Further conversation was interrupted when the main course of the lunch was brought in on a serving cart. The three men sat in silence as the waiter put the plates of lamb chops, stewed tomatoes, and green beans in front of them.
The rest of the meal was continued in silence.
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GREEN EMERALD RESORT AND SPA
SINGAPORE
21 SEPTEMBER
HARRY Turpin had settled his protege, Archie Sikes, into his beach bungalow to prepare him for entry into the complicated environment of high-class international dealings in arms. But before the actual lessons were begun, the two took a quick flight to Harry's tailor in Hong Kong to obtain a new wardrobe for the younger man. Business suits, casual attire, shoes, socks, ties, jackets, overcoats, raincoats--the whole nine yards in haberdashery--were prepared for the new assistant. Like any other sales agent, the future dealer in death had to make a good impression on the clientele.
With the attire taken care of, it was time for grooming. Archie had kept his hair clipped short to the scalp during his soldiering in Iran and Afghanistan, and his beard had simply grown any way it wanted to. A tonsorial treatment was in order, and the lad from Manchester was turned into a regular Beau Brummel with styled hair, a neatly clipped goatee, and manicured fingernails. With that taken care of, Harry turned to the commercial side of their partnership.
This was nothing less than a combination apprenticeship and business course. Archie had the proper background in military hardware, but he had to learn the current prices, sources, and outlets for everything from platoon-size orders of T-72 tanks to the going rate for a single rocket-propelled grenade. All these transactions were extremely complicated. Most of the time the acquisition of the merchandise involved desperately crooked military officers from the old Soviet bloc. They were underpaid and resentful, driven to perform paperwork miracles in which they hid away whole inventories of the most destructive weaponry in the world. They drove hard bargains, and it took just the right combination of toughness and diplomacy to make a profit in these cloak-and-dagger dealings.
Archie Sikes turned out to be an enthusiastic student, and within a short time he was well into his studies, learning fast, and anxious to get out and make some money. The international arms industry now had another member in their ranks, more than willing to turn a profit off the blood and cruelty of others.
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USS DALY
PERSIAN GULF
21 SEPTEMBER
THE Brigands were back into their shipboard routine with one exception. The ship's skipper, Captain Jackson Fletcher, issued specific orders that the BVBL--Brigand Volleyball League--was to be dissolved and that under no circumstances would the SEALs participate in that or any other type of athletic competition aboard the vessel. This message was delivered rather forcefully to Lieutenant William Brannigan, with a stern warning that disobedience would lead to his OER looking like a criminal rap sheet in the civilian world.
Thus the Brigands returned to a more conventional training schedule, which included a vigorous PT program featuring innumerable laps around the deck; classroom--'skull sessions' in which Ensign Orlando Taylor taught and reviewed small-unit tactics; weapons and equipment maintenance under the stern supervision of Lieutenant JG Jim Cruiser; and other housekeeping details necessary to keep them in a state of readiness for the next operation.
It wasn't long before SCPO Buford Dawkins was worried about his guys. The predictable routine was beginning to sap their morale and enthusiasm, and he realized that if something invigorating wasn't done, they'd begin to lose that fighting edge that had to be kept honed at all times. Then he had a great idea. The ACV Battlecraft, which they had used in their seaborne operations against the al-Mimkhalif terrorist group, was berthed in the docking well of the Daly. He made some inquiries within the naval administration aboard, and the captain made the craft available for their use in training. Better to have them whipping around on the ocean than trying to kill each other in the vicinity of a volleyball net.
The next day the detachment took the Battlecraft out to sharpen their boat-handling skills and also to employ it as a platform for SCUBA diving. From that point on, many hot afternoons were spent deploying and recovering CRRCs under the blazing Arabian sun, as old skills were brought back up to a high degree of professionalism.
Jim Cruiser wrote to his wife, Veronica, back in San Diego about once again being aboard the Battlecraft. She had served in the Navy as an electronic weapons officer, and designed the armament system for the ACV. Veronica had even gone on combat operations with the detachment and was an honorary member of Brannigan's Brigands.
It was during this time that the romance between her and Cruiser blossomed, ending in marriage before she left the Navy to work in a local electronics manufacturing firm.
Even though the SEALs enjoyed the recreative aspects of these latest activities, a collective restlessness began to emerge among the group. No matter what was going on, there would always be anxious glances toward the horizon in the direction of the USS Combs. That was where Commander Tom Carey and Lieutenant Ernest Berringer would appear from someday, sitting in a Seahawk chopper with another WARNO in their briefcases.
Then it would be isolation, briefback, and an insertion back into hell.
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MANCHESTER, ENGLAND
SEPTEMBER 1430 HOURS
CHARLIE Sikes had gotten the sack.
This was the reason he sat in front of his telly, dully watching a BBC sports broadcast in the middle of the afternoon. Because of his son's desertion from the Army in Iraq, the union representing the workers at the warehouse where he had been employed was disinclined to contest his firing. Now he was watched by the police, unemployed, and unlikely to find another job. There was every possibility that he would be on the dole for the rest of his life.
His wife, Nancy, sat across the room on the sofa, also gazing at the screen without really noting what was on. Both parents were bitterly disappointed in Archie's conduct and what it had brought on the household.
'He bluddy thinks only of himself, and he's always been that way,' Charlie suddenly said aloud.
'You're right, love,' Nancy said. 'He's all but destroyed us. It was horrible what he done, and I'm his mum and I'll say that to anybody.'
'If I had anything worth anything, I'd damn well disown the rotter,' Charlie said bitterly. 'He's chucked out o' me life, Nancy. There's no room in me heart for him no more. He's come to being no more than a criminal and a disgrace.'
'I feel the same,' Nancy said. 'Who woulda thought--'
The sound of the doorbell broke over the scene.
'Oh, bluddy shit!' Charlie said. 'It's the coppers again.'
'I'll tell 'em you ain't home, love,' Nancy said, getting up.
'It won't do no good,' Charlie said as she walked from the room.
When the woman answered the door, it wasn't a policeman. Instead it was a messenger boy from the telegraph office. 'Wire for Mr. and or Mrs. Charles Sikes,' he announced. He thrust a pad at her. 'Sign for it here, if you please, madam.'
Nancy signed and took the envelope back to the living room, handing the envelope to Charlie. He opened it with a great deal of hesitation and slowly pulled the message out of the envelope. After a disheartened sigh, he began to read. Five seconds later, he was on his feet, shouting, 'Blimey! Blimey! Blimey!'
'Oh, Gawd!' Nancy wailed. 'Wot is it, Charlie?'
'It's a bluddy money wire, that's what it is!' Charlie exclaimed. 'For fifteen thousand bleeding quid!'
'Who's it from then?'
'It's from Archie, and he says there's more on the way!' Charlie yelled. He sat down and handed the wire over to Nancy. 'It's from Hong Kong.'
She trembled as she looked at it, then smiled sweetly. 'Oh, that Archie!'
'Y'know, something?' Charlie said, smiling and reaching for his pipe. 'I always knew that lad would amount to
