<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Escape from New York</strong></span></span></div><br/><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>… we visit MOMA … Christina remains in her world and beautiful … the night remains insanely starry … and we have a nice dinner …<br/><br/>…I drink lightly … need all my alert for the ordeal to come … before bed I spend some time working the mental exercises Dr. Kyle taught me … how to not become trapped in the attraction … the pheromones and other things about her to which I fall victim and that overwhelm my sense of self … I do manage to fall asleep … my phone jars me awake … sometime after 2 I see by the bedside clock …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Answer your other call.” &lt;click&gt;</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… what other call? … oh! … get out my computer and set up the secure voice call … headset this time … an incoming almost immediately …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Hello, Rosendahl here.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… woman’s voice …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Car will be out front of where you are at 3:30. Codeword Copenhagzurich. Tell no one. FAI on the move. We go now. Turn off all your devices now.” &lt;click&gt;</span></span><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i63.tinypic.com/1znpmah.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… shut down the computer and stow it in my bag … turn off my phone and the two burner phones … all in my purse … pack for 3 nights … dress up and casual … before 3 I’m getting dressed … write several notes … to Peter …</em></span></span><br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>  </td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter,<br/>  Left early. Will call when I can. Go this morning.<br/>Hugs,<br/>  — J</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… another to the hotel … please pack the rest of my things and store … head for the front desk at 3:20 … the clerk is not quite awake … give her the two notes … Peter’s will be told it’s at the desk at a more reasonable hour … I suggest 7 o’clock … I watch through the window for the car … precisely 3:30 … roller bag and purse … the driver opens the back door and takes my bag to load … I look inside …  a woman … she pronounces the codeword … I get in and close the door behind me … the trunk slams and the driver hastens back … we leave and make a few quick turns before we stop and turn off the headlights …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “FAI was coming with a warrant first thing in the morning. We don’t know if you were under surveillance so we’re taking a few precautions to ensure we’re not followed.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… can’t see her in the dark … after a few minutes, we proceed again into a parking garage where we change cars … then out to Long Island where we take more evasive measures and again change cars … a different driver takes the car we were in and three cars exit the parking deck together … at about 5, we arrive at a small airport … the woman hands me a passport and ID …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Present this if you are stopped. It’s totally official, you are now a Swiss diplomat.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she takes my purse and puts it in a diplomatic pouch that she zips shut … we drive up to a small jet aircraft with Swiss markings … the driver opens our door and gets my bag and another from the trunk … a pilot comes down the steps and stows the bags in the back of the plane as we board … strap in … the pilot boards and closes the door … the engines start almost immediately … the woman and I buckle in and await takeoff … quick taxi … watching out the window as another car pulls up to the one we got out of … we rotate and are airborne …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/64da/5l6cxho0hpg72pfzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Rahel Rochat<br/>Swiss Fedpol<br/>       ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾       </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Just in time. Kudos to the drivers. My name is Rahel Rochat. I’m with the Federal Office of Police of Switzerland.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she passes me credentials … use the reading light above my seat to inspect …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Pleased to meet you Rahel. May I ask how you got to the states so quickly?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “This plane out of Berne. I left within minutes of the call from Denmark. I’ve been assigned to you since you came in contact with du Monde. I’ll be your handler if you will for this operation.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… after climbing stteply, the plane levels off and one of the pilots comes back … a woman this time … she goes to the back of the cabin and is soon handing out coffee mugs with lids and offering cream and sweetners … I decline … she invites us to move around if we choose … we’ll be at 40,000 feet eventually … sip of my coffee …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Pleased to meet you Rahel. May I ask where we’re going and then I’ll try to answer your questions.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Palatino;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “We’re going to Reykjavik. You’ll fly commercial to Gatwick where you’ll reappear and can call the Warcaofs. Please tell me what led up to this. Your reputation as a highly valued friend has made much happen without knowing details.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she hands me a recorder … for the next hour, I tell the recorder her the story beginning with Africa and the problem with Peter’s half of the loan … she lets me talk … I get out the recorder and let her listen to the conversation first with FAI and then with du Monde … she nods … play the recordings from my machine into hers … after that, we microwave four breakfast trays and carry two forward to the pilots … refresh coffee … high abovve the clouds over what I can only assume is the north Atlantic … we eat our breakfasts … and then she offers the sketch of the plan … I’ll swallow a near range tracer just before leaving her company in Reykjavik …<br/><br/>… she’ll be on the same flight but we won’t be together … at Gatwick, I’ll phone Peter and du Monde … learn what du Monde wants of me on arrival in Zurich … turn a recording of that conversation over to Rahel … and go visit du Monde to arrive around 9 pm <abbr title="Central European Time">CET</abbr> in Zurich … my phone and the burner I called du Monde will be the only devices I carry … Rahel will take custody of the computer and burner the FAI might call … nominally to be reunited as I return to New York …</em></span></span><br/>