Lexington Park, Maryland, Tuesday…

On Tuesday morning, the computer woke Jay. She had finally fallen asleep on Dolores' sofa bed.

She had been dreaming about her life in the marines. It hadn't been a bed of roses, yet it had been exciting. She missed her comrades. Especially the ones that were gone. Too many lives. Three too many wars. Four, if you counted the Gulf War of last century. Would it have been different if we had just let the whole Middle East settle their own differences? Maybe so. But in other places that had led to ethnic cleansing. The Kurds were still besieged by everyone around them. And the UN seemed helpless most of the time. Look at Sri Lanka, Southeast Asia, and Ireland. What a world! The computer was simply announcing a fax coming through. Almost immediately, the phone rang. She picked it up and started to look at the fax. The voice on the other end was GeeBee's. The fax was a DMV registration record.

"As you see, I got your registration info. Please note who the owner of your car is." Jay read it and smiled. "It looks like you're playing games with the feds, Jay. I could really get in trouble for this, you know."

Jay knew that GeeBee was somewhat paranoid. Living in Washington, one would normally think that he would believe it was the politicos that were out to get him. Instead, he believed it was the bureaucracy, especially in DC. I guess being part of it makes him like that. "You've retrieved info for me before. No one will be the wiser."