“Yeah,” she said. Maggie pushed her lips together; finally, she nodded slowly.
He wanted to say something else, but all he could manage was another ‘sorry.’ Maggie turned quickly to greet a newcomer. Zen took the tray and wheeled himself out into the nearly empty room.
Nancy Cheshire was sitting at a table a short distance from the doorway. She waved at him to cover over; he moved toward her slowly, the coffee lapping at the top of the cup on his precariously balanced tray.
“Hey, Jeff. Sorry I woke you up last night,” she said as he slid his tray in.
“No, I was up,” he told her. he sipped his coffee, thinking how he could make it up to Maggie. She’d always been one of the few people who’d treated him like a regular person.
“Ought to be nearly there by now,” said Cheshire.
“There where?”
“You haven’t heard what’s going on?”
“No. Where’s Bree? You called her last night?” he added, finally catching up to what she’d been saying.
“Two planes got shot down in Somalia,” Cheshire told him. “They’re putting together an operation to rescue the pilots. Madcap Magician has an operation under way. They’ve called in Whiplash, one of our Spec Op security units. Danny Freah packed up the team in Fort Two and took off for Africa a few hours ago.”
“In a Megafortress?”
Cheshire nodded. “We’re sending Raven out as soon as the control systems are tested. We’re carrying Fort Two’s crew members, and some more weapons. I should be sleeping,” she added, shrugging.
“Weapons?”
“If they needed.”
“I’m coming with you,” Zen told her. “With the Flighthawks.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Raven’s already set up for us. We can load the computer gear back in on the pallets and be ready to rock in an hour,” he told her. “It won’t take a half hour.”
“Jeff, the Flighthawks aren’t ready for combat.”
“And Raven is?”
Cheshire shook her head. “The Megafortress has already seen action.”
“Raven hasn’t. And the Flighthawks have been flying for as long as Fort Two has.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“We can provide escort and act as scouts,” said Jeff.
“We’ve only done two airdrops.”
“That’s in the past week and a half. We did maybe a million before my accident.”
She frowned, not even bothering to refute his exaggeration. Jeff kept talking, convinced he was right – convinced that not only would the Flighthawks do a great job, but that they would prove their worth to everyone and the project would live on.
He would live on. Or fly on.
“Raven and Fort Two are too valuable to risk anyplace where somebody else got shot down. The Flighthawks can take chances you can’t.”
“Maybe five years from now. Three years if we’re lucky,” said Cheshire. “After a hell of a lot more work and practice.”
“You think the pilots who got shot down are going to be alive in three years?”
”I didn’t think you cared that much for Mack Smith after, uh, the accident,” she said.
“Smith was one of the pilots?”
Cheshire nodded.
“Yeah, well, I’m still going.”
Shaving, Colonel Bastian considered whether he might just escape for a few hours – pull the phone out of the wall, or better yet, steal away to a Vegas hotel and sleep for twenty-four hours.
Wouldn’t that go over big with the F-119 junta?
But hiding wasn’t exactly his style. And besides, he needed to stay available in case O’Day wanted his input on Somalia. So he fortified himself with a quick, very hot shower, and headed back to the Taj.
By now Bastian had learned it was much faster to avoid the elevator’s security systems and go down the stairway, where ‘merely’ required a second retina scan, magnetic strip card, and a nod to the security detail at each floor. He had just burst out into the hallway down from his office when Major Stockard yelled to him from the elevator area.
“Colonel, just the man I was looking for,” said Jeff, wheeling his chair at breakneck speed. “Can we talk for a second?”
“Sure, Zen,” said Bastian, pushing open the door to his outer office. The room was jammed with a dozen other people waiting to see him. Dog gave the room a quick glance, though he could tell from the chaos that Ax was temporarily AWOL. “Sergeant Gibbs will be with you all shortly,” he said, waving off any interruptions as he
