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Chris eventually was joined by the woman, Luz Vega. As the security guards began to take his stuff, he started to protest, "Is that really...?" but gave up. He sat back down and turned to the woman across from him.

What I don’t understand is why? Can you please explain to me how it is that you find your self here, with me?”

"I got a letter, from some kook calling himself the Historian--whatever kind of name THAT is--with some cryptic clues about Hinduism and portals and the Age of Truth. At first I thought it was one of my friends playing some kind of joke on me, or a crazy dude who thought he knew the "secrets of our governments' wrongdoings" or something. I was going to ignore it, but I was stuck in my writing and decidedit would be interesting for a movie script or something to see what theletter was about. Normally I wouldn't come out this far, but I have a friend who works in Denver on some of your American shows, and if it turned out to be a bust I'd go see him about getting a freelance job over here."

Chris figured that should satisfy the woman. "See? No threats to security, or terrorist threats. Oh, and if anything happens to me, a copy of the letter and a transcript of the phone call that led me here are sitting at my house. IfI go missing, it'll take all of two minutes in my house to figure out where I went. And I'm sure you don't want people asking questions about your secret interview rooms for detaining innocent fliers."

Chris leaned back in his chair, deciding to appear confident even if this woman proably had dozens of ways to deal with his barely-threatening leverage.