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Authors: Eric Meyer
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"There're no guarantees. It'll mean a lengthy manhunt, inside the territory of at least one hostile nation, and maybe more."
Evers was still trying to protest, but Walker nodded to a technician, who muted the sound from his screen. He looked at Jacks.
"Admiral, I sympathize with the predicament your men are in, but there's not a thing I can do to help them. Not personally. However, there is one man who can. The President of the United States, and he's authorized me to take any measures I suggest may be necessary to recapture the detainees. Here's what I'll recommend. Your men will be released from custody, and they'll be assigned to this operation. However, to satisfy the political niceties, they cannot be reinstated until the mission is ended."
"Reinstatement no matter which way it turns out," Jacks snapped.
"Agreed. Mr. Evers, do you understand what I'm saying? Nod your head if you do. There's a problem with your audio."
Evers nodded. Reluctantly.
He nodded to the technician. "You can turn his audio back on." He looked at Evers.
"I want you to make sure you find someone local to go with them, a Cuban national would be ideal, someone who knows the area well." He thought for a moment and smiled, "Mr Evers, I want you to go along. You can act as liaison."
His face showed shock. Walker looked at Jacks as he spoke again.
"There's just one problem, General."
"What kind of a problem, Drew?"
Jacks indicated it was between the two of them, and they pressed switches to exclude the others from the discussion.
"I asked what kind of a problem."
"The men, Bravo. You haven't asked them."
Walker's eyebrows raised in astonishment. "You mean they could refuse? And spend a lifetime in the stockade?"
Jacks smiled. "You don't understand, General. These men are unique. There's not a stockade in the world could hold them. They'd get out eventually, and they'd go to ground, just disappear. It's what we trained them to do, after all. But they're also patriots. They wouldn't have joined if they didn't hold their country dear. Let's hope they're not too pissed about the way their country has treated them. I guess we'll soon know."
Walker was thoughtful. "Talk to your men and get their reply. But I'm still not happy about this. I want you to hold fire while I talk it over with my people. I'd still need to get the Presidential go-ahead. The problem is I don't like the idea of a bunch of wanted men roaming around Cuba, creating havoc."
"You already have that, General. The men who escaped from Gitmo."
"True, but I don't want to add to our problems. Talk to them, see what they say, and wait until I give you the order. Clear?"
Jacks smiled. "Clear, Sir."
Walker finished the call, and Admiral Jacks reconnected to Panama.
"Mr. Evers, you know what to do? The offer on the table is immediate release and reinstatement when the operation to recover these fugitives is complete."
"General Walker went for it?" Jacks was silent, and the CIA man rolled his eyes, "Don't they know it's a gamble? They're playing with fire, at least, in political terms."
"I think they know all that, Mr. Evers."
"Yeah, I guess so. I'll go and see them. See what they say."
"You do that, and report back to me when you're done. And only to me."
"Will do, Admiral."
* * *
"Fuck 'em."
Nolan smiled at Will's comment. They were sitting in an interrogation room inside Panama City Jail. Evers faced them across the table, except for Ryder who was standing at the window, looking out at the depressing view. It overlooked the exercise yard. Hundreds of prisoners were standing around, chatting, and arguing; a few played cards. Two men were slugging it out over some disagreement while the guards looked on, bored. The CIA man had laid it all out for them. The escaped detainees from Gitmo, the threat to US national security, and that they were expected to hunt down and stop the nine men currently on the run, presumably still somewhere inside Cuba. Stop them before they reached
Evers was still trying to protest, but Walker nodded to a technician, who muted the sound from his screen. He looked at Jacks.
"Admiral, I sympathize with the predicament your men are in, but there's not a thing I can do to help them. Not personally. However, there is one man who can. The President of the United States, and he's authorized me to take any measures I suggest may be necessary to recapture the detainees. Here's what I'll recommend. Your men will be released from custody, and they'll be assigned to this operation. However, to satisfy the political niceties, they cannot be reinstated until the mission is ended."
"Reinstatement no matter which way it turns out," Jacks snapped.
"Agreed. Mr. Evers, do you understand what I'm saying? Nod your head if you do. There's a problem with your audio."
Evers nodded. Reluctantly.
He nodded to the technician. "You can turn his audio back on." He looked at Evers.
"I want you to make sure you find someone local to go with them, a Cuban national would be ideal, someone who knows the area well." He thought for a moment and smiled, "Mr Evers, I want you to go along. You can act as liaison."
His face showed shock. Walker looked at Jacks as he spoke again.
"There's just one problem, General."
"What kind of a problem, Drew?"
Jacks indicated it was between the two of them, and they pressed switches to exclude the others from the discussion.
"I asked what kind of a problem."
"The men, Bravo. You haven't asked them."
Walker's eyebrows raised in astonishment. "You mean they could refuse? And spend a lifetime in the stockade?"
Jacks smiled. "You don't understand, General. These men are unique. There's not a stockade in the world could hold them. They'd get out eventually, and they'd go to ground, just disappear. It's what we trained them to do, after all. But they're also patriots. They wouldn't have joined if they didn't hold their country dear. Let's hope they're not too pissed about the way their country has treated them. I guess we'll soon know."
Walker was thoughtful. "Talk to your men and get their reply. But I'm still not happy about this. I want you to hold fire while I talk it over with my people. I'd still need to get the Presidential go-ahead. The problem is I don't like the idea of a bunch of wanted men roaming around Cuba, creating havoc."
"You already have that, General. The men who escaped from Gitmo."
"True, but I don't want to add to our problems. Talk to them, see what they say, and wait until I give you the order. Clear?"
Jacks smiled. "Clear, Sir."
Walker finished the call, and Admiral Jacks reconnected to Panama.
"Mr. Evers, you know what to do? The offer on the table is immediate release and reinstatement when the operation to recover these fugitives is complete."
"General Walker went for it?" Jacks was silent, and the CIA man rolled his eyes, "Don't they know it's a gamble? They're playing with fire, at least, in political terms."
"I think they know all that, Mr. Evers."
"Yeah, I guess so. I'll go and see them. See what they say."
"You do that, and report back to me when you're done. And only to me."
"Will do, Admiral."
* * *
"Fuck 'em."
Nolan smiled at Will's comment. They were sitting in an interrogation room inside Panama City Jail. Evers faced them across the table, except for Ryder who was standing at the window, looking out at the depressing view. It overlooked the exercise yard. Hundreds of prisoners were standing around, chatting, and arguing; a few played cards. Two men were slugging it out over some disagreement while the guards looked on, bored. The CIA man had laid it all out for them. The escaped detainees from Gitmo, the threat to US national security, and that they were expected to hunt down and stop the nine men currently on the run, presumably still somewhere inside Cuba. Stop them before they reached
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