Langley, Virginia
Special Agent Fulton ducked into the Blue Hose Diner at precisely eleven forty-five. The place bustled for a Tuesday. Grey suits and USAF uniforms were packed into every table and booth. He scanned the front section, peering over the bobbing sea of heads. The diner had a Scottish tavern motif, the blue hose being a reference to the battle stockings worn by bravest Scottish warriors. All the wait staff wore kilts and blue hose, a look that Fulton thought diminished the image of the blue hose and the real soldiers who wore them. He heard bagpipe music coming from the rear section.
“Robert! Over here,” Peter called. “I"ve got us a table in the back.” Perky Peter. Peter"s constant cheeriness annoyed Fulton, whose mind never strayed far from his work. Fulton"s coworkers kind
