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"Webb!" hissed Mac.
"Mac," responded Webb quietly. And after looking over her shoulder: "Commander Turner." He stepped back giving them room to leave the bar. "Quick work."
His sarcasm was lost on Mac. Harm watched with a good deal of amusement as she got right into the spy's face.
"What - have - you - involved - Harm - into - this - time?" Taking a step forward with every word she drove Webb backwards until he was caught against the next car.
"I suppose you've talked to Callahan? Fill me in."
Harm shook his head at the spy's response. "Be careful, Clay. Don't mess with this very angry Marine Colonel or you regret it."
"Where's Harm?" Mac's voice was cold and sharp. Webb looked her straight in the eyes.
"I don't know." He held up a hand to stop her as she took a deep breath. "But I'm trying to find him. Look, I can go in there and ask probably the same questions you did a few minutes ago but what for. Tell me what you've found out and safe us the time."
Mac just glared at him. He sighed.
"Okay. There's another bar, the 'Two For One' in Baltimore. A place frequently visited by crewmen of Navy ships. Two days ago there was a heavy fight during the night - it ended with one man in hospital and an arrested Petty Officer. Young Randy Carmichael is swearing by every saint he was provoked and - lucky boy - he got a lawyer absolutely determined to find out the truth. Said lawyer talked to some witnesses, including dear Mister Callahan. The first time not very successful, but after a while the charm of our lawyer sank in and dear Mister Callahan decided to lighten his conscience and phoned our lawyer. Well, I know dear Mister Callahan was sacked out of the Navy because of being drunk while being on duty. I guess, he wasn't happy and longed for revenge - and his target may have been a certain person or the Navy itself. So he provoked a fight in that mentioned bar which brings us back to young innocent Randy Carmichael. Everything right so far?"
Mac narrowed her eyes at him but nodded. "Not the Navy itself. Carmichael mentioned him that's why we came here. But carry on."
Webb gently moved to the side and brought some distance between him and the two JAG officers. He seemed perfectly in control.
"I'm still guessing here. Harm talked a second time to Callahan but never returned to JAG headquarters. His cell phone is turned off, he hasn't called by himself and neither the police nor any hospital has heard anything so it's very unlikely he has had an accident. So what are the possibilities? Callahan must have said something and that caused him to go somewhere and then something unexpected happened." Webb paused and tilted his head. "What has Callahan told you, Mac?"
Holding his breath Harm turned to his partner. Mac chewed her lower lip and exchanged a look with Turner. Coming to a decision she gave Webb a short nod.
"Nice guessing, Webb. But Callahan wasn't alone as he set up the fight. He told Harm about his buddy and he went to see him too."
It was Webb's turn to narrow his eyes. "Where?"
"A few blocks south of the 'Two For One'."
Webb groaned and looked up in the sky for help. Mac grabbed his arm.
"What? What is it, Webb? You tell me immediately what you're hiding from me or I'm going to do something very unfriendly!" she snarled. Turner stood next to her glaring at the spy. Harm took the other side and crossed his arms.
Webb met Mac's angry gaze and slowly shook his head.
"Mac, the only thing I can tell you is the same I told Harm: Stay away from there. This is a matter of National Security and nothing else. And if he had listened to me just once, he wouldn't be missing."
Mac used a word neither man had expected her to know. "YOU'VE TALKED TO HARM?! DAMN YOU, CLAYTON WEBB, I'M TIRED OF YOUR GAMES! MY PARTNER IS MISSING AND I WON'T -"
"Jesus, Mac, can't you shout a bit louder? I don't think they've heard you in the next town!" Webb freed his arm and jumped backwards. The anger of the earlier evening returned and without shouting but in a voice sharp as a knife he continued: "I'm sorry, Harm's missing. I really am. But you should know the meaning of the term 'National Security' these days! If you continue running around like this, like Harm, you're going to endanger not only yourself and Commander Turner but also several undercover agents of FBI and CIA, not to mention a lot of civilians!"
The three JAG officers stared at him in shocked silence. Before they could recover Webb's cell phone rang.
"Yes!" He listened a few seconds then covered his eyes with his free hand. "Repeat that." He listened some more. "Tell me that's a joke."
Mac and Turner shared puzzled looks. The spy nodded in silence, gave a few grunts in response and seemed ready to explode. But his voice was deadly cold when he spoke again.
"I'm there as fast as I can. What? His car? Yes, I know he went there. Don't ask."
He shoved the phone back into his pocket and considered the two officers in front of him. Mac shook her head.
"Don't even think about it," she ordered. He just shrugged.
"Get into your car and follow me."
