Nathaniel's Chorus. Gary Lightfoot

throwing pies. Get it, flying pies?”

      “Oh, I get what you’re saying,” Neil understanding what Susan’s problem was says, “You’re saying it sounds like fly pie.”

      Nathan completes Neil’s explanation by spelling out what they’re saying,

      “It’s actually Greek, you know the P-H-I, P-I, P-S-I.”

      Susan understanding now says, “So that’s where they get the P, P, P at the top of the poster.”

      Nathan proud of his instruction in Greek says, “Right, three P’s, Phi Pi Psi.”

      Neil drops his coffee, “What did you just say? Three P’s?”

      “Yeah, so?” Nathan responds.

      “Ah bro, ah nuts, why didn’t we see this before?”

      “See what?”

      Neil grabs his brother’s arm, “Junior, they’re trying to say that our old Phi Pi Psi is the new tri-P. You know three P’s, tri-P?”

      Nathan looks up at the TV in the Big Donut, and then back at Neil, “How is that possible?”

      “I don’t know Junior, but that looks like what they’re going to try and do.”

      Nathan looks down at his watch, “When did you say Chris was getting in?”

      Neil snaps his fingers, “Well crap! We’re just walking around like idiots aren’t we? We better get going!”

      Susan laughs at the brothers as they run out of the Big Donut and jump into The Burb.

      Φ Π Ψ

      In the hallway outside of the Intelligence Committee hearing room in Washington, Shea Noble’s cell phone rings,

      “Hello, this is Shea Noble Fox News, who’s this?”

      “Shea, this is Robert Jolly, Washington Bureau Chief.”

      Shea recognized his voice, but hadn’t had time to meet him in person since she just arrived in Washington this morning. He was the man who had pulled her off her story in Mexico and had her fly on the “red-eye” to Washington.

      “Yes Sir, what can I do for you, Mr. Jolly?”

      “Shea, just call me Bob.”

      “Okay, Bob, what can I do for you?”

      “Shea, I want you to fly out to Southern California and find Senator Foot’s brothers.”

      “Sir, I mean, Bob, you just had me fly into Washington to interview Senator Foot.”

      Robert Jolly’s voice becomes more authoritative, “Miss Noble, I know what I just had you do.”

      “I’m sorry Mr. Jolly, I’m a little on edge.”

      “I understand Shea, don’t worry, I didn’t take offense. What I need you to do is to make contact with Foot’s brothers. I seem to recall that you went to the same college as one of the brothers.”

      “Yes sir, I knew the brothers, but that was a long time ago.”

      “Shea, I choose you for this story because you knew them. Now don’t worry, I also drafted you onto my team ‘cause you aren’t afraid of anything. Hell Shea, you stood up to the Mexican drug cartel and even sent pictures!”

      “Yes sir,”

      “Now jump on the next plane and get me more pictures.”

      Shea thanks the cameraman that was with her for the few hours she had in Washington. She then calls the FOX News travel agent and books her flight to Los Angeles.

      Φ Π Ψ

      As The Burb heads toward LAX the brothers start putting the pieces together. Nathan begins thinking out loud,

      “Okay, so let’s think this through, Senator Branch is trying to link the tri-P to Nathaniel.”

      Neil joins in, “And they’re going to say that the tri-P is our Phi Pi Psi all grown up.”

      “Right, so that would connect Nathaniel to the tri-P.”

      Neil looks over at Nathan, “Junior, you don’t think it’s possible, do you?”

      Nathan glances back at Neil, “what, that our little bro is tri-P? No way!”

      “No I didn’t mean that, I meant that the tri-P started out as our Phi Pi Psi.”

      Nathan laughs back, “Bro have you gone all conspiracy on me now? Next you’ll be saying that we’ll all end up in Roswell New Mexico, blaming everything on the aliens. Ha!”

      “Come on Junior,” Neil points at the airport sign, “don’t miss the turn.”

      Nathan jerks the wheel to the right and slides across 3 lanes of traffic. Behind them a van slams on its brakes and nearly hits the car in the next lane. The brothers look behind them to see several cars lockup their brakes, causing tire smoke to obscure their exit from the freeway.

      Neil grabs the dashboard of The Burb and says, “Dude! You want me to drive?”

      Nathan snaps back, “No way, that van was all over my tail, you’d think he was trying to hit us or something.”

      “Really? Who’s gone all conspiracy now?”

      The brothers discount the near accident to California traffic and continue on to the airport. Once at the airport, Nathan parks The Burb close to where Asela had told them was a safe place to wait for Chris to come out of the airport. While they wait, Neil tells Nathan about the old Pontiac that followed him out of Guadalajara and how he thought he lost them just outside of Hermosillo. Nathan tells Neil about how the police car, that was following Neil as he came around the corner in front of the Big Donut, was taken out by a black van running a red light. The two brothers begin to rethink their conspiracy theories when they remember that the van that was just on The Burb’s tail was a black van with heavily tinted windows.

      Nathan pulls out his cell phone and calls his wife, as she answers he says,

      “Hey Nancy, how you doing?”

      “Fine Junior, what’s going on?”

      “Could you do me a favor and turnoff the computers and then unplug everything?”

      Nancy’s voice begins to show her concern as she answers, “What’s going on?”

      “Don’t have time, just help me out okay honey?”

      “Sure thing.” Nancy hangs up the phone and begins turning everything off.

      Neil asks Nathan, “What do you think? We’re being tracked, or what did we used to call it? Oh yeah, you think we’re being pinged?”

      “I don’t know Neil, I just think we better take a different tack on this.”

      The two brothers sit silently as they wait for Chris. Several quiet minutes pass when Nathan breaks the tension by saying,

      “I don’t think anyone in their right mind, would use an old Pontiac deep in Mexico to follow anybody.”

      “No man, seriously, I tell you she had a big block in her, sounded like a NASCAR stocker rolling by.”

      Nathan laughs at Neil’s defense then points toward the exit,

      “Hey isn’t that Chris there? You think he’d show us his tattoo?”

      Neil thinks for a second then says,

      “Well, it is tradition, and Chris is a traditional kind of guy.”

      The brothers move The Burb closer to the exit and yell out,

      “Hey PJ, show us your Jolly Greens!”

      Chris was a Pararescueman, a PJ,