INT WAITING AREA – DULLES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
Abigail peers through the glass at the climbing plane.
SADUSKY (O.S.) (a shout)
Agent Sadusky and his assisting agents swarm to where she is.
Was your husband on that plane?
She steps away without a word, Sadusky follows her.
He never notified my office that he was leaving the country. He’s broken the condition of our little agreement.
It was an emergency, I assure you.
Agent Dawes joins the group.
Flight 22 to Paris.
You know I could have that plane turned back.
Somehow I don’t think you really want to do that.
That’s right. No sense inconveniencing upstanding citizens. But your husband is going to find a warm reception for him and he’s going to wish we caught him here.
INT COACH OF AN INTERNATIONAL FLIGHT
Riley’s laptop BEEPS once and Ben opens one eye. Since his friend doesn’t stir, he reaches over and lifts the lid.
In a corner of the screen a box flashes the text: “Plan B working. Abigail.”
And below that another message:
“Key found. Show results? Y/N”
(whispering over Riley)
Care for a beverage?
No thanks. I’m settling in for a good read.
Across the aisle Rance watches the laptop with interest. He sports a high turtle neck, the better to hide his tatoos.
INT THE CSS GRAY WHALE – DAY
Her exterior, magnificent as it was, did not prepare me for what she contained inside.
Lon follows Ross from station to station on the operations deck of the vessel. There is an air of quiet efficiency, maintained by the crew, hand picked by Ross.
We’ll confer later and assign your men to suitable positions.
Jimmy enters from aft.
Lon, this ship has two engines, one forward and one aft, each drives a propeller.
They make her quite fast.
Say 25 knots.
Mr. Clay descends the ladder onto the operations deck. Ross notices him and goes immediately to him.
Mr. Clay! Glad to see you. Have you any news about my payment?
We’re very close, Mr. Keenan. I should think by tomorrow.
(He pulls Lon aside)
Well, Captain Turner. How do you like her?
She’s a wonder, but frankly I’m concerned. I am not fully convinced that she’s seaworthy.
Count on it Ross knows his business. But for now, I have another project.
I knew it! We’re errand boys again!
And a very important errand. I don’t think you’d be surprised to hear that we are losing the war.
Lon registers shock.
Come now, you’ve heard the news. It’s all bad. We need to take measures for the future of the cause.
You mean – a guerilla war?
Yes. Not immediately, but eventually, and we’ll need to be prepared.
We are going to take everything we have here in France out.
Three and a half million, minus what we owe for this vessel.
I mean, how much does it weigh?
I’d say a couple of tons.
We can easily swap it in for ballast then.
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