CHAPTER 81

CHAPTER 81

JOHN WAS DRESSED in a typical military uniform for paratroopers, despite the guttural cold he was already feeling, he preferred not to think about it, he looked at his watch and pressed the button to talk to Nolan:

— How are things? Nolan asked.

— For an eighty-year-old old man, all right.

— You know I'd put someone else in if I could, John, but…

— You know very well that if you put someone else in you would have two troubles, the first: you would die by my hands and; second: he would have a crushing defeat, for now his only problems are: my wife Claire and a possible Third World War, nothing that we haven't been through this together before.

Nolan laughed on the other end of the line.

— I wish you luck, friend.

— As an old Sioux saying would say:

— May my enemies be brave warriors so that I don't have remorse in having to defeat them...

— Amen, partner!!!

— When you need to talk to me, the phone will be on, I can copy whatever you want me to hear, and you can hear everything I'm doing, if I take too long to answer it's because I'm hiding or busy having fun, if that's what I'm doing. — understanding.

THE PILOT LOOKED BACK and beckoned to get his attention.

— We're coming to the scene, John.

John looked at the pilot and signaled that he was ready, the hatch opened and he jumped out.

It's in God's hands...