Utah's Deep Desert Cover

Just as Mikhail returned with a bag full of groceries another vehicle arrived.  He slipped into the car with the other individuals and while quickly sipping on his slurpee, said, "I see the plot thickens...slurp...do you know who they are?  Slurrrppp.   AAHHH."  A man and a woman stepped out of the car and headed for the Church.

"Chicken?"  Saed asked.

"Wrong, my friend.  They are not chickens.  That is Sarah Fields and Eric Reeves.  They worked with Liza Snow on the project," Mikhail answered with his mouth full.

"No," replied Saed, "What I mean..."

"Yes, they are!  They were at Liza's office at the school when we went to talk to her," Mikhail mumbled with spurts of chicken out of his mouth.

"You two spoke with Liza?!"  Judy hastily interrupted.  She put down the diary and asked again, but this time she first hit Saed on the arm to get his attention.  "You two spoke with Liza?!"

"No, where's my chicken breast?"  Saed asked as he stared directly at Judy.

"You didn't speak with Liza?"  Pat asked.

"Yes, we did, but the store didn't have any chicken breast.  I got you another leg," answered Mikhail.

"Damn, if you want to call it speaking, and legs are not as good," Saed responded.

"So what if legs have a little more fat than the breast.  Why do you have to be so picky?  Just enjoy!"  Mikhail pronounced.

"Then she was killed.  Have you tried these potatoes?"  Saed asked Judy and Pat.

"Wait a minute.  I don't think we got all the details worked out as to who is who and what you two are doing here," Pat questioned the two men. 

Mikhail looked at Saed, who was licking his fingers and glanced over at Pat then asked,  "Did you want some chicken, too?"

"No, I want some answers," Pat responded.

"Good, because if you wanted some chicken you were going to have to go get it yourself.  Have you ever noticed how amazing those microwaves are?  And they are in practically every store I have been in.  Truly amazing machines!  We don't have any in Moscow.  We will soon, though.  I guarantee it."

Judy turned around to Pat sitting in the back seat and said, "My Love, don't you understand.  These two men are spies.  They came to buy, trick, steal, lie, cheat, but maybe not murder Liza to obtain what she was working on.  This guy is Russian, but from the way he eats, he is probably part Ukrainian.  This other gentleman is from the Middle East.  More than likely an Egyptian or an Israeli, but I'm not positive.  There really isn't much difference between the two except for their beliefs.  I've seen him someplace before and someday I will remember.  Their orders are to obtain as much of the project as possible.  Both have death orders."

"Death orders," questioned Pat.

"Don't come back alive without it."

"Sounds pretty serious."

"Actually, it sounds like I'm out of slurpee already," Mikhail complained as the straw failed to produce anymore liquid with each annoyingly long slurp.

"You met with Liza?" Judy demanded again.  "You should have known that she wasn't going