Only joy. Only happiness. Even from a distance, even though he didn’t know who she was, she was saving him. A treasure he did not yet possess and st...ll she was already invaluable to him. His heart had ached much over the week long journey to this village where mountains and sea met. He had visions of her running. Running away. From him? In fear? No, in sheer terror. He couldn’t get his mind around it. Usually, when he had visions, they were clear as day – both in how he saw and interpreted. As she tensioned the line to her rod tip however it cocked up against the drag of the weight on the bed of the lake and with further tension she could pull it down until just the red tip was visible at the water surface. Any fish picking up the bait would disturb the balance of the rig and cause the float to rise out of the water. It was a deadly and effective method her grandfather had shown her and she was expert at it. Jacqueline loved her fishing and took it seriously, much to the amusement. Joe had four hand grenades, but I was advised not to bother, so I didn't.We left in a nondescript dark gray pickup with crew cab. Joe drove, and Chuck gave me a running lecture on what they knew of the ISIL SOP for this sort of operation. There was virtually no street traffic by the time we set out, so the trip took only 20 minutes. We were early, and that gave Joe plenty of time to find a good parking place in the shadows.We sat in the truck and talked while we waited for the ISIL gang to show. If the ‘use by’ date means anything I drop it off a couple of days before at the night shelter where they make meals for the homeless and can use almost anything. If the ‘use by’ date is meaningless, like say,” he paused thinking for a moment, “honey, which keeps for ever, I just ignore the age. OK, the honey will, over time, invert but it doesn’t go bad.”“I’m sorry,” she said, “but what do you mean ‘invert’?”“It goes from runny to cloudy. That’s called ‘inverting’ in the case of honey. If you.