"Can I get you something to drink miss?" I shake my head miserably at the flight attendant and turn to press my forehead against the cool glass of the airplane's window. Senator McKlellan insisted on upgrading both of us to first class seats and I will admit to being impressed by all of the luxury. Unfortunately all of the seatwarmers and cold drinks in the world can't make up for the rocky turbulence of this plane. At this moment I would gladly sell me soul for a Dramamine pill.


"Can I offer you a Dramamine Miss Guevara?" A distinguished gray haired gentleman stands over me holding out a foil packed pill which I unceremoniously snatch and swallow dry. Senator McKlellan wrinkles her eyebrows at me in question, unlike her companion she knows what I am and that I don't ever get sick. I shrug softly at her and murmur my thanks to the old guy.

The gray haired man is some kind of economic genius who did a lot of work on Capitol Hill, and the moment he saw Ms. McKlellan board the plane he'd been all chit chat and solicitous questions. Now that I have his Dramamine I wish that he'd go away. Being in touch with current events he new that McKlellan had been listed as missing after the society dinner kidnapping. When he'd asked her about it, the Senator had laughed and told him that the news had been mistaken. The old guy is too smart to buy her story though, so he keeps tossing little questions and hints at her. At this moment I'm just hoping that he won't catch on to the fact that I rescued her and put two and two together. One of the first things you learn in Tactical Maneuvers is to never pick a fight on an aircraft that you don't know how to fly.

 "Please take your seats and fasten your belts. Please make sure that all trays are in an upright position. This is the captain speaking and we will be landing in ten minutes." The mousy brown senator takes her seat next to me again and starts fussing with her seat belt. I very nearly wretch as her elbow catches me in the ribs and I endure the last ten minutes of the flight with her apologizing to me. I swear to whatever supreme beings are up there that I'm never eating airplane food ever again. Grimacing, I bite the edges of my cheeks as the plane bounces to a stop at the end of the runway.

The grey haired man is at our side again once we come to a full stop, jostling down the carry-on luggage that I could have carried much more efficiently. I could kiss the ground as we step off the exit ramp, but I don't have time. Jonathan or whatever Burnhart's babyfaced blond haired secretary's name is, is waiting at the entrance to the airport lobby with a gleamingly clean Jeep SUV Arroya that looks a good bit like the one Logan used to drive.

The gray haired gentleman hugs my rescued hostage goodbye and politely shakes my hand. "Best to remember the Dramamine next time, aye dearie?" I smile contritely and hoist my luggage at Jonathan who's packing our things away in the trunk. As soon as the old man is out of hearing range Jonathan starts in on our marching orders. "I'm to take both of you to the senator immediately, it that is alright with you Ms. McKlellan." He doesn't even ask my opinion on the subject. I may be rethinking this whole "lapdog to the lady in power gig" if I don't start getting some respect.

 Breaking form with her impeccable manners, Burnhart is waiting in the foyer of her mansion for us, rather than having us escorted into her office. Her hands are clenched tightly into fists and she looks very much like she might like to punch the wall right now. I mostly forgive her for assuming I'm at her beck and call, if I had a kidnapped daughter I wouldn't be minding social niceties either. I'd just find the responsible people and rip them apart limb from lung.

The three of us stand staring at each other for a moment. "Oh god Heather I'm so sorry." The mousy senator holds out her hands to Burnhart and squeezes them until the suspicious dampness passes from her eyes.

"Would both of you please join me in my office?" I'm not as impressed by the expensiveness of the place anymore. I've lived with people trying to hunt me down and kill me, or put me in a cage my whole life, but I don't have any choice in the matter. I'm special, I was born special and it will remain a permanent state. The rest of these people though, the Senator's and Logan, they chose to make themselves different. I don't think it's worth it. The normal life is highly underrated, because all the wealth in the world isn't worth losing your husband or child.

In her concise way, Burnhart sums up the kidnapping and gives me an appointment book that has addresses and times during which I can interview the friends that her kid was staying with, and the police detective in charge of the investigation. Frankly I think it's a waste of time. Our best shot of catching the gang is by letting Alec track their movements and I ought to be out in the middle of nowhere helping him rather than back in Seattle chasing a cold trail. I rise from my seat and head for the door, turning as I reach the exit. "I will find her." She nods her head solidly.

"I know you will."