Miles felt very much uninformed on his way to the Baltimore Washington Airport. He knew that he was being flown to Tokyo Japan, first class, by a mystery man who had prepaid him $10,000 for a 1 hour meeting. Not a bad start, he thought. His reputa- tion obviously preceded him. Stephanie was hired to recruit him, that was obvious. And that bothered Miles. He was being used. Wasn't he? Or had he seduced her and the trip was a bonus? He still liked Stephanie, just not as much as before. It never occurred to Miles, not for a second, that Stephanie might not have liked him. At JFK in New York, Miles connected to the 20 hour flight to Tokyo through Anchorage, Alaska. He had a brief concern that this was the same route that KAL Flight 007 had taken in 1983 before it was shot down by the Soviets, but he was flying an American carrier with a four digit flight number. He allowed that thought to remove any traces of worry. The flight was a couple of hours out of New York when one of the flight attendants came up to him. "Mr. Foster?" "Yes?" He looked up from the New York City Times he was reading. "I believe you dropped this?" She handed Miles a large sealed envelope. His name had been written across the front with a large black marker. "Thank you," said Miles. He took it gratefully. When she left, he opened the strange envelope. It wasn't his. Inside there was a single sheet of paper. Miles read it. MR. FOSTER WELCOME TO JAPAN. YOU WILL BE MET AT THE NARITA AIRPORT BY MY DRIVER AND CAR. THEY ARE AT YOUR DISPOSAL. WE WILL MEET IN MY OFFICE AT 8:00 AM, WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 23. ALL ARRANGEMENTS HAVE BEEN MADE FOR YOUR PLEASURES. RESPECTFULLY TAKI HOMOSOTO The name meant nothing to him so he forgot about it. He had more important things to do. His membership in the Mile High Club was in jeopardy. He had not yet made it with a female flight attend- ant. They landed, 18 hours and 1 day later in Tokyo. Miles was now a member in good standing. * * * * * Thursday, September 3 Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport "DFW, this is American 1137, heading 125 at 3500." "Roger American 1137, got you loud and green. Maintain 125, full circle 40 miles then 215 for 40." "Traffic Dallas?" "Heavy. Weather's been strong. On again off again. Piled up pretty good." "Sheers?" "None so far. Ah, you're a '37, you carry a sheer monitor. You got it made. Have to baby sit some 0's and '27's. May be a while." "Roger Dallas. 125 40, 215 40. Maintaining 12 point 5." "Roger 1137."