<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the landing in Reykjavik is at Keflavík … we taxi to a hanger and disembark … Rahel and I are driven with our luggage to the main terminal … we proceed inside together and she produces documents that wave us both through both ticketing and security …  she hands me the tracker in a blister pack to put in my purse …  we have only a short wait and we board … my bag goes in the overhead … coach class on Icelandair … I’ll take that somewhere over France as we start our descent for Zurich … liberal snacks are served and I drink lots of water … we land 3 hours later in Gatwick … I make sure Rahel is behind me as I move through the airport to our departure gate … I’m booked into first here as I would normally do .. she’s in coach for whatever reason … she’s sitting nearby when I turn on my own phone first … wait for it to negotiate for <abbr title="European cell phone towers">GSM</abbr> and dial Peter … rings and rings and goes to voice …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Peter, Jaclyn. I’m in London about to board for Zurich. Land about 8:15 tonight. Swissair 445. Call du Monde next and you back after.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… hang that up and look at Rahel … take out the burner and turn it on … call du Monde … hold the recorder discretely near the phone … answered on 5th ring by a voice I don’t recognize …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “This is, um, Courtesan Vajayjay. Um. Arriving Zurich ZRH on Swissair LX455 at 8:15 local. How do I proceed?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the voice is weird … a guy? … tells me I’ll be met outside of Swiss boarder security where the rest of the chauffeur’s will have their signs … and hangs up … sigh … turn off the burner … that will stayy with me … the recorder will be dropped to Rahel as we queue up to board … … out of curiosity, I turn on my other burner … it has a voice message … turn on the recorder …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Well done however you did it. Both the punk and the fat guy are fuming. Air traffic control will only tell them it was a diplomatic flight unless they can produce a valid warrant they can verify with the judge who signed it. Apparently they’ve been burned by the punk in the past. Oh, and you can trust your new friend. She has more experience than may be apparent.” &lt;click&gt;</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… pronounce ‘FAI Ian O’Grady’ into the recorder before turning that off. That burner too will go to Rahel now that he has given me a thumbs up on her … and we stand to go to the boarding queues … I drop the phone and recorder and papers she gave me earlier into the carry on bag she has open at her side and join the line for first class … I board and call Peter … leave a second message …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Peter, Jaclyn. Du Monde is having me picked up at ZRH. When you land, contact Swiss Fedpol, ask for Rahel Rochat. R-a-h-e-l R-o-c-h-a-t. She’s expecting your call. Safe travels.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… settle back with a vodka and tonic from the flight attendant … hour and a half flight so only snacks … I’ll be hungry when I arrive … settle back as the big Airbus lumbers down the runway and into the sky over the dark channel … we’re offrered sandwiches and chips… I order a ham and Swiss … another vodka and tonic and we’re landing …<br/><br/>… toward the middle of the first class group as we make our way to border security … the agent notes the markings on my passport and waves me through now for the first encounter … du Monde will not pass up an opportunity and I’m sure one is in my near future … exit the hall and start scanning the many drivers holding signs with names …</em></span></span><br/>