“Nevada’s Black Rock glows perfectly white under a quarter moon at ten-thousand feet,” he told me, adding, “I can also say that mission was nearly flawless. Hell, my orders were to parachute from that 727 and that’s exactly what I did.”
Lighting yet another cigarette, “However, I didn’t like being used as a pawn in their money-making scheme. I mean they sure were pretty damned quick at getting those metal detectors and x-ray machines in to airports around the nation.”
“But what really gets me is how anyone can get D.B. out of a simple three-letter name like Dan,” he chuckled.