All had gone well up to the present moment, as the early morning landing of the helicopter had either gone unnoticed or uncared about by any locals in the small town of Monument. The three black suburban’s then arrived at the remote rendezvous spot less than an hour later via dirt mountain roads to unload their cargo of the ten jumpers who hadn’t stayed with the helicopter, and some extra fuel containers. Each vehicle had long since departed, and if nothing kept them from their intent, the two driven by the women who had posed as federal agents the night before would already be a few hundred miles from the Monument area. One would have used the tracking device given to her in order to pinpoint the exact location of where the helicopter had been hidden Thursday night and most of Friday in the northwest corner of Kansas. That way she could retrieve all of the spent fuel containers that had been deposited at the landing site and the two discarded parachutes that were no longer needed by Mr. Capra and Mr. Fisk. Then after making her way slightly to the east, she would turn south onto highway-27 for the journey toward and through the panhandle region of Oklahoma and into Texas. The other would be in northern New Mexico heading for an observation point where she hoped to report the movement of aircraft later in the day. Remaining in Colorado, the plan called for the third Suburban to be repositioned to the southwest within visual range of the Fremont County Airport in Canon City.

Now hidden in a saddle between two rises of the foothills just west of town, the helicopter piloted by Mr. Capra and Mr. Fisk was ready to go and awaiting the call. One of the jumpers who had been stationed as a lookout roughly one-hundred yards away signaled once again that all remained clear. After relieving another man from an hours watch, he had been flat on his belly to stealthily peek over the top of the rise for half of that time. The continued absence of hikers, bikers, or off road enthusiasts coming up from Monument was a welcome relief, and was probably attributed to either the season, or the game that would soon transpire.

Glancing at his watch, Mr. Fisk, said, “We should be hearing something very soon. If not, we may have a problem.”

Mr. Capra nodded with confirmation without saying anything, and then a moment later, the burn phone that had been given to him a few days prior by number thirty one began to ring.