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Thank You for reading my story! I would enjoy hearing your thoughts, criticism, and ideas on how to make this story better. Rachel M. Moore
March 9th, 4:56 AM
Getting my bag checked was the easiest thing I’d done this morning. Just an hour before I was struggling with my hair, my makeup, and on top of those setbacks – I hated the shoes I was wearing with my Braxton skirt.
The Alaska counter agent was helpful, but this day was about to get worse. After being directed to the gate my flight was leaving from I realized I needed to get through the TSA gauntlet. How the hell did this escape every part of my planning for this trip? I had a terrible sinking feeling wash over me.
But, as I was soon to learn there was a perk of flying first class. A premium line to get through the security check and when I got there the line was nearly empty, compared to the general screening lines. I made my way to the TSA pre-check agent manning the podium and handed him my boarding pass and driver’s license.
He looked over the two; looked at me, passed my documents back, “Have a nice flight…”
I should have been more panicked, but I was Xanax fortified this morning. And I’d just made it through the first hurdle. I wondered why he didn’t question my appearance.
I looked at my boarding pass, ‘Edward Gallagher’ – it matched my driver’s license, the one I was too poor to go through the legal process of getting changed. Why didn’t that register last night when I checked in online? This was yet another thing I totally spaced on, a detail, a fact, lost in the swirl of crushing pressures of being me and agreeing to assist in the search for Amber.
My judgment was certainly clouded, my ‘be on guard every waking second’ lapsing at times I should have been in total control – albeit panicked to the edge of my ability to function. When I got back I would have to thank Kendal, or maybe she knew I would have a problem with TSA ticketed as myself, Elizabeth Gallagher, fulya escort and was trying to make getting on the plane easier.
The next challenge, getting through a scan, a body scan. This was done twice.
I wasn’t aware their scans were programmed to the standard genders. The first
one was done for a female’s anatomy. The TSA agent at the scanner thought
she saw a female, so that’s how I was scanned – unbeknownst to me. The TSA
agent behind the computer screen reading the scan flagged my original screening for obvious reasons. The female agent at the scanner was polite, asked me if I was Transgender MTF. I nodded.
She spoke a code aloud, and then turned to me, “Let’s try again Miss…”
Scan – passed. No strange looks, no alarm bells went off. I picked up my purse from the other scanning process and made my way to the gate.
March 9th, 6:16 AM
Boarding began with the typical, “Those needing additional assistance…”
call. That was followed by all levels of mileage plan members and first
class passengers. I was ahead of the curve on this one though, and passed
on loading ahead of a fully booked flight.
I didn’t want to be sitting there having every passenger pass by me and wondering about how I rated. I guess I could have just boarded early and stared out the window or something, but being next to last on the plane sure seemed an easier way to get on with this show. When I got to my seat I barely got a look from anyone in first class. I pushed my purse under the seat in front of me, nodded ‘No’ to the offer of a beverage – I probably should have gotten a
water, buckled my seatbelt. The plane pulled back from the gate at 6:47
AM.
March 9th, 11:02 AM
My room was amazing, the entire property was amazing – nothing short of being a five star resort. I thought the hotel would be some old Holiday Inn
rebranded – happily that wasn’t the case. The weather was in the mid-
seventies, pure sunshine cihangir escort and nothing like the rain I left behind in
Seattle this morning.
I pulled things from my suitcase, hanging items, and arranging shoes in the closet. I had the AC on and over the drone there was a knock on my door. I froze for a moment, and then made my way to the door. I looked out the peephole and saw a man in his early forties, maybe late thirties.
I did not recognize him and was about to just walk away. “Elizabeth Gallagher, I’m Paul Kline, I work for Jacob Wentz.” There was a pause, “Janet Larson said I could meet you here.”
Nervous energy pulsed through my veins as I opened the door, “I’m
Elizabeth…” and I felt foolish all of a sudden for stating that, rather than acknowledging him. He knew who I was or he wouldn’t be here – did he say he had talked to Janet?
I stood in the doorway as if we were going to have a long conversation here with him in the hallway. Realizing how stupid I must look I stepped aside and he stepped forward, offering his hand, which I shook tentatively. What is my problem?!
“Nice to meet you, Janet and Jacob have high praise for you. I look forward to working with you,” he said as he made his way to the couch in the anteroom of the suite.
I followed but had no idea what I should say. I hadn’t even checked my work email yet, had Janet emailed me about this meeting? I should have logged into my work email account. I knew I hadn’t missed any calls or text messages since arriving. Paul must be the computer forensics specialist – why didn’t I ask Janet about this guy?
He was a nice looking man, maybe an inch taller than I was and dressed
business casual – it sure seemed like he was going to be all business as he was already pulling a laptop from his bag. Good, I was already uncomfortable about my role and hoping I wasn’t going to be the lead on this assignment.
I wasn’t even sure what I was here to offer up anyway – I knew beyoğlu escort nothing about computer stuff, I hoped he had some kind of plan. So much for getting a power nap in before jumping into work – I guess that wasn’t going to happen. “I… I think the WiFi password is ‘Scottsdale’ and my room…”
“Yup, I’m staying here too – got here Monday. So, thought we could go over some of the basic stuff – get you up to speed on what I’ve gotten from her computer so far,” he was pulling a portable drive from his bag and plugging it in, “This is a copy of her hard drives – from both her computers. I’m still running some scans on the laptop, to see if I can recover things that have been deleted. Nothing much on her desktop unit, but we can discuss that.”
I just watched, he was clicking and opening windows faster than I could
grasp on his laptop. “Can I get you something to drink? Is there anything I can do?”
“No, I’m… Yeah, if you have water that would be good. Oh, and,” he pulled a stick from his bag, “If you can plug this into your TV we won’t have to crowd around this tiny screen.”
I took the stick and must have looked confused, “Plug it into?”
“If you can plug it into any of the HDMI slots, there are a couple on the left side I think.”
I did as requested, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. The hotel
entertainment menu was showing. I knew enough that the stick would be
accessible via one of the TV’s aux connections from his computer. I found
a Google Chrome Cast listed on HDMI – 3.
Paul looked up, then did something and the screen went black. Five seconds passed and Facebook was showing on the screen, Amber’s Facebook – it was the first time I had seen what she looked like.
“Think I could get that water?”
I literally jumped, his voice shocking me, like static electricity – I was
that focused on Amber’s picture on the 42 inch TV screen. She was so
much more female than I had expected for only being seventeen. I turned
reluctantly toward the full size kitchen and pulled a bottle of the ‘Complimentary’ water from the refrigerator. I gave Paul the bottle, he
thanked me.
When I looked at the TV it was in a split screen mode – her Facebook account on top and some other computer language stuff was zipping off the screen nearly as fast as it was displaying – ‘For (i 0=0;i 0
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