It was hard to explain that in a TV show’s dialog.In the script I was working on Jarrett verbalized it to one of his nerds. For my purpose I renamed...him Nerd one, he was the black male, and nerd two was the female. Jarrett couldn’t do that in the new world of correctness, but I sure as hell could. As long as I gave instructions for the typist to look up their names it was likely I wouldn’t have to answer for it.Jarrett assigned the research of the incident in the jail to the mild mannered black. "Want me to send a report?" asked Jefferson. "I can get a good lock on the sat from here." Not yet," Lon replied. "The Mosquitoes are already in the air, circling about a hundred klicks behind us. Let's wait until we have an actual visual on the OPFOR so we can give them exact targeting data." Right, sarge," Jefferson said. "Standing by on the update."The dust cloud grew closer and closer and soon began to drift over the top of them, obscuring everything beyond twenty meters or so in the visual. They had to see Chicago. Brent lived approximately 45 minutes outside of the city. That is, it was 45 minutes on a Saturday morning. On any normal weekday morning you could easily add 30 more minutes to the drive. He knew this because he heard his father lament about it every normal weekday. He and Sherry sat together in the very back seat of the station wagon. They actually were facing the back and could see the traffic behind them.It was a busy day, and they all covered the whole Museum. They. Eating good French, Italian, Spanish, German and Greek cooking had consequences despite daily exercise.The GPS unit gave him one last instruction to turn and then announced, "Address. Just ahead. On left." His brother had a two story house with a lawn, a couple of trees and a two-car garage. A basketball hoop hung on a pole next to the driveway.Someone must of have been waiting at the window because by the time he had closed the trunk, the front door was open and his brother was on the front.