1603

San Diego NAS

Harm's life had taken a fast turn for the better in the last few days. He was able to fly his precious F-14s and just a few hours ago he had made love to the most spectacular woman in the world. In doing so he had put his career, everything he held dear, at risk. But he didn't care anymore. Mac was the one thing he could not live without anymore, and what ever the cost may be, he would never give her up willingly. There was only one thing that was bothering him. The case was not going well, and after the theft of the spare parts last night, the pressure on him to find out something important, had increased dramatically. He just couldn't figure out how anybody could have gotten the aircraft out of it's hangar without anyone seeing. It had to be an inside job.

Harm walked down the corridor towards the chief of security's office. He had gotten a message that he wanted to see him earlier, but he hadn't gotten away any sooner without breaking his cover story. Harm knocked on the door. He waited for an "Enter!" to come before he stepped inside. "At ease." The chief said. "You wanted to see me, sir" harm said as the other man motioned for him to sit down. "Yes, commander. I think I might have some information for you. A young ensign by the name of Thomas Dean, has apparently disappeared. He works in repairs, and he was the one in charge of the missing F-14. His girlfriend called one of his best friends, ensign Steven Patterson, when he didn't come home. Patterson had noticed some odd behavior from his friend, during the last few months. It increased when the aircraft was stolen, and he started suspecting something was wrong. He didn't want to think it could be his friend, but decided that the best thing he could do was to call me."

"Well, this makes mine and Colonel Mackenzie's jobs a lot easier."