The Three Day Pass
Chapter 11

By: JoyStick

Driving back to base, a thought flashed into Joseph’s mind. He pulled to the side of the road and punched in William Barns’ home phone number. A female voice answered and said, “Hello?”

“Hi, is this the home of William Barns?” Joseph asked, and when the party on the line confirmed it, he asked if Bill was at home.

“Yes he is, but he is rather busy right now. May I ask who is calling?”

“Please, just tell Bill that Joseph is calling from a cell phone and that it is rather important that I speak with him.”

Joseph heard the woman call out, “Bill–someone called Joseph–calling from a cell for you.”

“Joseph! Anything wrong?” Bill asked breathlessly.

“No, nothing really wrong–I just had this feeling that I should call in and tell you about something that happened this evening when I got to the Muhammad house. When I arrived, only the girl was home.”

“Well a nice, quiet evening at home together,” Barns said leeringly. “Bet you were thrilled.”

“As a matter of fact, I was, and things were going along as you would expect,” Joseph said. “However, when I asked where her parents were, Kassie said that Fazzi and Mary were at a meeting of the ‘Justice for the Middle East Committee’. It was some sort of executive meeting and Fazzi, as an officer in the organization, was required to attend. At the time, it just did not seem important or unusual. Later, we were interrupted by a phone call telling me to get back to the base ASAP as the base was on alert. Just now, while driving back, suddenly a thought came into my mind. Knowing Arab culture, and Mary in particular, it now strikes me as rather unusual that she would be invited to a meeting of the executives. While it is not unheard of for women to hold positions of importance, it was just a bit out of the ordinary. I thought it might be important–so I figured I’d better contact you.”

“Joseph, can you stay where you are and on the line? I need to go into my den. Give me time to fire-up my computer. I’ll be able to access my office files from there and look up that organization. Don’t move from there. We have a clear connection and I don’t want to lose you.” he said, and started leave.

Joseph screamed, “Hey Bill, I can’t wait! I have to get back to the base!”

“Fuck the base! This just may be important. I’ll cover for you with the base. Just don’t move until I check this out. And that’s a direct order coming from the FBI. I’ll get back to you right away!” Barns yelled. Joseph was used to taking orders, so he sat there with the phone to his ear–feeling rather foolish–and waited. He waited twenty minutes