Harm sighed in frustration at the lack of information staring up at him from the case file. The case should be easy enough to solve, but the facts just didn't add up.
Two days ago, two Navy Junior officers were taken into custody, accused of being involved in a drug operation involving both the Navy, as well as a group of unknown civilian drug dealers. It appeared as though the civilian drug dealers, were giving the soldiers drugs in return for weapons stolen from the military. The two Junior officers, Ensigns Brient Edgen and Kevin Walters, would not tell investigators who the civilian drug dealers were, or what other Navy members were involved in the operation. Therefore, no other criminals were brought in to custody.
" well, I'm not so sure how much we can do if these guys won't confess Harm, we really don't have anything to start an investigation with." said Mac wearily after the 3 hours she, Harm, and Andrew had spent in her office researching the case.
" We could start by questioning the comrades of the two officers and seeing how much information we can squeeze out of them, but It would probably be a complete waste of time, seeing as how hush hush all these people are about this whole operation. They're probably all involved, like some type of big, government/terrorist conspiracy. Which would make sense, because there really is no doubt in my mind that these drug dealers are terrorists. They'd have to be right? They completely match the profile." Andrew said, matter of factly.
Harm took a few moments to think over what Andrew said. The idea did make sense, but harm did not want to believe that the Navy was capable of doing something so extremely and obviously wrong, and he tried to think of a different solution. But the more he thought about it the more he realized that Andrews presumption really did make sense, and that they would have to investigate the possibility of it. " we could go under cover." he offered, looking up at Mac, searching her face for an agreement.
She grinned at him and shrugged. " okay." she consented, knowing that her days of peace had just come to an abrupt end.
" Yes!" Andrew disclaimed in excitement.," See, I knew I would never be bored if I came to work with you Harm."
" So we're going to New York?" asked Mac.
" yes I guess we are", said Harm, I'll go talk to the admiral and set up transportation arrangements with Harriet, you two go ahead and pack, we'll all meet up at the airport later tonight."
" This is going to be great." said Andrew as he placed his carry on bag in the compartment above his seat. He sat in the middle seat, between Harm and Mac. Mac seemed distracted and deep in thought, gazing absently out the window. Harm took out the itinerary, studying it as he listened to Andrew chatter on endlessly. "I've never been undercover on anything before, but I'm sure I'll be okay at it. I am a psychologist, and I used to act in college. How many times have you been undercover Harm?" Over the next hour on the plane, Andrew engaged in intense amounts of conversation, about anything he could think of of interest to him.
He psychologically dissected everyone he had met at the office, AJ, Sturgis, Harriet, Singer, as well as Harm, and Mac listened contentedly the entire time, greatly amused by his prospects. After while he stopped talking , and Mac had suspected he had simply gotten tired, ( it was a very late flight), or that maybe he had run out of things to talk about, but of course, he hadn't. " What about you Mac?" he asked curiously.
"what about me." she replied nonchalantly.
" what about you, who are you and why?" he asked.
Harm seemed intrigued by this new line of conversation, and he sat up closer in his seat, listening, waiting for her reply.
" well, I guess there's not a lot to say." she said, " I guess I'm not that interesting of a person." she shrugged, she had never really contemplated herself that much.
" Oh no, I completely disagree." Andrew stated, some what displeased with her answer.
" so do I." stated Harm.
" Your're one of those suppressed personalities." Andrew spoke softly, as if he was pondering what he was saying as he was saying it. " You have a rage inside you that you never let out, because your afraid of it. So you just push it all down, and once in a while you'll let it out on a punching bag or in a battle, but it's always there, waiting to be unleashed." he said.
Mac just nodded at him, astonished by his accuracy, waiting for him to say more.
" I think I could help you release it, in time anyway." he said.
Mac looked at Harm, and he looked back at her, with an uneasy, slightly worried expression on his face that frightened her. This whole conversation frightened her. The whole idea of ' realizing her rage' , was both appealing, and frightening to her. She looked away from Harm, and did not look at Andrew either, she pretended to be studying her fingernails intently, but she could still feel the gazes of Andrew and Harm piercing into her, full of regard for her, but she said nothing, and for a few moments there was an awkward silence between the three of them.
But as the plane came to a stop and they rose from their seats, the silence passed, and an ambitious conversation rose between them, full of excitement and anticipation of their upcoming mission, of New York City, and of each other.
Two days ago, two Navy Junior officers were taken into custody, accused of being involved in a drug operation involving both the Navy, as well as a group of unknown civilian drug dealers. It appeared as though the civilian drug dealers, were giving the soldiers drugs in return for weapons stolen from the military. The two Junior officers, Ensigns Brient Edgen and Kevin Walters, would not tell investigators who the civilian drug dealers were, or what other Navy members were involved in the operation. Therefore, no other criminals were brought in to custody.
" well, I'm not so sure how much we can do if these guys won't confess Harm, we really don't have anything to start an investigation with." said Mac wearily after the 3 hours she, Harm, and Andrew had spent in her office researching the case.
" We could start by questioning the comrades of the two officers and seeing how much information we can squeeze out of them, but It would probably be a complete waste of time, seeing as how hush hush all these people are about this whole operation. They're probably all involved, like some type of big, government/terrorist conspiracy. Which would make sense, because there really is no doubt in my mind that these drug dealers are terrorists. They'd have to be right? They completely match the profile." Andrew said, matter of factly.
Harm took a few moments to think over what Andrew said. The idea did make sense, but harm did not want to believe that the Navy was capable of doing something so extremely and obviously wrong, and he tried to think of a different solution. But the more he thought about it the more he realized that Andrews presumption really did make sense, and that they would have to investigate the possibility of it. " we could go under cover." he offered, looking up at Mac, searching her face for an agreement.
She grinned at him and shrugged. " okay." she consented, knowing that her days of peace had just come to an abrupt end.
" Yes!" Andrew disclaimed in excitement.," See, I knew I would never be bored if I came to work with you Harm."
" So we're going to New York?" asked Mac.
" yes I guess we are", said Harm, I'll go talk to the admiral and set up transportation arrangements with Harriet, you two go ahead and pack, we'll all meet up at the airport later tonight."
" This is going to be great." said Andrew as he placed his carry on bag in the compartment above his seat. He sat in the middle seat, between Harm and Mac. Mac seemed distracted and deep in thought, gazing absently out the window. Harm took out the itinerary, studying it as he listened to Andrew chatter on endlessly. "I've never been undercover on anything before, but I'm sure I'll be okay at it. I am a psychologist, and I used to act in college. How many times have you been undercover Harm?" Over the next hour on the plane, Andrew engaged in intense amounts of conversation, about anything he could think of of interest to him.
He psychologically dissected everyone he had met at the office, AJ, Sturgis, Harriet, Singer, as well as Harm, and Mac listened contentedly the entire time, greatly amused by his prospects. After while he stopped talking , and Mac had suspected he had simply gotten tired, ( it was a very late flight), or that maybe he had run out of things to talk about, but of course, he hadn't. " What about you Mac?" he asked curiously.
"what about me." she replied nonchalantly.
" what about you, who are you and why?" he asked.
Harm seemed intrigued by this new line of conversation, and he sat up closer in his seat, listening, waiting for her reply.
" well, I guess there's not a lot to say." she said, " I guess I'm not that interesting of a person." she shrugged, she had never really contemplated herself that much.
" Oh no, I completely disagree." Andrew stated, some what displeased with her answer.
" so do I." stated Harm.
" Your're one of those suppressed personalities." Andrew spoke softly, as if he was pondering what he was saying as he was saying it. " You have a rage inside you that you never let out, because your afraid of it. So you just push it all down, and once in a while you'll let it out on a punching bag or in a battle, but it's always there, waiting to be unleashed." he said.
Mac just nodded at him, astonished by his accuracy, waiting for him to say more.
" I think I could help you release it, in time anyway." he said.
Mac looked at Harm, and he looked back at her, with an uneasy, slightly worried expression on his face that frightened her. This whole conversation frightened her. The whole idea of ' realizing her rage' , was both appealing, and frightening to her. She looked away from Harm, and did not look at Andrew either, she pretended to be studying her fingernails intently, but she could still feel the gazes of Andrew and Harm piercing into her, full of regard for her, but she said nothing, and for a few moments there was an awkward silence between the three of them.
But as the plane came to a stop and they rose from their seats, the silence passed, and an ambitious conversation rose between them, full of excitement and anticipation of their upcoming mission, of New York City, and of each other.