The Charm School

macabre dance of death and destiny was drawing to an end.
    The further thought occurred to him that what Seth Alevy was saying about the Charm School wasn’t computing. If three thousand Russians were heading east and three hundred Americans were heading west, and that balanced the equation, then what was in it for Seth Alevy? Answer: zero. So back to the problem.

 
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    A man in a heavy overcoat opened the outside door to the diplomatic lounge and looked at Lisa and Hollis. “Pan Am. Frankfurt. Follow, please.”
    Hollis and Lisa put on their coats and picked up their overnight bags.
    Bert Mills came up to them. “I’ll go with you.”
    Hollis said, “No need.”
    “I have orders.”
    Hollis, Mills, and Lisa walked past the Border Guard with the submachine gun and followed the Russian with the overcoat outside, down a set of steps where a small airport bus waited on the tarmac. A fine powdery snow sifted down from a softly overcast sky, and a wan sun peeked through, casting a sickly yellow haze over the snowy tarmac. They boarded the bus, on which they were the only passengers, and the driver headed out a taxiway where they saw a mammoth 747 bearing the blue and white markings of Pan Am.
    Mills said, “Look at that. Look at
that.
”
    Hollis said, “Looks good, guys.”
    Mills said, “Let’s switch identities, Sam.”
    “Can I go back to the embassy and sleep with your wife?”
    Mills laughed. “Sure. I’ll wire her from Frankfurt.”
    Lisa muttered, “Pigs.”
    As they got closer to the plane, Hollis noticed four Border Guards around it with submachine guns.
    They pulled up to the boarding stairs and got out of the bus. Mills said, “I’ll hang around awhile. But I think you’re home free.” He shook hands with Hollis and said, “It’s been a pleasure working with a pro.” He also took Lisa’s hand. “Safe trip.”
    Hollis and Lisa went up the stairs and were met by a smiling woman who said in a twangy voice, “Hi, I’m Jo, your flight attendant in Clipper Class. How’re you folks this morning?”
    Hollis noticed that she was deeply tanned, something he hadn’t seen in a while. He replied, “Just fine, Jo. You?”
    “Real good. You folks traveling together?”
    “Yes,” Lisa replied.
    Jo looked at a boarding manifest. “You’re our DPLs, right?”
    “Right,” Hollis replied. “That’s why we got the private bus and the bodyguard.”
    Lisa poked him in the ribs.
    Jo smiled and said, “Clipper Class is right up that little spiral staircase there. Can I help you with your bags?”
    “That’s all right,” Hollis replied.
    “How long you folks been here?”
    “About two years,” Lisa replied.
    “My Lord! I’ll bet you’re happy to be going home.”
    “Yes.”
    “Well, I’m sure glad we can help get you there.”
    Hollis realized it had been a while since he’d had service with a smile, and it was sort of jarring. He said, “I’m glad too.”
    “Make yourselves at home up there. Soon as the boarding buses get here, I’ll be up.”
    Hollis led the way up the spiral staircase into the business section located in the dome of the 747. They hung their coats and stowed their bags in a closet, then took two seats near the front. There were two backward-facing seats across from them.
    The domed cabin seemed eerily quiet, and Hollis had the fleeting thought that the 747 was a sham and Jo was a graduate of the Charm School. He laughed.
    “What’s funny?”
    Hollis took her hand. “I think this place finally got to me.”
    “Well, the timing is good.”
    The cockpit door opened, and a man in a blue uniform came through it. “Hi. I’m Ed Johnson, the captain. Colonel Hollis and Ms. Rhodes?”
    “Right.”
    Johnson looked around the empty cabin, then leaned over with his hands on the armrest. “I have a message from the embassy in Bonn saying you folks got into a little scrape here.”
    Hollis nodded.
    “They were just advising the crew to keep an eye on things. I don’t have any particulars except what I read in the papers.”
    “That’s about all of it.”
    “You Air Force, Colonel?”
    “Right.”
    “Flew what?”
    “F-4’s mostly.”
    “Nice.”
    Johnson and Hollis talked airplanes for a while, and Lisa flipped through that week’s
Time
. Johnson went back to the cockpit, and Lisa observed, “You sounded like you were interested in a subject for a change.”
    “I’m only interested in sex, sports, and religion.”
    “Have you come to any decisions