Susan had dozed off by the time the jet touched down in Tennessee at a small airstrip outside Crossville. The Marine who woke her was polite but not overly friendly. He id have what Susan took for a southern accent, but she was tired and getting Ma'amed a lot could dull the senses.
She left the jet and got into the black SUV Escalade that seemed to be the Government's vehicle modus operandi these days.
After a moment she yawned in a very unladylike manner looked over at her driver, the marine was in the seat behind her.
"Where are we?"
"We just left Whitson Field Airport, Ma'am." The driver replied.
The marine made as if to say something but stopped himself and looked out the window into the night.
"Where is that?"
"Well, it's roughly about-" the driver began but stopped talking as he had to make a fairly complicated turn around a pair of pickup trucks stopped in opposite directions so that each drivers side window could be opposite. The men in the trucks were chatting amicably and hardly noticed their passing.
"We just left Crossville Memorial/Whitson Field Airport, we are driving to Crossville which is 4 and a half miles away." The Marine said- he sounded bored. "We are proceeding to State Hwy 298, Genesis road, to an empty field just on the other side of the Cartoosa Wildlife Management area. Which will be about 19 miles away from the center of town."
Susan raised her eyebrows at the soldier and he shrugged once before returning to his reverie
She left the jet and got into the black SUV Escalade that seemed to be the Government's vehicle modus operandi these days.
After a moment she yawned in a very unladylike manner looked over at her driver, the marine was in the seat behind her.
"Where are we?"
"We just left Whitson Field Airport, Ma'am." The driver replied.
The marine made as if to say something but stopped himself and looked out the window into the night.
"Where is that?"
"Well, it's roughly about-" the driver began but stopped talking as he had to make a fairly complicated turn around a pair of pickup trucks stopped in opposite directions so that each drivers side window could be opposite. The men in the trucks were chatting amicably and hardly noticed their passing.
"We just left Crossville Memorial/Whitson Field Airport, we are driving to Crossville which is 4 and a half miles away." The Marine said- he sounded bored. "We are proceeding to State Hwy 298, Genesis road, to an empty field just on the other side of the Cartoosa Wildlife Management area. Which will be about 19 miles away from the center of town."
Susan raised her eyebrows at the soldier and he shrugged once before returning to his reverie
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