"First," Lyons informed him. "Cut the 'sir' crap. Call me Carl, or Lyons."

"Sheldon Archer, L.A. Bureau Chief," the agent said.

"My partners, Gadgets and Politician," Lyons said, introducing Schwarz and Blancanales.

Archer turned to the black woman standing behind him and introduced her. "This is Miss King."

Kelly said hello to the man, then informed them that she was at the airport to meet another plane. "It's been in for ten minutes. I want to talk to one of the passengers — a man I met at an international meet in Montreal." Her voice was heavy. She was still shaken over the loss of her teammate.

"Let's go," Lyons said as the men of Able Team tossed their wooden cases and suitcases into the back of the wagon and then climbed in. Archer drove them to the upper-level roadway and to the west end of the complex where the new international terminal was located.

"Look at all the reporters," Pol said as they approached an old school bus that was being loaded with young black athletes. "Whenever athletes arrive in this country the news hounds are there."

"The athletes are already boarding the bus," Kelly said. "Let me out."

Archer pulled up in front of the bus and King scrambled out. The four men followed her.

A tall blond man in a suit confronted Archer.

"You can't park here," he barked. "Move that heap."

A television reporter, sensing some drama in this small confrontation, zeroed in on the blond man, jerking her cameraman along.

"That's Petra Dix," Politician said. "She does the night news on one of the networks."

Archer moved in front of the station wagon to meet the shouting man. Dix closed in on the controversy.

In a breath, the members of Able Team sensed something was wrong. The big blond man moved too smoothly. The scene was all wrong.

They scanned the area. American guides outnumbered athletes. The guides were all burly white males, with muscles attached to muscles. Three of the heavies held members of the press away from the athletes while others corralled the Africans onto the bus.