About the Author
Kathryn A. Graham is a military veteran and holds current aviation licenses as a pilot, an aircraft mechanic, and a ground instructor. She is licensed as owner and manager of her own private investigations firm in South Texas and has made a number of fugitive arrests. She is also certified by the Texas Department of Public Safety as a concealed handgun instructor and teaches classes on the legal and ethical uses of force under Texas Law.
As an experienced aviation consultant and also a security professional, her business has been at the forefront of the events following the terrible tragedies of September 11th of this year. In association with another security company owned by John G. Tarsikes, Jr. (Safetynet Associates), she is currently developing courses for frequent commercial air travelers on various safe and effective ways to counter aircraft hijackings. “Mostly, it’s about attitude adjustment,” she admits with a grin. “For both passengers and hijackers. I think the next idiot to try it will be in for one hell of a surprise.”
Ms. Graham has recently undertaken the job of Texas Director for Armed Females of America and is becoming known as a political activist, having written a number of recent articles on the Second Amendment, firearms, self-defense, the use of force, and many other subjects, including the now famous “10 Principles of Resistance,” available for free download from several locations on the Internet.
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Kris had fallen forward onto the pavement, lying between the two bodies. She wasn't moving. Eric jerked her into a sitting position without a thought for her injured arm and shook her. Her right hand fell from her mouth, and her yelp of pain and protest was sweet music to him. "Kris! Did you–?"
Kris looked down at her hand, her eyes dazed, and forced the clenched fingers to relax. The deadly little capsule fell to the pavement. "It was in my mouth, you idiot," she whispered. "You almost made me—” She shuddered. "—bite down. Did it? Am I–?"
Eric snatched her to her feet. "You're okay," he assured her. "Or you would know it by now.” He glanced up to see several men darting from the building. "Pull yourself together," he added. "We haven't time for this."
Eric steadied her as she started on a wavering run toward the Baron. He got behind her and shoved her onto the right wing. She climbed in and took left seat. Eric gestured the stranger toward the rear seats, then followed him in and took right seat. He kept a wary eye on Kris as she started her engines. She was very pale still and tears streaked her cheeks. Eric stole a glance behind them. Four men were running toward the Baron, but they were still over a hundred yards away.
"I'll take it," he told Kris. "Try to relax for a bit."
Kris shook her head, never looking up. "No. I have to keep us below radar all the way. Under fifty feet.” She glanced at Eric then and saw his expression. "I know I'm crying, Eric. It's just physical. I can ignore it. Do the same."
