Good day to you.”“Thank you.” I walked toward the double doors, stopped for a moment to apply the sticker to my jacket lapel, and continued thro...gh the doors. As I walked, my mind went back over the events of the prior six months.Thomas and I had gone to meet my FBI agent friend and my father at a rural Kansas airport. I saw my friend approaching with several colleagues, when Thomas had sensed that something was wrong. One of his former coworkers had later told me that Thomas had an uncanny. The first on the list was General McJames; it simply said, “Call me ASAP.”“Ambassador Jones; I saw that you were in Washington today. I assume you have finished your business with the House, do you have time to stop by the Pentagon? I need to discuss things with you face to face. I have answers to some of your questions and my superiors have questions they want to hear answered directly by you,” he asked.“Yes, we are finished here. Give me an address and where can I park?” I replied.“South. Now came the long wait. To occupy his agile mind, he began once more to read other’s stories. The site was vast, but fortunately the owner’s had a database that allowed separate review of the latest accepted pieces. It was during his review of these latest that one story caught his eye. He looked up the author and found that there was a short biography. This biography was of a mature, divorced woman with children. A picture was attached that made her look like a seasoned writer. She was Blond. They said they would call soon I opened the gate and watched the sleek motor purr away. A week past, then a mail arrived, it said;Dear Silver MasterI wanted to write to you as soon as possible after our first "session" to give you my thoughts on what happened between us. I felt we had a real "connection" even though we barely know each other and I was touched by the care and concern you showed towards me when you clearly recognised my nervousness. You truly are a real Master and I'm so pleased.