Lehal Library

All this took place in a few moments, and none of the spectators passing to-and-fro around the elephant seemed to notice. The first twin then nodded, and indicated the main door to the museum, I followed, with the other twin just behind me. We marched directly to the curb, and got into a rather non-discript car boldly waiting in a No Standing zone. The driver was a woman who, it seemed, deliberately never looked at me. The car was large and blue, a little dirty on the outside, but immaculate inside. The twins sat in the back on either side of me. One of them pulled out another card: Please do not speak. You may smoke if you want. Which I gratefully did. I was wet in my armpits. As it turned out, we were, I think, the center car between that stayed with us as we moved through the clogged streets. Once we left Washington proper, the twin pulled out yet another card which read something like: Please do not take it personally, but we are required to check your person and clothing for weapons or bugs. What could I do? They then proceeded to check everything, even unzipping my pants and peeking briefly into my shorts. After which, they both initialed the mysterious check-sheet. I had never been treated this way before. X had never been frisked. I wanted to be outraged. However, I didn't dare move or open my mouth, except to puff on a cigar. By this time I hardly knew were we were. We seemed to be heading in what I thought was the direction of the CIA headquarters hidden behind trees. I thought that might be our destination, but we zoomed past it, picking up speed. Then came another card: You are being taken to a helioport for further transport. Before we reach it, we will place a hood over your head. It will be removed at your destination. If you are hungry, sandwiches are available. At this point, I thought of doom. Yet, silly as it seemed, I WAS hungry, even if my stomach was in knots. I ate. Although my hands were now shaking a little, the twins pretended not to notice. Well, I concluded, I'm either really being kidnapped, or whatever is about to go down IS something extraordinary. About twenty minutes later, the first twin produced the promised hood, and I spent the next part of my voyage into stuffy darkness. Not long after, the car ground to a halt. I was helped out, and with the two twins firmly grasping my arms was soon seated in a chopper. We took off almost before we were strapped in. This part of the voyage seemed to last about a half hour, but I can't be sure. Shortly we bumped to a sudden landing, I was helped