One thing was certain. The C4 charge snuggled nicely into the coupling between the private suites car and the coach seats car in front to it. He smiled as he twisted the connection between the blasting cap and the preloaded cell phone. He dusted off his palms and stood, he stepped over the coupling toward the rear of the train. He was not going to miss this for the world.

Knight walked out of the bus station in Jamestown, NY. Lucille Ball grow up here, and it looked like when she left she took everything exciting about the town with her. He slid into the seat of his rental car and adjusted his mirrors. He had to chase the Lake Shore Limited to the north. He would meet it somewhere near Lake Chautauqua if he hurried.

Moot convinced Ferris that waiting around for the action to come to them in Chicago was bunk. It was plain that the students and the thumb drive were on the Lake Shore Limited, and the perfect place for them to land the Sikorsky on the train was in a narrow, hilly stretch of track in western New York state.

Madonna finished her press conference and held her hand out for her essence of hydrangea and pomegranate cooler. She held her hand steadily in the air for 2.3 seconds as her brows lowered. She was about to point out to her assistant her failings when Courtney Love staggered into the Main Parlor of the Atheneum Hotel.

"Madonna, what are you doing here? Chautauqua tent revivals have nothing to do with Chautauqua, NY. Nothing." Love sputtered and threw an empty bottle of Champagne over her shoulder. "You are thinking of Chautauqua, Ohio." She staggered toward the dais, the press cameras flashing wildly. "What an idiot." Love gasped and fell to the floor, dead asleep.

Madonna had just finished this vital segment of publicizing her cause to promote the restoration of circus tent revivals, and was now upstaged.