They approached the tables, and Carpathia turned to Rayford. “Say good-bye to Captain Hernandez,” he said. “After he has eaten, he will be on assignment for me near the old National Security Agency building in Maryland. It is unlikely you will see him again. He flies only the small craft.” It was all Rayford could do to keep from shrugging. What did he care? He had just met the man.
I laughed so hard at this
