<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">When:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Sunday, 2  days before the meeting in New York.</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Where:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Trenchtown, Kingston, Jamaica</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Who:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Jaclyn and Asp.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/2385/eotcdgr8scvudk8zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong> Jaclyn Rosendahl </strong><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><em>About her</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">         </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Asp and I walk the streets in Trenchtown … the abject poverty that is my goal to make a tiny dent in … the phone buzzes … has to be Peter, no other has the number … shake my head and show Asp … compose reply …</em></span></span><br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>   </td><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><em><strong>to: <span class="bbc_u">Peter Warcaof</span><br/>### Burning this phone now. No tracking. Safer.<br/>### Bennington Bar after I land, maybe 11ish.</strong></em></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… show Asp who nods … press send … hand her the phone … she hands the battery to a passerby … yes, those would be valuable … removes the SIM … offers the phone to a different passerby who takes it … walks into a flower shop … with gestures, asks to borrow scissors … cuts the SIM into thirds … we buy two bouquets to carry … outside she starts to throw away pieces of the SIM … one in this trash can …another in a mud puddle … a third two blocks later into a different puddle … all good …<br/><br/>… we end back at our rooms … Asp packs … I change but take nothing except the purse with the papers given me by the embassy people with me … will need a kit from Bennington … cab …escort cars … at the airport … have never paid for any of the taxis … Asp hands me a passport … Jamaica security looks at Asp’s passport and waves me through after her … yes, Kennedy will be the test … we make our way to a bar near our gate … Asp shields me in the corner and we wait … our flight is called … we board … I’m seated at the window … she tells me to look out the window … I watch the tarmac until the plane door closes … we take off and drinks are served … I stay sober as does Asp … wits may be needed soon … she leans over and in hushed tones tells me to expect being pulled aside at JFK … that I’m to do my utmost to keep her with me … and if separated, tell them that I’m her lawyer … I get a fresh burn phone with only her number … I get about three hours of nap before we start our descent …<br/><br/>… touchdown … facial recognition at Customs and a double take by the agent … Asp steps up … ‘we’re together’ … he gets her … and we’re invited to the side … a woman in a suit approaches … presents ID … State Department … welcomes me … gives me her card ‘in case anyone questions your legitimate presence’ … and we proceed to the taxi stand … Asp gives the driver instructions … and a bonus to do it in under 45 minutes … we’re at Bennington in 40 … inside, I check in and Asp presents the requested credit card … our rooms are adjoining as requested … door open between … I wash my face and we head for the bar …<br/><br/>… look for Steffy … ah, there she is … head over with Asp slightly ahead …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/clloy2.png)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Stheno D. “Asp”<br/> Kissplen</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Ret. Col. Special Forces<br/>Seal Team XIX<br/><em>About Her</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg16363404#msg16363404)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Hey Steffy. Thanks for waiting up. This is my friend Stheno Kissplen, please call her Asp. Asp, meet Steffy DuBois.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I turn to the bartender and give my room number … order Nemiroff with Stilton olives … he says he’ll call the kitchen for Stilton … I nod … turn to Steffy …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“So I asked Peter to meet me. Is he coming or are you his substitute?”</span></span><br/>