3Chapter One.I first took notice of them, and I didn't know their namesthen but would some hours later, while sitting on the floor of theF-10 departure lounge at New York City's Kennedy internationalAirport waiting for the flight to Budapest to be announced. Thelounge served as the departure gate for Yugoslavian Airline'sflights to Belgrade and other central points in Eastern Europe.The lounge was a cube like room and had eight rows of plasticchairs, fifteen chairs to a row. The chairs were positioned sothey came to a V a few feet from the wall at the far right handcorner of the room, and it was here that I sat. I suppose, no Iknew damn well I looked silly sitting there on the floor. And whynot. I was a few months shy of my forty-eight birthday and lookedit and I also sported a suit and tie. I was also a Senior editorfor United Press International, although none of the otherpassengers who sat comfortably on the chairs could possible knowthis. Anyway, the combination of the three, my age, the suit andmy position, should of prevented me from sitting on the floor. Butthere I was, hunkered down, back against the wall, legs stretchedstick-like out before me. I felt very conspicuous sitting there.