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The customs officer shook his head. "What do they weigh?" he asked.
"Max has been known to hit one-thirty-five, Madchen maybe one-ten."
"You understand, Colonel, sir," Miller said, "that you may now expect these gentlemen to really search your person and luggage?"
"What I'm hoping you'll say, Colonel," the customs officer said, "is that you're going to show me evidence that you passed through customs someplace else."
"No," Castillo said. "We were going to do that at Hurlburt Field, but the hurricane got Hurlburt. We refueled at Fort Rucker, but we have to do the customs and immigration here."
"Everybody aboard American?"
"No," Castillo replied, and waved them onto the Gulfstream. "No more surprises, I promise."
"Welcome to the United States," the large customs officer said when he had stepped into the cabin. "Or welcome home, whichever the case may be. There would be a band, but I have been led to believe that everybody would prefer to enter the United States as quietly as possible. What we're going to do is collect the American passports and run them through the computers in the main terminal. Then-presuming the computer doesn't tell us there are outstanding warrants on anybody-they will be returned to you and you can be on your way."
He looked around the cabin and continued: "I just learned that some of you are not American citizens, which means that we'll have to check your visas. I think we can run them through the computers without any trouble, but I think we'd better have a look at them before we try to do that. Understood?"
When there were nods, he pulled a heavy plastic bag from his pocket and finished his speech: "And if any of you are carrying forbidden substances, not only mood-altering chemicals of one kind or another but raw fruits and vegetables, any meat product not in an unopened can-that sort of thing-now is the time to deposit them in this bag."
"As my patriotic duty," Castillo said, "I have to mention that the cigarettes that Irishman has been smoking don't smell like Marlboros."
He pointed. The customs officer looked.
"And I've seen his picture hanging in the post office, too," the customs officer said, and walked to the man with his hand extended. "How are you, Jack? And what the hell are you doing with this crew?"
"Hoping nobody sees me," Inspector Doherty said. "And what are you doing in a uniform?"
"The director of National Intelligence suggested it would be appropriate."
"Say hello to Edgar Delchamps," Doherty said. "I'll vouch for him. Use your judgment about the others. Ed, this is Chief Inspector Bob Mitchell."
The men shook hands.
"You're with the bureau?" Mitchell asked.
"Ed's the exception to the rule about people who get paid from Langley," Doherty said. "When he shakes your hand, Bob, you get all five fingers back."
"Actually, I'm with the Fish and Wildlife Service," Delchamps said.
Mitchell chuckled.
The other customs officer handed Mitchell several passports.
"Take a look at these, Inspector," he said. "When was the last time you saw a handwritten, non-expiring, multivisit visa signed by an ambassador?"
"It's been a while," Mitchell said. He looked at the passports and added, "An Argentine, a German, and two Hungarians. All issued the same day in Buenos Aires. Interesting. I'd love to know what's going on here."
"But you were told not to ask, right?" Doherty said. "Sorry, Bob."
"We also serve who look but do not see or ask questions," Mitchell said. "Well, I think I had better run these through the computer myself. I'm sure all kinds of warning bells and whistles are going to go off."
"Thank you, Mr. Mitchell," Castillo said.
"I always try to be nice to people I feel sorry for, Colonel," Mitchell said.
"Excuse me?"
"I bear a message from our boss, Colonel. The ambassador said, quote, Ask Colonel Castillo to please call me the minute he gets off the airplane, unquote."
