base
Coronado, California
By the time Murdock and Kat returned from the obstacle course, it was nearly 1700. Murdock dropped in his chair, and looked at DeWitt and Jaybird.
“So, how did Kat do?” Jaybird asked.
Kat came in the door standing as tall as she could, and grinned. “I did it all except the ten-foot wall.”
“That takes good upper body strength,” DeWitt said.
“Hey, I’m a long-distance swimmer, remember.”
“Any word from Don Stroh on our request for more time?” Murdock asked.
DeWitt shook his head. “Not a word, which might be good news. He should be fighting for those four more weeks.”
Murdock looked at the chart in front of him. He passed it to Kat.
“Your schedule. First things first in case we get short sheeted. Weapons training the next two days. Then two days of parachute jumping. Can’t see any other way we can get into Iran fast and quietly. Then comes rebreather work in theocean, and some underwater techniques. Last we’ll get you working in the first squad, so you’ll know who does what and when.”
The phone rang.
Murdock picked it up.
“Third Platoon, SEAL Team Seven. Murdock.”
“Stroh here. Murdock, you’ve got friends in high places. You get your four weeks. State is unhappy, but my boss said we don’t have the target tied down for you yet. That has to come first.”
“We’ll make good use of the time.”
“We’re having another small problem. Lost our local in Tehran. We might need some fast muscle in that area and I’m touting the idea of sending in two of your men to help protect and cover our sales representative there. If he can’t pinpoint the target, the whole operation is off.”
“Two men? To serve as backup and some firepower? Remember, we’re action guys, not your average Company spook.”
“Our man’s still there—he’ll lead the way and do the digging, but he’s lost his cover and been chased twice now. He needs some backup with some firepower. Nothing definite that we can drop two men in. We’ll know by Monday. Pick out two men who can use a radio and who can take care of themselves. Anybody speaking Arabic or Farsi would be helpful.”
“Oh hell yes, half our guys speak Farsi. Anything else?”
“No. You’ve got four weeks, and hang loose. How is Kat doing?”
“She just came back from the range and the obstacle course. She’s looking good, for a Ph.D.”
“Remember, she has a round-trip ticket to Iran. You’ll be hearing.”
They hung up.
“So, we got our four weeks?” DeWitt asked.
“We have. They still haven’t located the target. Mightneed some help in Tehran. Soon you guys will be taking a pleasure cruise into Iran.”
“Iran?” Jaybird said. “Already they don’t like us there.”
“True. Jaybird, find out if any of our guys speak Arabic or Farsi.”
“Should be in the personnel files.” He left the office.
Murdock looked at Kat and DeWitt. “We’ve got a job to do, so let’s revise that training schedule. Kat, we’ll want you to check it out and see how fast we can push you.” He watched as she flexed her shoulders.
“Your arms and shoulders getting sore?”
“Yeah. I haven’t been swimming enough last few weeks.”
“We’ll take care of that. Of course, you’ll be swimming in your cammies most of the time and with your boots on. It’s harder.”
“I’ll start tomorrow. Now, where’s that training schedule?”
Jaybird came back in. “Found a guy who speaks Farsi—Colt Franklin, one of the new guys.”
“Who else can run a SATCOM besides Holt?” Murdock asked.
“Joe Douglas, second squad.”
“Get Franklin and Douglas in here now. We’ve got something coming up.”
Kat looked up from the training schedule on Murdock’s desk. “I want to do a mile swim and a three-mile run every day besides the other training. Unless it doesn’t fit in.”
Murdock grinned. “Young lady, we’ll try to arrange it. No solo swimming. You’ll have to have a buddy. We don’t want
Coronado, California
By the time Murdock and Kat returned from the obstacle course, it was nearly 1700. Murdock dropped in his chair, and looked at DeWitt and Jaybird.
“So, how did Kat do?” Jaybird asked.
Kat came in the door standing as tall as she could, and grinned. “I did it all except the ten-foot wall.”
“That takes good upper body strength,” DeWitt said.
“Hey, I’m a long-distance swimmer, remember.”
“Any word from Don Stroh on our request for more time?” Murdock asked.
DeWitt shook his head. “Not a word, which might be good news. He should be fighting for those four more weeks.”
Murdock looked at the chart in front of him. He passed it to Kat.
“Your schedule. First things first in case we get short sheeted. Weapons training the next two days. Then two days of parachute jumping. Can’t see any other way we can get into Iran fast and quietly. Then comes rebreather work in theocean, and some underwater techniques. Last we’ll get you working in the first squad, so you’ll know who does what and when.”
The phone rang.
Murdock picked it up.
“Third Platoon, SEAL Team Seven. Murdock.”
“Stroh here. Murdock, you’ve got friends in high places. You get your four weeks. State is unhappy, but my boss said we don’t have the target tied down for you yet. That has to come first.”
“We’ll make good use of the time.”
“We’re having another small problem. Lost our local in Tehran. We might need some fast muscle in that area and I’m touting the idea of sending in two of your men to help protect and cover our sales representative there. If he can’t pinpoint the target, the whole operation is off.”
“Two men? To serve as backup and some firepower? Remember, we’re action guys, not your average Company spook.”
“Our man’s still there—he’ll lead the way and do the digging, but he’s lost his cover and been chased twice now. He needs some backup with some firepower. Nothing definite that we can drop two men in. We’ll know by Monday. Pick out two men who can use a radio and who can take care of themselves. Anybody speaking Arabic or Farsi would be helpful.”
“Oh hell yes, half our guys speak Farsi. Anything else?”
“No. You’ve got four weeks, and hang loose. How is Kat doing?”
“She just came back from the range and the obstacle course. She’s looking good, for a Ph.D.”
“Remember, she has a round-trip ticket to Iran. You’ll be hearing.”
They hung up.
“So, we got our four weeks?” DeWitt asked.
“We have. They still haven’t located the target. Mightneed some help in Tehran. Soon you guys will be taking a pleasure cruise into Iran.”
“Iran?” Jaybird said. “Already they don’t like us there.”
“True. Jaybird, find out if any of our guys speak Arabic or Farsi.”
“Should be in the personnel files.” He left the office.
Murdock looked at Kat and DeWitt. “We’ve got a job to do, so let’s revise that training schedule. Kat, we’ll want you to check it out and see how fast we can push you.” He watched as she flexed her shoulders.
“Your arms and shoulders getting sore?”
“Yeah. I haven’t been swimming enough last few weeks.”
“We’ll take care of that. Of course, you’ll be swimming in your cammies most of the time and with your boots on. It’s harder.”
“I’ll start tomorrow. Now, where’s that training schedule?”
Jaybird came back in. “Found a guy who speaks Farsi—Colt Franklin, one of the new guys.”
“Who else can run a SATCOM besides Holt?” Murdock asked.
“Joe Douglas, second squad.”
“Get Franklin and Douglas in here now. We’ve got something coming up.”
Kat looked up from the training schedule on Murdock’s desk. “I want to do a mile swim and a three-mile run every day besides the other training. Unless it doesn’t fit in.”
Murdock grinned. “Young lady, we’ll try to arrange it. No solo swimming. You’ll have to have a buddy. We don’t want
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