CARRIER 9: ARCTIC FIRE By: Keith Douglass

postgraduate study into the man’s lap in the last ten minutes.

“COS, send them in,” Tombstone said.

The chief of staff walked over to the door to the conference room,

opened it, and motioned to the four people seated around the large

rectangular table. They filed into the admiral’s cabin, not speaking.

Tombstone did not ask them to sit. Instead, he glared at them from a

seated position behind his desk, assessing each one carefully.

“Your licenses are gone,” he said finally, pointing at the pilot and

the copilot of the helicopter. He turned his gaze on Pamela. “And if you

had one, yours would be, too.”

Pamela took one step forward. “The icing wasn’t their fault,

Admiral,” she said quietly, her voice betraying no quaver of nervousness.

“I admit, I pressed them hard to fly in this weather, even though they said

they’d rather not.” She shrugged. “Not a smart move, in retrospect. But

there was certainly no attempt to-”

“Shut up,” Tombstone said levelly. He turned his back on her to face

the JAG officer. “Read them their rights before we proceed.”

The lawyer stood and recited the Miranda warnings to the four people.

By then, the pilot and copilot were starting to turn pale. Yet nothing

appeared to affect Pamela Drake, ace correspondent from ACN, Tombstone

thought bitterly.

“Do you understand these rights as I’ve explained them to you?” the

lawyer concluded. All four nodded.

“I can’t hear you,” Tombstone said neutrally, pointing at the

recording equipment. One by one, the four people said yes.

“And, having these rights in mind, do you desire to speak to an

attorney,” the lawyer continued, “or do you wish to discuss this matter

now?”

“As I was saying, Admiral,” Pamela began.

Tombstone cut her off again. “I didn’t ask for a narrative yet, Miss

Drake,” he said coldly. “This is the way this matter will proceed–I will

ask questions, you will answer them. At the conclusion, I will permit you

a brief–and I mean very brief–period in which to add any amplifying

material that you might wish to. And, for the record, I’m not interested

in your conclusions at this point.”

Tombstone turned his gaze to the pilot. “There was no malfunction on

your helicopter,” he said bluntly. “That is true, is it not?”

The pilot cleared his throat and glanced uneasily about the room as

though trying to find the answer to the question. He looked at his

copilot, who shrugged. Finally, the pilot settled for staring at the deck.

“No, there wasn’t.”

“Are you aware that it is a federal felony to falsely utilize the

seven-seven-seven-seven emergency squawk?” Tombstone demanded.

The pilot nodded.

“I can’t hear you,” Tombstone said again.

“Yes.”

“The next question will require a yes or no answer only. Did you

falsely report an emergency condition in order to land on my ship, knowing

that had you asked permission through normal channels I would’ve said no?”

“Yes, but I-”

“Thank you. That answers the question. Finally, did you take this

action at the instigation of Miss Pamela Drake from ACN?”

The pilot, now thoroughly cowed, looked over at his former employer.

Perhaps his last employer, he thought bitterly, trying to remember why in

the world he’d ever been convinced this was a good idea. If he answered

the admiral’s question, no news organization would ever hire him for a

charter flight again. But if he didn’t, that would be the last time he was

ever allowed landing rights or any other courtesy from any military

installation. At this point, he wasn’t even sure that he would have a

license. “Yes.” He continued staring at the deck, waiting for the

explosion he was sure was coming.

“Admiral, I-”

“Miss Drake. One more outburst and I’ll have you gagged. If you do

not understand the full extent of my power on board this ship, then I

suggest you consult with an attorney before disobeying any more of my

orders. Is that perfectly clear to you?” And why should it be now, my

dear? he wondered bitterly. It never was before. In all our years

together, you never understood how absolutely compelling my power is over

every bit of this ship. If I wanted to have you locked up overnight and

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