I Am Dragana

Chapter Seven

Noorah was out and she was headed back to Texas. Someone can easily blend in Houston due to all of the immigrants from around the world.

I was headed out with McCord, Johnson, and Livingston. The three of them give me shit for being Air Force and Dave and I give them shit for being grunts. Fair is fair.

On the flight I was reading when McCord tried to pull another joke that insults the air force. "McCord, something original. You have been using the same ones over and over again."

Then I decided to annoy him by using Serbian. "Typical men, they only have one brain and it's not in their head."

Johnson and Livingston were sitting behind McCord and I. "English Pejic. How many people did you drive crazy when you were in the air force starting from your academy days?"

"Plenty"

Another perk to being multi-lingual, ,my passwords are not always in English. Most of my personal passwords are in Serbian.

Four hours later we were in DC and one hour ahead in the time zone. We all checked into our hotel. The boys would share one while I had my own. I made sure to let them know that I was using my own money and the boys tried to argue with me.

"Pejic, you could decrease the crowding in our room by agreeing to share the other bed in your room. You would save yourself some money."

Not going to happen. "Livingston, I know for a fact that you snore. McCord, I know from your partner that when you have to share a room with your partner that you talk in your sleep. Johnson, you are an extreme morning person which I am not. Trust me boys, sharing a room with me will not be fun."

Over at the Hoover, we all learned what was coming next. We had training to do of the military kind. I would be dealing with the Intel aspect of the assignment. McCord tried to tease me "Why does she get to be the spy." McCord, big mistake. Me being former intelligence makes me a favorite to do undercover assignments.

"I am a spy remember. Weren't you involved with tanks."

McCord shut up. Johnson was military police. Livingston was a sniper.

What was learned is Ethan was feeding information to the Taliban and the extent of the information was worse than what I thought. He had information on infrastructure in the US, all of our power plants, and everything else you could think of to launch a major terror attack. There was something even scarier, Noorah is also a pathologist and went to medical school in the US. It is believed she was helping the Taliban manufacture biological weapons.

My mind went numb and after the meeting, Murphy's law applied to the situation. "Damn, can we even get a break. Just one?"

Livingston groaned. "This case may not be over for several months. It may take even a year to do. I better brace my wife for this. She dealt with my deployments and this is essentially going to be one."

Johnson cringed "Damn it, my girlfriend is 7 weeks pregnant. I wanted to be there for it all along." McCord did not have much to say. I know McCord grew up as a foster kid.

We all had our phone calls to make and we all got the same reaction. "Not again."

It has been a long day and the true work begins tomorrow.