<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we get Kimmie discharged and a few days later she’s cleared for normal activities … still tired, but no other effects I can say or that she admits to …<br/><br/>… I attend my first meeting of the security team … they invite me to the head of the table and I wave that off … sit in the middle of the table and lean back … I have no papers and the rest do so they lean over those as they work through the three big topics …<br/><br/>… local security … Shadow is trying to rent facilities where they can observe our buildings … do what we can to thwart that and assume we’ve failed … seems prudent paranoia … new gear being installed to detect surveillance … both electronic and visual … something I hadn’t thought of … a very fast scanning laser to detect changes in what’s reflected back from adjacent buildings … anything to suggest where to look more closely … no sign of the devices used in Cuba and Beijing that disabled US diplomatic forces … or the microwaves used in Moscow and San Francisco … my head is full of boggle …<br/><br/>… next, the visits I need to make … distractions and feints and fakery …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “And those who receive us? Do we put ourselves in their hands or do we have agents on the ground there who are privy to our arrangements to get from here to there?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… ah, the crux … yes and no … my turn …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “We need to practice together. Insight certainly. And for those of you who have taken the path, I’m designing with your help a special type of Foresight. Highly localized and focused for moving us from point A to point B and guarding us when we’re static. There is likely another flavor for overall surveillance for the <abbr title="a journey, especially a long or meandering one">peregrinations</abbr>. I can meet with a small group along with Huguette at your convenience.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… they are enthusiastic … several have not taken the plunge and we chat briefly about risks and rewards … of those we have taken through the portal, we have not lost any though a few have not been capable … this group of extremely focused security professionals though should have few if any who fail … usually it’s been a disordered mind that lead to the failure …<br/><br/>… we end our meeting and plan for a few to meet with me and Huguette the next morning … and set the following day as the first trip … a short at least for distance trip to the Languedoc in France … fly into Aéroport de Castres Mazamet … stay at private villas … meet sisters at others … one larger gathering near Toulouse … and then home … three nights and four very long days for all of us …<br/><br/>… break the news to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “We’re leaving sometime after midnight baby. Just France this trip. Testing security too. You can ride along in my mind and you know you’ll be in my heart the whole trip.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… sometime after midnight, the partition in my mind – the ‘special type’ of sight partition which is part of the innovation – asserts my presence is desired to depart … kiss Kimmie and get dressed … my gear is already packed so all I need is my toiletries … dress in a suit one might associate with ninjas … hood down for the moment … but made for movement without clothing getting in the way … we’re all dressed this way and have clothes to put on over this as needed once we arrive … the cars are already coming and departing as I arrive and I’m usured into one … Huguette is in another … and off we go … our sphere of protection is out from every car and we mark the several places where we believe the Shadow has observers … cars come out of nowhere and our own support does the necessary things to deter them following too close … the airport and several hangers are dark as we park outside one … inside under dim light, I board and others board the other two planes … hangers open and we taxi in the dark and turn on lights only at the last moment for a safe takeoff … we scatter again in the sky and make our way toward our destination … we land before dawn and several cars take us by various routes to La Salvetat-sur-Agout and one hotel there we’ve made safe … owned by fellow travelers and staffed by several sisters … there I’ll receive the leaders from the French sisterhood for lunch and ‘discussion’ … from here tonight we’ll go toward the Languedoc for a bonfire … from my room and skyclad under my robe for lunch, I open a channel to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “All good so far here baby. Keep looking where and how you alone know how to look and alert me and Huguette of anything untoward. Love you, baby. Isis is awake and alert. She’s growing and I think will arrive ahead of schedule and safe.”</span></span><br/>