Siren in the Wind Book One of the MIT Series

Preview - Book Two: Stain on the Earth

Make sure to pick up "Stain on the Earth," the next installment of the Mobile Intelligence Series. Find out what happens in Johnny and Lizzy's story!

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Peshawar, Pakistan

Lizette Steyn disengaged the slide, pulled up the door handle and swung the aircraft door outward. Frigid air swept in and she barely repressed a shiver. "Freezing fudge buckets," she muttered before greeting the ground agent at the top of the stairs. The miserable structure that was Bacha Khan International Airport looked archaic—with all the developing nations Lizzy had visited in the past five months—that was saying a lot. Peshawar, the wild west town of Pakistan, felt as cold as a dead man's nose.

"Well isn't that just grand," Brianna muttered, stepping out of the wind. "All I bloody packed was a vest and a T-shirt."

Lizzy refrained from rolling her eyes. The other two Cabin Attendants had as much sense as two rolling hamsters. Brianna, a hardy Irish girl who started flying for JetHaven around the same time as Lizzy, was a workhorse in the Cabin but loved to go on partying benders the minute they arrived at the hotel. Then there was Suzie. This was Lizzy's first flight with the high-maintenance Capetonian. Thanks to her lax attitude onboard, Lizzy and Brianna worked their asses off. She didn't mind. Suzie was still new to the job, although Lizzy doubted she'd last out the month.

Had she ever been that juvenile? The last six months affected her in so many ways. Lizzy now felt like a mother hen, especially with Tweedledee and Tweedledum whining behind her.

"How hectic is this weather! Aren't we supposed to be in the Middle East? It's a desert."

Lizzy turned to Suzie. "You'll need to get into the habit of researching weather conditions on future flights. Early March is barely spring in Peshawar. It snows in Afghanistan in the winter and we're east of the border."

Suzie rubbed her goosey arms. "But we're nowhere near Afghanistan!"

"Hun, where do you think Peshawar is situated?"

"Um. Somewhere in Asia?"

Lizzy gave up on the conversation and readied herself to greet their disembarking passengers. They carried a smaller contingent than they were normally did, thus utilizing a smaller Airbus—The A318 Elite.

The six male passengers looked somber as they gathered their sparse belongings. Definitely a team from an American three letter agency, Lizzy thought. Possibly CIA, FBI or NSA. Throughout the flight the hardened men had kept to themselves, shut in the boardroom at the front of the aircraft, only pausing for the breakfast service. Lizzy worked on a number of clandestine flights that flew into high risk regions. She'd also ferried diplomats and their families, military personnel and news correspondents. After some gruff thanks at the door, the men drove away in a black Hilux into the early morning light.

The Crew bus pulled up and Lizzy covered her hair with a scarf before teetering down the wet stairs and dragging her trolley bag to a seat. She was the first onboard the musty coach and settled her tired ass on a window seat in the middle of the bus. Brianna popped up through the door. "We have a twenty-four-hour layover. I'm heading into town after I've cleaned up. I hear the Khyber Bazaar has the best Persian rugs. On her last flight to Peshawar, Jane got a fierce Pakistani Persian that is fucking unbelievable."

Jane, a fellow crew member, was an interior designer wannabe. Indigenous knick-knacks drowned out her Kenyan apartment, and it smelt like a damn Brazilian rainforest. Lizzy had no inclination to replicate the "jungle-style Zen" that Jane strove to create.