Killian shot Bill a doubting look.
Bill nodded his head. “It’s true, I swear.”
They sat in silence, drinking. After a few seconds, Killian stood up.
“Bill, it’s been good talking to you, but I need to go. I’m flying over to Laos in the morning. I’ll think over your offer.”
Bill stood up. “You do that.” They shook hands.
Killian tossed some money on the table. “The drinks are on me tonight.”
He turned and left, with a wide grin on his unshaven face.
The following morning Killian made his way to the Tan Son Nhat Airport, carrying small overnight bag. He looked around the tarmac and saw an Air American Fairchild C-123 Provider cargo plane. It was being loaded, with large cartons, by a sergeant and three airmen. He walked over to them.
“Good morning, Sergeant, are you the cargo master?
