He went back to the roof and peered over the edge. The guards were making their

patrols. He waited until they had once more converged at the front before

climbing back down the building after fixing the lock on the access door to hide

any sign that he had breached it. He scaled the fence, landed on the other side,

and made his way quickly back to his van.

 

He drove back to the motel and got there in twenty minutes. He went to his room,

sat on the bed, and pulled out his phone. He put in the word “Atalanta.” It did

not take long to get hits.

 

Atalanta was a mythological female warrior of Greek descent, the only woman on

board Jason’s Argo and the lady who had killed the fearsome Calydonian Boar. She

was the only female regularly listed among the greatest mythological warriors.

 

When he looked up “Atalanta Group at Fort Monroe, Virginia,” he got exactly

nothing. There was an Atalanta Group, but it had to do with specialty food and

it was nowhere near Fort Monroe.

 

Rogers sat back and thought about this.

 

Secretive. Perhaps to a paranoid degree.

 

Atalanta, a great female warrior? The only one who ran with the male dogs?