“Captain Remington, Danielle Vinchenzo of OneWorld NewsNet is here.”
Remington looked at the corporal. The man stood beside him as if awaiting execution. For a long moment, Remington listened to the rain drum against the tarpaulin roof above his head. He ran the scenarios through his mind, wondering what had sparked the woman’s interest.
In the end, he decided it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to be afraid of her or her interest. After all, he’d just shot a civilian a short time ago. At this point, with everything so unsettled around them, accidents could happen to anyone.
“Bring her,” Remington said.
“Yes, sir.” The corporal walked away, then quickly returned with the woman and her cameraman in tow.
“Miss Vinchenzo,” Remington said. “Make this snappy. As you can see, I’ve got pressing business here.”
“I understand that, Captain, but I think you’ll want to see this.” Danielle started to open her computer.
Remington caught the computer with one hand and kept it shut. Recognizing the fear in her eyes, he grinned a little. Having other people afraid of him was a good thing. It put them off their game. Fear motivated people to move more quickly when he gave an order.
“Why don’t you paint a target on our heads instead?” Remington asked. “Opening that computer out here will reveal us to any Syrian snipers who might be waiting for a clear target.”
Danielle frowned. She didn’t like making mistakes.
“I’ve got something to show you,” she said.
“I can catch it in reruns in the morning.”
She looked at him. “Goose is alive. He survived the fall from the helicopter.”
Relief and distaste warred within Remington. If Goose had died, Remington would have lost a good right hand when he needed it most. Bringing the UN forces and the Rangers together would be a struggle. Having Goose help him would make things a lot easier.
However, Goose wasn’t exactly running on the correct rails these days. And Remington felt jealous of the interest the woman had in Goose’s survival. He knew a lot of the Rangers felt the same way about Goose that she did.
“How do you know this?” Remington demanded.
“Alexander Cody gave orders to kill him.”
Remington frowned. “You heard Cody give those orders?”
“No. I saw him do it.”
“You… saw… Cody give orders to kill Goose.”
“Yes.” Danielle didn’t hesitate a second. “Look, if I could just show you what I’ve got on this computer, you’ll see for yourself.”
“All right, Miss Vinchenzo. I’ll grant you that you’ve made me curious.” Remington guided her toward a set of stairs that led down into the earth.
Outside Sanliurfa
Local Time 2204 Hours
Goose lay prone in the mud under a bush and aimed the laser range finder at the top of the wall surrounding the city.
“Wait,” Icarus said. “You’re going to shine that around?”
“Nope,” Goose said. “I’m going to direct it at one of the places I suspect our artillery people will have positioned a LADAR.”
“What’s a LADAR?” At Goose’s instruction, Icarus lay a few feet away. In case they were spotted, they need not both be taken out in one burst.
“It’s an acronym for laser detection and radar. Artillery grunts use it to paint targets. I’m betting they’re tagging targets out here despite the rain. Just to keep everyone honest.”
“What good does that do us?”
“If everything works right, I’m going to get the attention of the LADAR ops crews. Then I’m going to tell them who we are.” He aimed the range finder at the top of the wall and slowly moved it along. He watched the readout through the ocular. When it suddenly changed, he knew he’d caught the attention of an alert ops tech. Calmly he switched the range finder off and on in a series of long and short bursts.
Downtown Sanliurfa Local Time 2208 Hours
The bunker held food and water. There was no electricity.
Danielle placed the computer on a stack of metal ammo crates and opened it. The battery power was low, but she knew there was enough to show the video to Remington. She brought the file up and let it run.
“There’s no audio,” Danielle said. “But if you look closely, you can read Cody’s lips.” She enhanced the image and centered on Cody’s mouth.
The blue tint of the computer screen played over Remington’s face. His expression never changed, never offered her a clue as to what he was thinking.
“Play it again,” he ordered.
Danielle did. Then she played it twice more after that. The lowbattery warning flashed.
“There’s not enough power to run the video again,” Danielle said.
Remington didn’t say anything.
“Did you see Cody give the orders?” Danielle demanded.
Remington fixed her with his gaze. “I don’t know why this man would want Goose dead.”
“It’s not Cody. It’s Carpathia. Cody works for Carpathia.”
At that, Remington grinned. “You’re accusing the newly elected secretarygeneral of the United Nations of trying to kill a U.S. Army staff sergeant?” He shook his head in disbelief. “How much attention do you think this little conspiracy theory of yours is going to net you?”
Anger filled Danielle. She wanted to lash out at Remington. He was the only one in the city who had the power to act, and he wasn’t making a move to do anything.
“It’s not a theory,” Danielle said. “It’s the truth.”
“Cody didn’t say anything about Carpathia.”
“I’ve got proof that Cody works for Carpathia.”
Remington drew in a breath and let it out. Like he had all the time in the world. “Do you like your job, Miss Vinchenzo?”
Danielle hadn’t expected the question and didn’t know how to react to it.
“The reason I ask,” Remington stated calmly, “is because you’re about to commit career suicide if you try to go on the air with this.”
“Goose is out there,” Danielle said. “Doesn’t that matter?”
“Even if I believed your story, which I’m not entirely convinced of, there’s a lot of territory out there. Where would you suggest I start looking for him? And how do you suppose I keep the Syrians from killing him outright when I do?”
“Make Cody tell you.”
“Maybe you’re in a rush to throw away your career, but I’m not. I’ve worked long and hard to get where I am. I’m not going to jeopardize that.”
“I thought Goose was your friend.”
“That,” Remington said, “makes two of us.”
A soldier entered the bunker and drew an immediate scathing look from Remington.
“Pardon me, sir,” the soldier said. “I was ordered to bring you a message.”
“Then do it,” Remington snapped.
“It’s Goose.” The man smiled. “I mean, it’s First Sergeant Gander, sir. He’s alive.”
Danielle let go the tense breath she’d been holding.
“How do you know that?” Remington demanded.
“Because we’ve been in contact with him, sir. Sergeant Gander managed to signal one of the LADAR operators. They’ve been communicating through Morse code. He says he needs help to get back inside the city.”
