Surfing the Flint Hills: Prologue
A Couple of Boring Professors
At least we didn’t have guns pointed in our faces. I stared nervously at the two men dressed ominously in dark black suits, both wearing sunglasses even though it was several hours past sunset. Thaddeus York, my friend and colleague, stood at my side. We knew at least one of the men in black sported a firearm and from his facial expression was not disinclined to use it.
Perhaps it was a bad idea to leave the comfortable confines of Lawler College tucked safely away in the small hamlet of Bettis, Kansas in the middle of the Flint Hills. Perhaps if we hadn’t made the trip to Los Angeles seeking to uncover the mystery surrounding my estranged wife, then we wouldn’t be gazing upon the two men in black who could easily end our mortal existence.
However, if not for that trip, we wouldn’t be on the verge of revealing the nefarious history of a secretive private military outfit. Sadly, we had enlisted the services of an otherwise innocent young lady. Well, she was a prostitute, so I suppose she wasn’t completely innocent. But I would have felt horrible had she suffered an ill fate because of us.
So how did a couple of exceptionally boring college professors find themselves in this precarious situation? Good question. I guess it goes back to a warm Friday morning.
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