Title: Journey to Homecoming Pt. 22/?
Author: Sheila
Category: Romance
Pairing: Clay/Sarah
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: As If
Spoilers: Up through 'Need to Know'
Summary: Clay and Sarah come together during an investigation
Clay's POV
August 14th
1530 Hours Local
Buenos Aires
Argentina
"Garcia, we have been everywhere all over this god-forsaken continent. You have the arms, we have the drugs; what else is there for us to do down here?" I said with all the exasperation that I had been feeling for the last two months. Ramon and I had gathered more high quality information on this trip than we had expected but it had taken a toll on both of us.
"Well Mr. James, we need you to transport some things back to the states for us. One last favor so to speak. I'm sure you'll have no problem getting the package through customs. You are so American in appearance."
My dislike of Garcia that had been growing to hatred had finally gotten to that point. I had missed my wedding and probably broke my fiancée's heart. Ramon's wife was possibly going to divorce him over this. Marita had been separated from Ramon before, but this was way beyond the pale.
"Just what are we going to be taking back for you Garcia?" I said with forced nonchalance.
"I've converted my ample brokerage fee to emeralds and diamonds. I trust you to carry them out for me. I'll be on the same flight to the US with some associates of mine and there will be more meeting the flight. Get the jewels into the US, and I'll make it worth your while."
I almost screamed in relief. He wanted me to smuggle in jewels, what a joke. After almost two months of smuggling high tech arms and drugs all over South America he wanted me to smuggle jewels. Ramon looked over me and gave me a smile of relief.
"Not a problem Garcia, I've got a close 'friend' in US Customs at the LA Airport. That's how I get the drugs back in. I'll just let him know what flight I'm coming in on and he'll give me a pass through the line." I said cockily, just like I'd been doing the entire time during our jaunt.
"I'll have to make a call to my friend to let him know that I'm coming with the goods." I said as I picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a drop phone number at the CIA. No matter what area code and number I dialed it would ring at Victor Galindez' desk.
"Hello." I was glad that Victor picked up almost immediately.
"Hello, Victor. I need a favor, I'm going to be carrying some extra items into LA and don't necessarily want to declare them. I'll pay the usual fee. Are you interested?"
"Sure, no problem. When should I expect you?" I had already sent an e-mail with our arrival time in LA, but Garcia didn't know that. I looked at Garcia in question and he relayed the time. I told Victor and he confirmed the time. I hung up and was dismayed to see the al Queda contact from the Amazon walk in.
"Senor Garcia, just how well do you know Mr. James?" al Faad asked. Oh Shit! This didn't sound good. Ramon looked over at me and gave me a slight nod that told be he would follow my lead.
"Well enough Faad. He has lived up to his side of our bargain, and has supplied us with first rate munitions. What is there problem?" Garcia was actually bristling with indignance. If I wasn't so frightened at this point I would have been amused.
Faad tossed several electronic devices which I identified as miniature tracking devices on the coffee table in front of me.
"What are these Mr. James?" He sneered.
"I don't know, you tell me." I replied as coolly as possible.
"They are tracking devices Mr. James. Tell me what they were doing in majority of the cases of munitions you supplied us." Faad demanded. Oh man. Jim must have put them in to track where everything was going. Not a bad idea, but it may end up getting us killed.
"Hey, I didn't put them in there. I've been here with Garcia for two months. How could I have placed those things?" I tried to act confused but Faad wasn't buying it.
"Well Mr. Webb, someone back in the United States must have done it for you. Now do you want to tell me who was planning on meeting you and Mr. Garcia in Los Angeles?"
"My name is James, Faad. I don't know what you're talking about." Shit, shit, shit.
"Spare me the acting, Mr. Clayton Webb, CIA, Director of Central and South American Operations, and Mr. Ramon Gutierrez, NCIS, from California. You've been sold out. Money truly does buy anything you see, and I have a sufficient amount to maintain the security I need." We're busted. I looked at Ramon; he was slightly pale but wasn't sweating. I could tell he was thinking as hard as I was on how we were going to get out of this one.
Faad turned to Garcia and pulled a 9mm from a holster and shot him twice in the chest. I stopped breathing, and closed my eyes. I thought of Sarah and sent thoughts of love to her because I knew I would be dead in seconds. When I open my eyes, Faad had opened the door to the suite and signaled to his men to come in.
When they entered they performed a desultory search on Ramon and I, tied us up, and put hoods over our faces. They then led us out of the suite to the elevators. When the descending car stopped we were hustled out and pushed into a van of some sorts that sped off. I breathed a sigh of relief for two reasons. One we were still alive, and two they hadn't discovered the miniature Palm Pilot satellite device hidden in my boot. Now we only had to contact Victor and/or Bud and notify them of the change of plans and let them figure out a way to rescue us. Simple plan Webb, implementation was going to be a bit of a bear though.
Our captors had spoken briefly in Farsi and I knew we were being taken to the airport. Thank God I took those language classes rather than sipping Corona's on the beach. The van stopped suddenly and we were roughly pulled from the van and pulled up a set of stairs into what could only be a small jet. They tossed us to the cabin floor and told us in broken English not to move.
I heard someone else enter the plane then Faad's voice. We were headed back to Paramaribo. Back to my own personal piece of heaven, why I had no idea, but there had to be a leak at the agency, and my bet was on Allen.
I heard Ramon's breathing and managed to work my mouth next to his head. I began whispering what I knew to him. He murmured back a simple "understood" when I was done. For the remainder of the five hour trip we lay there, except for one humanitarian bathroom break.
Airport
2045 Local
Paramaribo, Suriname
The humidity of Suriname hit me like a wall when we were escorted off the plane. Ah, home sweet hell. Once again into a van, this time we traveled on a seriously pot-holed road for about thirty minutes before being dragged out and thrown into some kind of cellar or basement. They removed the bindings and hoods and left us alone. I wasted no time pulling out the Palm, and while Ramon kept watch transmitted the message I had been planning for the last few hours. No time to play with the valley code. We needed help, and needed it now. They were going to kill us, but probably were planning on torturing us for good measure before the final coup-de-gras. I began typing out the message as rapidly as possible on the small keyboard.
I pressed send and thought of the men whose hands I had entrusted Sarah if I never made it home. Bud was the executor of my estate, and he and I had talked at length regarding Sarah's care. AJ along with Morgan would be her family, the family she had always wanted. My biggest regret was that we had never gotten to have the children we both craved. And Victor would be her friend, and maybe down the road something more. I wasn't blind, I knew that he was attracted to her, but had put it out of his mind when he saw the two of us together.
A short while later Faad entered with several of his thugs, they pulled Ramon and me to our feet and tied our hand behind our backs.
"Mr. Webb tell me what do you think I am going to do with all the weaponry I have amassed?" The question stunned me. The man seemed to be on a power trip of some sorts, playing a cat and mouse game with me. OK, let's play the game Mr. Faad, what's beyond door #2.
"Could be almost anything. If I had to guess, with the amount of guns and ammo you have I would say, a small scale invasion of a third world country. But that's too mundane for you, so I'll go over the top and with the SAM's you are going to attack a US asset of some kind." Ramon rolled his eyes at my sarcasm. He knew I was trying to draw Faad away from him.
"Very good Mr. Webb. Care to hazard a guess which asset, as you seem to be so very good at guessing?" The man definitely was on a power trip.
"Well you've hauled our butts back to Suriname, so must be something in either in the Gulf or Southern United States. That's a target rich environment." Then it hit me. Before I left I had worked on the CIA involvement in an upcoming War Game. The 6th Fleet was going to be in the Gulf any day now off the coast of Venezuela. It involved the Patrick Henry and her Air Group, the Watertown with a SeAL team, two MEUs, and their Venezuelan counterparts. This man was insane. He was going to take on America's finest and go out in a blaze of glory to meet his virgins in Paradise.
"You can't be so foolish to attack the fleet." I told him in a neutral tone. I didn't want to bring on the beating before I needed to.
"You are a smart man Mr. Webb, what I do not understand is why you got you self stationed in this small misbegotten country. But that doesn't matter. What I want to know is who you have contacted in the last months. I don't want my plans to be spoiled by interference from you."
"Faad, Garcia had us traipsing all over the continent delivering arms doing the meet and greet thing. He didn't allow us near a phone at any time, nor were we out of his or his men's sight when we were in public. So no, I contacted no one. I've been on my own, well with Ramon here, for the last two fucking months. I let a small bit of exasperation show as well as some very real fear. He had to believe that we were on our own.
"Yeah mi amigo and I have had a real fun time. You want to tell us what you're going to do with us?" Ramon had the audacity to ask. What the hell was he doing? I was trying my best to keep the attention on me.
"I have not decided the final outcome. But until you tell me the truth, things will be interesting." He spoke to the two men holding me and the beatings began. Every once and a while they would stop and Faad would ask me who knew about the last months. I kept silent except for the moans when the beatings began to get the best of me.
After an hour they stopped. I had passed out twice but they revived me, after the third time they gave up and left. They had untied Ramon and he removed my bonds and was cradling my beaten body when I came to. When I tried to talk he told me to be quiet and gave me a list of my injuries. He thought I had a couple of broken ribs, and my nose was definitely broken again and I more than likely would be pissing blood for a while. Overall I was in better than expected shape. But I wouldn't be able to take much more without needing some medical care. We just hoped the message I sent got through.
0800 Hours Local
The door opened and I was momentarily blinded from the bright sunlight. When I was able to focus, I saw Faad and not surprisingly Allen. Shit, I hate to be right about stuff like this.
August 15th
0015 Local
Webb Residence
Victor's POV
Everyone, and I mean everyone, was gathered at Clay and Mac's home going over plans for the airport operation. Mac was acting stoic, but I knew the nightmare would be bad tonight. I looked over at the Admiral and he gave me a knowing nod. I wouldn't be leaving tonight. Lately I was the only one that could calm her down; thankfully I had gotten over my case of unrequited love for her. When I had first seen the two of them together they could have lit up all the monuments in DC with the electricity generated between the two, I knew I had never stood a chance. Besides, they were now my closest friends. Who would have ever guessed? Clay better get home from this operation or she was going to grieve herself to death.
Harriet and Coates had taken notes and were now working on a large marker board organizing and diagramming. Tiner was in the kitchen making sandwiches; the Admiral, Cmdrs. Rabb and Sturgis were discussing pending cases and how to rearrange them. The Admiral had decided that Lt. Robert's presence was needed in LA, much to the chagrin of Cmdr. Rabb.
Morgan and Lt. Cmdr. Manetti were trying to keep Mac in one piece which was a losing battle and I could tell Morgan knew it. But she wasn't giving up; Lord she was going to give the Admiral a run for his money. Lt. Cmdr. Manetti was following her lead and trying anything and everything to get her to talk.
Bud and I were sitting by the computers. We had both of our laptops, Mac's laptop, and Clay's PC up and running. All of our e-mail programs were open waiting for mail, and I had Clay's secure line to the CIA mainframe open ready to jump on something if it happened. Since this whole thing started But and I monitored our e-mail night and day. The two of us were watching the group when both of our mail alerts went off at the same time. We both virtually jumped out of our skins and saw Mac practically levitate off the couch and come running to us.
Bud looked at me; I nodded to him and moved to let Mac take my place. I placed my hands on her shoulders, and while everyone gathered round Bud opened the message.
Bud/Victor:
Change in plans. In Suriname, held captive by al Queda leader from Amazon named Faad. Suspect Allen DCofS Suriname is leak. Lock on to GPS signal of this device. Need extraction ASAP. Faad aware of tracking devices in weapons. Tell Marita Ramon loves her. Victor help my Marine, Bud you know the rest.
Mac gasped and began trembling. I knelt and gathered her in my arms as she shook.
"Damn you Clay don't do this to me." She cried out in anger and buried her head in my shoulder.
I looked at the Admiral. I had to get on the mainframe and get their location immediately. This was very bad. He came over and pulled Mac from the chair and he passed her to Morgan and Harriet and I started at once. It took me ten minutes and I had their location pinpointed with in fifteen yards. I couldn't believe it. They were being held in the beach house I had been left in. Now how do we get them out there? I thought of the location and any thing we had available in the immediate area. No, we couldn't be so lucky. I pulled up more data, and jackpot. The item in question was not far from Suriname. Clay was due some luck.
"Admiral, they are being held in the same beach house where Cmdrs. Rabb and Morrison found me. Sir, we have an asset there that can get them out but we will have to call in some big favors."
"What asset Gunny?"
"The 6th Fleet is on its way to the Gulf for a Game off of Venezuela. The Watertown is part of it, and the SeAL team on board can absolutely get them out. The more I think of it, the fleet may be the target for this Faad." Only Clay could stumble on something this big.
"Gunny, as far fetched as that may seem, you could be right. Tiner, get the SecNav on the phone. Gunny get the DCI, and we'll get them conferenced in. If Clay's right he'll get no help from anyone down there. The embassy won't even be able to help him; it may alert the turncoat."
Forty-five minutes later the Watertown had new orders and was steaming for the coast of Suriname. It would be off shore in seven hours. The Admiral and I would take a CIA jet to Guyana and a copter would get us onto the Watertown. When the Colonel said she was coming, the Admiral reluctantly approved, but said she would stay on board with him and would not go on the rescue. She didn't argue and within another 45 minutes we were in the air.
TBC
Author: Sheila
Category: Romance
Pairing: Clay/Sarah
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: As If
Spoilers: Up through 'Need to Know'
Summary: Clay and Sarah come together during an investigation
Clay's POV
August 14th
1530 Hours Local
Buenos Aires
Argentina
"Garcia, we have been everywhere all over this god-forsaken continent. You have the arms, we have the drugs; what else is there for us to do down here?" I said with all the exasperation that I had been feeling for the last two months. Ramon and I had gathered more high quality information on this trip than we had expected but it had taken a toll on both of us.
"Well Mr. James, we need you to transport some things back to the states for us. One last favor so to speak. I'm sure you'll have no problem getting the package through customs. You are so American in appearance."
My dislike of Garcia that had been growing to hatred had finally gotten to that point. I had missed my wedding and probably broke my fiancée's heart. Ramon's wife was possibly going to divorce him over this. Marita had been separated from Ramon before, but this was way beyond the pale.
"Just what are we going to be taking back for you Garcia?" I said with forced nonchalance.
"I've converted my ample brokerage fee to emeralds and diamonds. I trust you to carry them out for me. I'll be on the same flight to the US with some associates of mine and there will be more meeting the flight. Get the jewels into the US, and I'll make it worth your while."
I almost screamed in relief. He wanted me to smuggle in jewels, what a joke. After almost two months of smuggling high tech arms and drugs all over South America he wanted me to smuggle jewels. Ramon looked over me and gave me a smile of relief.
"Not a problem Garcia, I've got a close 'friend' in US Customs at the LA Airport. That's how I get the drugs back in. I'll just let him know what flight I'm coming in on and he'll give me a pass through the line." I said cockily, just like I'd been doing the entire time during our jaunt.
"I'll have to make a call to my friend to let him know that I'm coming with the goods." I said as I picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a drop phone number at the CIA. No matter what area code and number I dialed it would ring at Victor Galindez' desk.
"Hello." I was glad that Victor picked up almost immediately.
"Hello, Victor. I need a favor, I'm going to be carrying some extra items into LA and don't necessarily want to declare them. I'll pay the usual fee. Are you interested?"
"Sure, no problem. When should I expect you?" I had already sent an e-mail with our arrival time in LA, but Garcia didn't know that. I looked at Garcia in question and he relayed the time. I told Victor and he confirmed the time. I hung up and was dismayed to see the al Queda contact from the Amazon walk in.
"Senor Garcia, just how well do you know Mr. James?" al Faad asked. Oh Shit! This didn't sound good. Ramon looked over at me and gave me a slight nod that told be he would follow my lead.
"Well enough Faad. He has lived up to his side of our bargain, and has supplied us with first rate munitions. What is there problem?" Garcia was actually bristling with indignance. If I wasn't so frightened at this point I would have been amused.
Faad tossed several electronic devices which I identified as miniature tracking devices on the coffee table in front of me.
"What are these Mr. James?" He sneered.
"I don't know, you tell me." I replied as coolly as possible.
"They are tracking devices Mr. James. Tell me what they were doing in majority of the cases of munitions you supplied us." Faad demanded. Oh man. Jim must have put them in to track where everything was going. Not a bad idea, but it may end up getting us killed.
"Hey, I didn't put them in there. I've been here with Garcia for two months. How could I have placed those things?" I tried to act confused but Faad wasn't buying it.
"Well Mr. Webb, someone back in the United States must have done it for you. Now do you want to tell me who was planning on meeting you and Mr. Garcia in Los Angeles?"
"My name is James, Faad. I don't know what you're talking about." Shit, shit, shit.
"Spare me the acting, Mr. Clayton Webb, CIA, Director of Central and South American Operations, and Mr. Ramon Gutierrez, NCIS, from California. You've been sold out. Money truly does buy anything you see, and I have a sufficient amount to maintain the security I need." We're busted. I looked at Ramon; he was slightly pale but wasn't sweating. I could tell he was thinking as hard as I was on how we were going to get out of this one.
Faad turned to Garcia and pulled a 9mm from a holster and shot him twice in the chest. I stopped breathing, and closed my eyes. I thought of Sarah and sent thoughts of love to her because I knew I would be dead in seconds. When I open my eyes, Faad had opened the door to the suite and signaled to his men to come in.
When they entered they performed a desultory search on Ramon and I, tied us up, and put hoods over our faces. They then led us out of the suite to the elevators. When the descending car stopped we were hustled out and pushed into a van of some sorts that sped off. I breathed a sigh of relief for two reasons. One we were still alive, and two they hadn't discovered the miniature Palm Pilot satellite device hidden in my boot. Now we only had to contact Victor and/or Bud and notify them of the change of plans and let them figure out a way to rescue us. Simple plan Webb, implementation was going to be a bit of a bear though.
Our captors had spoken briefly in Farsi and I knew we were being taken to the airport. Thank God I took those language classes rather than sipping Corona's on the beach. The van stopped suddenly and we were roughly pulled from the van and pulled up a set of stairs into what could only be a small jet. They tossed us to the cabin floor and told us in broken English not to move.
I heard someone else enter the plane then Faad's voice. We were headed back to Paramaribo. Back to my own personal piece of heaven, why I had no idea, but there had to be a leak at the agency, and my bet was on Allen.
I heard Ramon's breathing and managed to work my mouth next to his head. I began whispering what I knew to him. He murmured back a simple "understood" when I was done. For the remainder of the five hour trip we lay there, except for one humanitarian bathroom break.
Airport
2045 Local
Paramaribo, Suriname
The humidity of Suriname hit me like a wall when we were escorted off the plane. Ah, home sweet hell. Once again into a van, this time we traveled on a seriously pot-holed road for about thirty minutes before being dragged out and thrown into some kind of cellar or basement. They removed the bindings and hoods and left us alone. I wasted no time pulling out the Palm, and while Ramon kept watch transmitted the message I had been planning for the last few hours. No time to play with the valley code. We needed help, and needed it now. They were going to kill us, but probably were planning on torturing us for good measure before the final coup-de-gras. I began typing out the message as rapidly as possible on the small keyboard.
I pressed send and thought of the men whose hands I had entrusted Sarah if I never made it home. Bud was the executor of my estate, and he and I had talked at length regarding Sarah's care. AJ along with Morgan would be her family, the family she had always wanted. My biggest regret was that we had never gotten to have the children we both craved. And Victor would be her friend, and maybe down the road something more. I wasn't blind, I knew that he was attracted to her, but had put it out of his mind when he saw the two of us together.
A short while later Faad entered with several of his thugs, they pulled Ramon and me to our feet and tied our hand behind our backs.
"Mr. Webb tell me what do you think I am going to do with all the weaponry I have amassed?" The question stunned me. The man seemed to be on a power trip of some sorts, playing a cat and mouse game with me. OK, let's play the game Mr. Faad, what's beyond door #2.
"Could be almost anything. If I had to guess, with the amount of guns and ammo you have I would say, a small scale invasion of a third world country. But that's too mundane for you, so I'll go over the top and with the SAM's you are going to attack a US asset of some kind." Ramon rolled his eyes at my sarcasm. He knew I was trying to draw Faad away from him.
"Very good Mr. Webb. Care to hazard a guess which asset, as you seem to be so very good at guessing?" The man definitely was on a power trip.
"Well you've hauled our butts back to Suriname, so must be something in either in the Gulf or Southern United States. That's a target rich environment." Then it hit me. Before I left I had worked on the CIA involvement in an upcoming War Game. The 6th Fleet was going to be in the Gulf any day now off the coast of Venezuela. It involved the Patrick Henry and her Air Group, the Watertown with a SeAL team, two MEUs, and their Venezuelan counterparts. This man was insane. He was going to take on America's finest and go out in a blaze of glory to meet his virgins in Paradise.
"You can't be so foolish to attack the fleet." I told him in a neutral tone. I didn't want to bring on the beating before I needed to.
"You are a smart man Mr. Webb, what I do not understand is why you got you self stationed in this small misbegotten country. But that doesn't matter. What I want to know is who you have contacted in the last months. I don't want my plans to be spoiled by interference from you."
"Faad, Garcia had us traipsing all over the continent delivering arms doing the meet and greet thing. He didn't allow us near a phone at any time, nor were we out of his or his men's sight when we were in public. So no, I contacted no one. I've been on my own, well with Ramon here, for the last two fucking months. I let a small bit of exasperation show as well as some very real fear. He had to believe that we were on our own.
"Yeah mi amigo and I have had a real fun time. You want to tell us what you're going to do with us?" Ramon had the audacity to ask. What the hell was he doing? I was trying my best to keep the attention on me.
"I have not decided the final outcome. But until you tell me the truth, things will be interesting." He spoke to the two men holding me and the beatings began. Every once and a while they would stop and Faad would ask me who knew about the last months. I kept silent except for the moans when the beatings began to get the best of me.
After an hour they stopped. I had passed out twice but they revived me, after the third time they gave up and left. They had untied Ramon and he removed my bonds and was cradling my beaten body when I came to. When I tried to talk he told me to be quiet and gave me a list of my injuries. He thought I had a couple of broken ribs, and my nose was definitely broken again and I more than likely would be pissing blood for a while. Overall I was in better than expected shape. But I wouldn't be able to take much more without needing some medical care. We just hoped the message I sent got through.
0800 Hours Local
The door opened and I was momentarily blinded from the bright sunlight. When I was able to focus, I saw Faad and not surprisingly Allen. Shit, I hate to be right about stuff like this.
August 15th
0015 Local
Webb Residence
Victor's POV
Everyone, and I mean everyone, was gathered at Clay and Mac's home going over plans for the airport operation. Mac was acting stoic, but I knew the nightmare would be bad tonight. I looked over at the Admiral and he gave me a knowing nod. I wouldn't be leaving tonight. Lately I was the only one that could calm her down; thankfully I had gotten over my case of unrequited love for her. When I had first seen the two of them together they could have lit up all the monuments in DC with the electricity generated between the two, I knew I had never stood a chance. Besides, they were now my closest friends. Who would have ever guessed? Clay better get home from this operation or she was going to grieve herself to death.
Harriet and Coates had taken notes and were now working on a large marker board organizing and diagramming. Tiner was in the kitchen making sandwiches; the Admiral, Cmdrs. Rabb and Sturgis were discussing pending cases and how to rearrange them. The Admiral had decided that Lt. Robert's presence was needed in LA, much to the chagrin of Cmdr. Rabb.
Morgan and Lt. Cmdr. Manetti were trying to keep Mac in one piece which was a losing battle and I could tell Morgan knew it. But she wasn't giving up; Lord she was going to give the Admiral a run for his money. Lt. Cmdr. Manetti was following her lead and trying anything and everything to get her to talk.
Bud and I were sitting by the computers. We had both of our laptops, Mac's laptop, and Clay's PC up and running. All of our e-mail programs were open waiting for mail, and I had Clay's secure line to the CIA mainframe open ready to jump on something if it happened. Since this whole thing started But and I monitored our e-mail night and day. The two of us were watching the group when both of our mail alerts went off at the same time. We both virtually jumped out of our skins and saw Mac practically levitate off the couch and come running to us.
Bud looked at me; I nodded to him and moved to let Mac take my place. I placed my hands on her shoulders, and while everyone gathered round Bud opened the message.
Bud/Victor:
Change in plans. In Suriname, held captive by al Queda leader from Amazon named Faad. Suspect Allen DCofS Suriname is leak. Lock on to GPS signal of this device. Need extraction ASAP. Faad aware of tracking devices in weapons. Tell Marita Ramon loves her. Victor help my Marine, Bud you know the rest.
Mac gasped and began trembling. I knelt and gathered her in my arms as she shook.
"Damn you Clay don't do this to me." She cried out in anger and buried her head in my shoulder.
I looked at the Admiral. I had to get on the mainframe and get their location immediately. This was very bad. He came over and pulled Mac from the chair and he passed her to Morgan and Harriet and I started at once. It took me ten minutes and I had their location pinpointed with in fifteen yards. I couldn't believe it. They were being held in the beach house I had been left in. Now how do we get them out there? I thought of the location and any thing we had available in the immediate area. No, we couldn't be so lucky. I pulled up more data, and jackpot. The item in question was not far from Suriname. Clay was due some luck.
"Admiral, they are being held in the same beach house where Cmdrs. Rabb and Morrison found me. Sir, we have an asset there that can get them out but we will have to call in some big favors."
"What asset Gunny?"
"The 6th Fleet is on its way to the Gulf for a Game off of Venezuela. The Watertown is part of it, and the SeAL team on board can absolutely get them out. The more I think of it, the fleet may be the target for this Faad." Only Clay could stumble on something this big.
"Gunny, as far fetched as that may seem, you could be right. Tiner, get the SecNav on the phone. Gunny get the DCI, and we'll get them conferenced in. If Clay's right he'll get no help from anyone down there. The embassy won't even be able to help him; it may alert the turncoat."
Forty-five minutes later the Watertown had new orders and was steaming for the coast of Suriname. It would be off shore in seven hours. The Admiral and I would take a CIA jet to Guyana and a copter would get us onto the Watertown. When the Colonel said she was coming, the Admiral reluctantly approved, but said she would stay on board with him and would not go on the rescue. She didn't argue and within another 45 minutes we were in the air.
TBC