“How did this guy know we were here?” She seemed to be thinking about that question for a moment. “Maybe Joe sent some backup. He knows Kane’s people are here.”
Gerrit shoved the note into his pocket. “That’s what I’m hoping. Best-case scenario, Joe sent in the cavalry. Worst-case scenario, Kane knows where we are.”
“But if that weasel knew where we were holed up, he would just send in his people and take us out.”
“Let me see if this is the guy I know. If not…”
Alena gave him a quick hug. “Stay safe.” And then she was gone.
He walked outside, closed and locked the door. Quietly, he walked toward the room identified in the note. The door to room thirty-four was recessed, and he couldn’t actually see the door until he was right on it. Curtains to the right of the door were closed, the window sealed up. Gerrit tried to glance at a crack between the two panels of curtains. Only darkness. Once he opened the door, anyone inside would have the advantage. It would take his eyes several seconds to adjust to the darkness once he crossed that threshold.
Major Jack Thompson always maintained tactical advantage. Gerrit smiled as he thought of his old commanding officer. Tough as nails, the major earned the respect of everyone under his command by never asking them to do something he wouldn’t do himself. Like running twenty-six miles in full battle gear as they sweated through ninety-degree weather. Or taking on a full complement of Taliban killers with a handful of men during a bitter-cold Afghan winter.
Gerrit took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He heard a deep growl inside. “Come on in, Marine.”
Smiling, he turned the knob and stepped into darkness.
“Shut the door, Marine. You want to invite Charlie?”
Gerrit closed the door. “We’re a long way from Vietnam, Major.”
A second later, a light came on. Jack Thompson stood across the room, his hardened face breaking into a grin. “Losing your touch, Lieutenant. Never let the enemy get this close to your people.”
“Never thought of you as the enemy, Major.”
“I’m a colonel now, son. Gotta keep up.”
“Congratulations, sir.”
“Stow it, Marine. They thought this old leatherneck might ride a desk for the rest of his career and quit causing them problems. In their dreams.”
“Still in Special Ops?”
He nodded. “They’ll have to drag me kicking and screaming from that post. The day they move me inside is the day I leave the Corps.”
“Never thought I’d see you retire.” Gerrit crossed over and shook hands. “Good to see you. But a little surprised that you showed up here.”
Jack smiled. “Bet you are, boy. Couldn’t believe I could get this close to you without setting off an alarm. You need to run a tighter ship.”
Gerrit turned his palms upward. “I’m running nothing right now but a look-and-see op. What brings you here, sir?”
“My man Beck Malloy tracked me down after he got a message from Joe. Yeah, I know him, too. Beck said you and the others might be running into some flack?”
Gerrit shook his head. “I keep hearing about this guy, but so far we’ve never crossed paths.”
“Better that way,” Jack said. “Need to compartmentalize these kinds of operations, much like the spooks run theirs. Need to know and all that.”
“So how much do you know about what we’re up against?”
“First, sit down and let me tell you a few things.”
They pulled up a couple chairs and settled in. Jack gave him a sober look. “I’ve had my eye on you ever since our first operation together. Your dad came to me and asked that I watch your back. He wouldn’t say much, except he was concerned that others might try to get to him through you.”
“My dad came to you? He never said anything about it.”
“That’s the way he wanted it. And after he died…” Jack paused for a moment. “When Tom was killed-after you returned to the States-your uncle paid me a visit with the same request. Later, he put me in contact with Beck.”
“Like I said, I’ve never met the guy.”
“Kind of a strange bird. Can’t really find much about him. Even through my connections through SOCOM. This guy’s a ghost.”
“He sent you here?”
“Your uncle, through Beck, sent me here. Small world, huh?” Jack stretched out, flexing his back. “So, give me the lowdown on your operation. How can I help?”
Gerrit laid out what they’d found to date about Millennium Technology and the security layout at the plant.
Jack saw Gerrit smiling. “What’s so funny?”
“Come down to my room, sir. I wanna introduce you to the rest of the team.”
“I hope you’re not hooked up with a bunch of hippies and fruitcakes. I’ve heard stories.”
“Oh, I think you’ll find them very interesting. Not your run-of-the-mill Marines. But I think they’ll do just fine against Charlie.”
Jack eyed him suspiciously. “Whatcha got me into, son?”
Gerrit just shook his head. “Come and see, sir. I guarantee this group won’t bore you.”
Chapter 43
Gerrit watched Jack Thompson and the others eye each other like boxers entering a ring before the first round. Maybe he was wrong. Jack and Redneck seemed to get along like oil and water. The colonel and the giant looked like they wanted to exchange blows. Gerrit had to find a way to pull everyone together.
“Look,” Gerrit said, “I know Colonel Thompson from my days with Special Ops. He’s a good man, and I’d follow him into combat anywhere. And make no mistake about it, that is exactly what we face here at Millennium Technologies. It was pure luck I spotted Kane’s gal Collette. She’s a stone killer in my book, and she has all the resources of Kane’s people behind her. So whatever help the colonel can bring to the table, I gladly accept. Everyone on board with this?”
Alena and Willy nodded their consent, but Redneck didn’t budge. Gerrit saw a gleam in the big guy’s eye that meant trouble. “Spit it out, R. D. What’s eating you?”
The giant pulled his attention away from Jack and focused on Gerrit. “It’s one thing for you to be calling the shots, jarhead. It’s quite another for Mr. Stars amp; Stripes here to join our party. I don’t know him from Adam. For all I know, he’s been riding a desk his whole career.”
Jack bristled. “Look here, you dimwitted monkey. I won’t take any lip from some overweight bar brawler. I only work with someone who’ll follow orders, not whine when things get tough.”
Redneck’s fists closed like two sledgehammers.
“Hey, you guys. We’re supposed to be on the same side.” Gerrit turned to the big man. “Look, Joe trusts this man. I trust him, and I’ve been through more than one operation to know this guy is tough. He can help us pull this off with minimum casualties.”
He turned to Jack. “Sir, Beck Malloy and Joe have depended on this group to carry off some very tough assignments-including saving my life up in Seattle. I trust them…and I’m asking you to do the same.”
The fight seemed to slip from both men’s eyes. Redneck’s hands relaxed, the man looking at the others. “If you guys wanna work with this guy, then I guess I can, too.”
Jack’s muscles eased. “Okay, Gerrit, tell me how you want to tackle this op. Let’s figure how to get you in and out in one piece.”
Gerrit motioned for everyone to gather around a table in the motel room. He laid out his plan, eliciting support information Jack might be able to supply.
Gerrit looked at each member of the team. “I’ve got to be honest. Based on these plans and the tools Jack
