(A/N: Okay, so I think I need to explain to some people why I went down on corn critic so hard. I mean, after I wrote the forth chapter, I did cool down and swallow my pride. No I am not prefect, and yes I do know my stories aren't perfect. But if anyone sees something that I do wrong over and over again, I would appreciate it if you would e mail me and tell me about it. But I mean come on; who would go so low as to make fun of my English teacher? And from what I hear, there is no good story according to corn critic. And when you review, I do now accept any criticism, because all I want is motivation to keep writing. I just started this a little over a month ago, and I know I still have a long way to go. Standard disclaimer: Same as in last chapter.)

Fade in.

It was late, but in JAG, people were still working hard. Webb had got a trace on Palmers call, and now they needed a plan to get Mac out of there.

"It's simple Admiral, we just get an extraction team, get Mac out of there, and take care of Palmer," Webb stated pushing back the notepad from the conference table.

"No," Harm replied, while tapping his pen on the table. "I want Palmer gone for good this time. He can't keep getting to do this to me."

"Harm is right. From what he has told me, this guy needs to be stopped." Sturgis said while standing up to stretch.

"Marines."

"What?" All three men looked at the Admiral.

"We send in the marines. They get Mac out, and take care of Palmer, and whom ever he is working with."

After a long silence, Sturgis finally spoke up, "Let's do it."

"But we go to. I have a score to settle with Palmer."

And so it was agreed.

"Fine, I'll call in a team and we'll get this show on the road," Webb said whipped out his cell phone.

Fade out.

Across town, Clark Palmer and Lauren Singer were toasting to their perfect plan.

"By the time this is over, nothing will be standing in my way to being the first women JAG."

"I like a woman who knows what she wants," Palmer said stealing a quick kiss.

"And I like a man who knows how to get things done. How long do you think it'll take for him to know, we're here?"

"Not long; if I know our dear commander, he already has Agent Webb working on it. It shouldn't be more then a few days."

"Then I think it's time for the Colonel to see who your silent partner is," she said heading for the basement stairs."

TBC

(A/N: This next part will take me longer, because I want the conversation between Mac and Singer to be a good one. Sorry this chapter was so short.)