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Authors: Eric Meyer
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"I don't agree with any of this," Evers insisted, his tone pompous. Evidently, he misunderstood Will's meaning and assumed he meant the Colombians, "We had an agreement with the Colombian government. But it's an order from the President, so we have to go along with it."
"No, we don't," Nolan told him, "We appreciate the thought, Mr Evers. But we shouldn't have been thrown to the wolves in the first place. If we do go hunting for these characters, it'll be our choice."
"But you're serving Naval personnel," Evers said, bewildered, "It's an order from the President."
"No, you told us we were discharged. Effective immediately, that was what you said. We are no longer subject to service discipline."
The CIA man shook his head. "Don't you want to get out of Cárcel Modelo?"
He smiled. "Not particularly. Not until it suits us. The food's not too bad, although we could do with a bigger cell."
Evers wasn't sure if he was joking, but he pressed on. "It's a Presidential directive. We can't refuse."
"We?"
"Yes, we," he said, his expression miserable, "They want me to go along."
Ryder spoke for the first time, his voice almost a whisper. "Good."
They glared at each other for long moments, and finally, Nolan bowed to the inevitable. He looked at each of the men in turn, and they nodded.
"Okay, we'll do it. Get us out of here, and find a safe place for a briefing. What about our gear? Weapons, equipment, infil, exfil, you worked it all out?"
"Er, not all of it, no. But whatever gear you want, it'll be made available."
"Women?" Will grinned.
"There is a Cuban national we'll take with us, someone who knows the country well. They're involved with the drugs and people smuggling trade and so should be able to help us trace the route these people took. They'd have to have used smugglers. There's no other way"
"That could help," Nolan nodded, "We haven't done a great deal of business with Cuba," he grinned, "Not lately, anyway, not since the Bay of Pigs fiasco. What's the next move?"
"Bay of Pigs?" Evers asked, "What was that about?"
Will shook his head in disbelief. "You're shittin' us, right? You haven't heard of it?"
Evers looked puzzled. "No."
The big Seal PO1 sighed. "April 1961, a military invasion of Cuba by a CIA-backed group, Brigade 2506. It was the armed wing of the Democratic Revolutionary Front, and their plan was to toss out Fidel Castro's government. The communists, led by Castro himself, tore them apart in three days. Not one of CIA's big successes, not by a long way."
"Uh huh," the CIA man nodded, "It's not relevant. Besides, it was before my time."
Not relevant! Five decades of hostility between nations, and the world brought to the brink of thermonuclear war during the Cuban missile crisis. Jesus Christ, where did he go to school?
"Whatever. Where do we go from here? You said everything will be made available, so where is it?"
"Uh, yeah. Here, in Panama City."
"Here?"
"Well, on the canal. We have a new Marine amphibious ship moving through the canal to take up station in the Atlantic. You'll go aboard under a Marine escort. Once on the ship, they'll release you and provide you with the weapons and equipment you need for this operation."
"Understood. Transport? How do we get there? To Cuba?"
"They'll tell you when you board the ship."
* * *
The USS Scott was tied up to the quay, waiting to enter the Miraflores Lock in Panama City. She was huge, a small aircraft carrier, built to Panamax specifications. She was the largest size ship capable of passing through the canal, with a beam of a hundred and six feet. The Scott was built to carry Marine Corps personnel and their aircraft and equipment to any theater of war in the world. They could see on the deck a range of rotary craft, including the familiar Black Hawks, and the newly arrived Boeing Ospreys. There were also a half dozen fixed wing aircraft, AV-8B jump jets with VTOL, vertical take off and landing
"I don't agree with any of this," Evers insisted, his tone pompous. Evidently, he misunderstood Will's meaning and assumed he meant the Colombians, "We had an agreement with the Colombian government. But it's an order from the President, so we have to go along with it."
"No, we don't," Nolan told him, "We appreciate the thought, Mr Evers. But we shouldn't have been thrown to the wolves in the first place. If we do go hunting for these characters, it'll be our choice."
"But you're serving Naval personnel," Evers said, bewildered, "It's an order from the President."
"No, you told us we were discharged. Effective immediately, that was what you said. We are no longer subject to service discipline."
The CIA man shook his head. "Don't you want to get out of Cárcel Modelo?"
He smiled. "Not particularly. Not until it suits us. The food's not too bad, although we could do with a bigger cell."
Evers wasn't sure if he was joking, but he pressed on. "It's a Presidential directive. We can't refuse."
"We?"
"Yes, we," he said, his expression miserable, "They want me to go along."
Ryder spoke for the first time, his voice almost a whisper. "Good."
They glared at each other for long moments, and finally, Nolan bowed to the inevitable. He looked at each of the men in turn, and they nodded.
"Okay, we'll do it. Get us out of here, and find a safe place for a briefing. What about our gear? Weapons, equipment, infil, exfil, you worked it all out?"
"Er, not all of it, no. But whatever gear you want, it'll be made available."
"Women?" Will grinned.
"There is a Cuban national we'll take with us, someone who knows the country well. They're involved with the drugs and people smuggling trade and so should be able to help us trace the route these people took. They'd have to have used smugglers. There's no other way"
"That could help," Nolan nodded, "We haven't done a great deal of business with Cuba," he grinned, "Not lately, anyway, not since the Bay of Pigs fiasco. What's the next move?"
"Bay of Pigs?" Evers asked, "What was that about?"
Will shook his head in disbelief. "You're shittin' us, right? You haven't heard of it?"
Evers looked puzzled. "No."
The big Seal PO1 sighed. "April 1961, a military invasion of Cuba by a CIA-backed group, Brigade 2506. It was the armed wing of the Democratic Revolutionary Front, and their plan was to toss out Fidel Castro's government. The communists, led by Castro himself, tore them apart in three days. Not one of CIA's big successes, not by a long way."
"Uh huh," the CIA man nodded, "It's not relevant. Besides, it was before my time."
Not relevant! Five decades of hostility between nations, and the world brought to the brink of thermonuclear war during the Cuban missile crisis. Jesus Christ, where did he go to school?
"Whatever. Where do we go from here? You said everything will be made available, so where is it?"
"Uh, yeah. Here, in Panama City."
"Here?"
"Well, on the canal. We have a new Marine amphibious ship moving through the canal to take up station in the Atlantic. You'll go aboard under a Marine escort. Once on the ship, they'll release you and provide you with the weapons and equipment you need for this operation."
"Understood. Transport? How do we get there? To Cuba?"
"They'll tell you when you board the ship."
* * *
The USS Scott was tied up to the quay, waiting to enter the Miraflores Lock in Panama City. She was huge, a small aircraft carrier, built to Panamax specifications. She was the largest size ship capable of passing through the canal, with a beam of a hundred and six feet. The Scott was built to carry Marine Corps personnel and their aircraft and equipment to any theater of war in the world. They could see on the deck a range of rotary craft, including the familiar Black Hawks, and the newly arrived Boeing Ospreys. There were also a half dozen fixed wing aircraft, AV-8B jump jets with VTOL, vertical take off and landing
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