Day One Hundred and Sixty-Four

Day 164: 12 Jan 2011

We were starting to think Eric was jerking us around. Midnight came and went, but Drake was a no-show. Finally, around 1:30, we said "Fuck it" and left.

Briggs had to check in at Nellis, so I was on my own. I headed for my apartment. When I got there, Eric Drake was sitting on my couch.

"Good," he said. "You lost the spook. Now we can talk like normal folks."

I wanted to explain that Briggs wasn't a spook, he was Air Force, but Drake didn't give me a chance.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

"Where?"

"Out North. To where the Russians have your boy."

"Lead on," I said.