The next morning, the embassy's gleaming black Mercedes-Benz 600 limousine left the main Vienna-Tulin highway and drove down the side road dividing the twin villages of Langenlebarn-Oberaigen and Langenlebarn Unteraigen is located along the banks of the Danube, thirty kilometers northwest of Vienna. James Hirschell slowed down and turned onto the entrance road to Brumowski Air Force Base. The Austrian Air Force Guard came out onto the street; then he spotted the diplomatic plates and took a step back; opening the barrier and waving elegantly as the Mercedes-Benz passed through the checkpoint. The air base seemed deserted, except for a solitary, familiar shape on the large concrete apron in front of the hangars. It was an Austrian Turbo Porter… the newest version of the type of airplane Stacey and Alex had flown in Laos. James Hirschell stopped the Mercedes-Benz on the edge of the forecourt and turned off the engine. Rolling down the electric window between the front and rear compartments, he looked at his watch and said, "Your ride should arrive within the next ten minutes..." He was about to say something else when one of the ugly little Steyr Puch Haflinger trucks , which looked like a Volkswagen gone mad, stopped next to the Mercedes-Benz. A Stabswachtmeister... a sergeant major jumped out and approached Hirschell's driver's window. He said the transport to pick up the five embassy employees in Hirschell's care had just made radio contact and was ten kilometers away. When he had landed; Hirschell was allowed to follow the taxiway to the threshold of the active runway to deliver his passengers. They were chatting quietly about the operation when a distant buzz caught their attention. To the southwest, a… half of paper… past the terminal and operations building to the helicopter apron. Sitting there, rotors already spinning, was a large attack helicopter that Stacey recognized as being from the same family of Sikorsky helicopters as the Super Jolly Green Giants that were just starting to appear when she left Laos. Rafael Navot stopped the Chevy and waved his hand expansively at the helicopter. "Here it is... a CH-53 "Yas'ur"... our US Marine Corps Sea Stallion Assault Defense Force variant helicopter. We've only had them since September; but at least they don't have the fabric seats... they still fold, but they're canvas.' He saw the look on Alex's face. 'It's not that bad. Your destination is only two hundred miles away. It's about a three-quarters hour flight... then it's a luxury to Washington!'