washed cotton khakis, others in faded flight suits. He heard the
comments drift toward the front of the room.
“Goddamn Marines. If they could just . . .”
“I don’t know why we need to . . .”
“And then she wrapped her legs around . . .”
He placed the pointer carefully on the narrow lip at the edge of the
podium. Well, there was nothing that said they had to be enthusiastic
about the safety stand-down.
If truth be told, he wasn’t so wild about the idea himself.
Parking the world’s finest naval aviators in a classroom all right, a
Ready Room, but a classroom for this day while a pilot was missing at
sea and tensions boiled to the south rankled all of them. Still,
AIRPAC supposedly knew best.
With the spate of recent mishaps and incidents, he could understand a
renewed emphasis on safety. But a stand down? Now, with so much
unexplained in the area? He shook his head again, and scowled. The
only aircraft airborne right now were the SAR helos still searching for
the downed Marine pilot.
Like his fellow aviators, there was no requirement he like the safety
stand-down just that he do it. He followed the last aviator out of the
Ready Room and headed for chow.
1200 Local (+5 GMT) Admiral’s Conference Room “All right, what have we
got?” Batman said as he strode into the conference room. “I want some
answers, people.”
The admiral sat down in his usual spot halfway down the table and
glared at Commander Busby, who was standing in front of the room. Lab
Rat met his gaze steadily. It was always like this, admirals demanding
immediate answers and definitive explanations for every scenario. In
an ideal world. Intelligence would be perfect and there would be no
surprises.
But this world was far from ideal. Lab Rat clicked the mouse in his
hand, flashing the first slide up on the screen.
He saw the admiral shift impatiently in his seat as a topographical map
of Cuba lit the front of the room. Lab Rat hastily punched the button
again, cycling on to the next slide.
“Let me cut to the chase. Admiral.” Lab Rat flicked the laser pointer
on and centered the small red dot over the western tip of Cuba. “We
have indications that Major Hammersmith is being held here.
Additionally, I have satellite imagery that indicates the Cubans are
standing up a new weapons system, probably long-range offensive land
attack missiles.” Lab Rat paused, guiltily enjoying the sudden sharp
intakes of breath he heard around the room.
The admiral shook his head from side to side. “You don’t fuck around
when you say cut to the chase, do you?” he said, surprisingly
mildly.
“Okay, Lab Rat, go ahead and start the backing and filling I know is
going to come. You intelligence types never make absolute
pronouncements, do you?”
Lab Rat resisted the impulse to gloat. “We do when we can. Admiral.
As of thirty minutes ago, this was the situation.” He punched the
clicker again, flashing the next slide up on the screen.
It was overhead imagery, a highly detailed and accurate photograph of
the area produced by one of the U.S. national assets a satellite.
Everyone in the room, even those who had seen such imagery before,
leaned forward almost involuntarily. The clarity, the
detail exceptional.
The photograph was in black and white. Centered in the rectangle was a
man in an American flight suit surrounded by a squad of six armed Cuban
army guards. They were walking toward a small cinder-block building.
The American had his face turned up toward the sky, and was being
jabbed in the kidneys by the rearmost guard.
“Thor appears to have remembered his SERE lessons well,” Lab Rat said
neutrally. Every pilot attended the Survival, Evasion, Rescue, and
Escape course before being assigned to a carrier. “He was looking up
at the sky at every opportunity. The Cubans seemed to know what he was
doing, too they nailed him every time. We’ve got six good photos of
his upturned cherubic little face, this one being the best of the
lot.
It’s him, no doubt.”
Batman studied the photo for a moment before nodding sharply.
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