"How is she?" Webb asked.
Mac, who had been staring, somewhat shocked, shook her head and said, "We don't know. They got her stabilized, and she's in surgery, but other than that we don't know."
Webb nodded. Harm noticed then that Webb's usually neat appearance was disheveled. His suit was wrinkled and his tie loose, his hair was unkempt and he looked distressed. It was the look of distress that was most out of place on the CIA Agent, a man who rarely showed any feeling at all.
"Webb, what are you doing here?" Harm asked.
Webb didn't answer, instead he asked, "Did she say anything?"
Mac, taken still more aback, stared at him, then shook her head. "She seemed worried that the attacker might come back."
Webb looked to Harm. "Did she say anything?"
"She said 'Claypan, Carl'," Harm answered, "But what are you doing here?"
"Claypan, Carl. Does that mean anything to you?" Webb went on, ignoring Harm's question.
"Doesn't ring any bells," Harm answered, and Mac shook her head. Webb looked lost for what to do next.
"Clay, what's going on?" Mac asked softly.
Webb looked from her to Harm. He seemed to be deciding what he could tell them. He opened his mouth to say something but Harm cut him off.
"Clay, Penn, Carl," he said.
"What?" Webb and Mac said together.
Harm nodded, not looking at them, but at the floor. He was turning the thought over in his head. "She didn't say 'Claypan, Carl'. She said each syllable separately. I assumed she meant a single name, but Mac, when you said 'Clay'."
"She was saying three different names," Mac finished when the idea occurred to here too, "'Clay', 'Penn', and 'Carl'." Mac looked directly at Webb, who looked back at her with is face in an impenetrable mask.
"Lieutenant Penn," Harm said, "He was the only one we didn't get a chance to interview today."
"But who's Carl?" Mac asked.
Harm thought for a moment, "I don't remember anyone named 'Carl' on the duty roster."
There was a pause. "What if she didn't finish the name?" Mac said, "It could be 'Carlson'."
Harm nodded in agreement, "Corporal Carlson."
"That's it." Mac said, then she and Harm both turned to Webb. "Why would she say your name?" Mac asked seriously.
Webb stared back at them. "I'll explain later," he said, "We need to focus on getting Penn and Carlson. They still have access to those files."
"Then, that's probably where they are," Harm said, "The Admiral's Staff office. One of them saw us, and probably knows we're onto them."
"I've already got a team together" Clay said, "I assume that you'll want to join us."
Mac, who had been staring, somewhat shocked, shook her head and said, "We don't know. They got her stabilized, and she's in surgery, but other than that we don't know."
Webb nodded. Harm noticed then that Webb's usually neat appearance was disheveled. His suit was wrinkled and his tie loose, his hair was unkempt and he looked distressed. It was the look of distress that was most out of place on the CIA Agent, a man who rarely showed any feeling at all.
"Webb, what are you doing here?" Harm asked.
Webb didn't answer, instead he asked, "Did she say anything?"
Mac, taken still more aback, stared at him, then shook her head. "She seemed worried that the attacker might come back."
Webb looked to Harm. "Did she say anything?"
"She said 'Claypan, Carl'," Harm answered, "But what are you doing here?"
"Claypan, Carl. Does that mean anything to you?" Webb went on, ignoring Harm's question.
"Doesn't ring any bells," Harm answered, and Mac shook her head. Webb looked lost for what to do next.
"Clay, what's going on?" Mac asked softly.
Webb looked from her to Harm. He seemed to be deciding what he could tell them. He opened his mouth to say something but Harm cut him off.
"Clay, Penn, Carl," he said.
"What?" Webb and Mac said together.
Harm nodded, not looking at them, but at the floor. He was turning the thought over in his head. "She didn't say 'Claypan, Carl'. She said each syllable separately. I assumed she meant a single name, but Mac, when you said 'Clay'."
"She was saying three different names," Mac finished when the idea occurred to here too, "'Clay', 'Penn', and 'Carl'." Mac looked directly at Webb, who looked back at her with is face in an impenetrable mask.
"Lieutenant Penn," Harm said, "He was the only one we didn't get a chance to interview today."
"But who's Carl?" Mac asked.
Harm thought for a moment, "I don't remember anyone named 'Carl' on the duty roster."
There was a pause. "What if she didn't finish the name?" Mac said, "It could be 'Carlson'."
Harm nodded in agreement, "Corporal Carlson."
"That's it." Mac said, then she and Harm both turned to Webb. "Why would she say your name?" Mac asked seriously.
Webb stared back at them. "I'll explain later," he said, "We need to focus on getting Penn and Carlson. They still have access to those files."
"Then, that's probably where they are," Harm said, "The Admiral's Staff office. One of them saw us, and probably knows we're onto them."
"I've already got a team together" Clay said, "I assume that you'll want to join us."