Part 4
Mac once more stared at the file. "Thank you, Lieutenant, that'll be all."
He stood and saluted. "Good afternoon, Ma'am." He quickly made his way out of the room, squaring his corners.
As soon as the door shut behind him, Mac grabbed the phone. She quickly dialed the familiar number. "Come on, Clay. Pick up." A sigh of relief escaped her lips when his voice came over the phone. "Hey, it's me."
"Sarah? How are things in Iceland?"
She could hear his faint smile. "It's cold, but how did you know that I was here?"
"Well, I still have some connections you know?" He chuckled softly.
"Good, I was counting on that. First of all, what the hell is in these files?"
"They are plans for a new aircraft. It's designed to be fast, maneuverable and virtually undetectable. They refer to it as the Chameleon for that reason. It'll be the most powerful aircraft ever made."
"So, do you have any idea why the Secretary of the Air Force would steal them and be planning to sell them to Iraq?"
He was quiet for a minute. "Well, I've heard that General Waters has been having money problems, which happens when the prostitute that you've been hiring on a monthly basis decides to start blackmailing you."
Mac sighed softly. "I was hoping that it wouldn't make any sense so it wouldn't be true. Thanks for the information, Clay. I need to read through the rest of these emails."
"If you need anything else, let me know."
"I will and Clay?"
"Yeah?"
"Have you heard anything about him?" She asked very softly.
"You mean, Rabb?" He sighed inwardly. "The last I heard, he was offered a field agent position and was doing well."
Mac nodded. "I've tried to call him, but he never picks up."
"He's a fool, Sarah. A damned fool."
"Clay, please. We've been through this already."
"Yeah." He said softly. "Well, if I hear anything else about him, I'll let you know."
"Thanks, Clay. I better go."
"Be careful, Sarah. People would kill for those files."
"I'm a marine, Clay. I'll be okay. I'll talk to you later." She hung up slowly and collected her files, taking everything back to her quarters. She dug out her cell phone and sighed. "Great. Even if he wanted to call, I have no signal here." She tossed the phone back into her bag and sat down with the emails. "Oh God.they're making the exchange in." She took a moment to consult her internal clock. ".two hours and twenty-five minutes." She got out her sidearm and took the emails as she rushed out of the room, hurriedly returning salutes as she made her way to the General's office.
"Colonel, where's the fire?" The General asked when he saw her reach his doorframe.
"About thirty miles from here, sir. The exchange is scheduled to take place in two hours and, well now in twenty minutes."
He stood. "You're sure, Colonel?"
"Positive, sir." She handed over the emails. She watched as realization crossed his face.
"General Waters?"
"Yes, sir."
He nodded slightly and grabbed his phone. "Get the assault team ready to go and now. We leave in ten minutes." He hung up. "Well, Colonel, we owe you our thanks."
"Let's just get the files back, sir. That'll be thanks enough."
"Very well, Colonel." He pulled out his own sidearm. "Follow me." He lead her out back were several Airmen and a few lower ranking officers were waiting. "Let's move out." The all quickly got into the vehicles and sped down the road following the General.
When the got close, they all turned off the headlights. "So far everything's quiet." Mac said softly as they pulled up to an old abandoned building. She checked her sidearm before getting out. They all crept towards the building silently, their eyes darting around for any sign of movement. Mac pointed to an empty truck parked off to the side, partially hidden behind a few trees. The sound of an engine caused them to turn there attention to the main road. A car pulled to a stop.
"Cover." The General ordered quietly. They all ducked out of sight. The car sped off down the road, tires squealing.
"I don't hear anything inside." Mac whispered. "We should break up some. I'll head inside and check things out. Someone needs to search the truck."
He nodded. "Jordan, Matthews, Peters watch her six." Three men stepped forward. The General gave instructions to the remaining men as Mac carefully opened the door and stepped inside.
They searched the inside of the building, sighing softly when they turned up nothing. "Let's get out of here." Mac instructed and Jordan, Matthews and Peters made their way back down the steps to the first floor. They turned back when they didn't hear Mac following. "Go on, I'll be right there." They nodded and headed out the door.
Mac went back into the room they had just come from. She went over to the closet and opened it again. Something just didn't look right about the back wall. She pushed on it and gasped softly as it gave way to reveal another room. She pulled her sidearm out again as she stepped through the opening.
"Where's the Colonel?" The General demanded.
"She said that she was-." They were interrupted by a cry of surprise and pain.
The man dropped the bat down beside Mac's body before scooping her up and flipping her over his shoulder. He carried her down and out the back to a waiting Hilo. "Get us out of here." He barked.
Jordan and Matthews ran back down after checking the house. "There's no sign of her, sir."
The sound of the Hilo taking off grabbed their attention. "Call the Admiral and get me the CIA on the phone..NOW!" The General screamed.
TBC
((A/N: The real Sec. of the AF is Dr. James G. Roche; Gen. Waters is made- up))
Mac once more stared at the file. "Thank you, Lieutenant, that'll be all."
He stood and saluted. "Good afternoon, Ma'am." He quickly made his way out of the room, squaring his corners.
As soon as the door shut behind him, Mac grabbed the phone. She quickly dialed the familiar number. "Come on, Clay. Pick up." A sigh of relief escaped her lips when his voice came over the phone. "Hey, it's me."
"Sarah? How are things in Iceland?"
She could hear his faint smile. "It's cold, but how did you know that I was here?"
"Well, I still have some connections you know?" He chuckled softly.
"Good, I was counting on that. First of all, what the hell is in these files?"
"They are plans for a new aircraft. It's designed to be fast, maneuverable and virtually undetectable. They refer to it as the Chameleon for that reason. It'll be the most powerful aircraft ever made."
"So, do you have any idea why the Secretary of the Air Force would steal them and be planning to sell them to Iraq?"
He was quiet for a minute. "Well, I've heard that General Waters has been having money problems, which happens when the prostitute that you've been hiring on a monthly basis decides to start blackmailing you."
Mac sighed softly. "I was hoping that it wouldn't make any sense so it wouldn't be true. Thanks for the information, Clay. I need to read through the rest of these emails."
"If you need anything else, let me know."
"I will and Clay?"
"Yeah?"
"Have you heard anything about him?" She asked very softly.
"You mean, Rabb?" He sighed inwardly. "The last I heard, he was offered a field agent position and was doing well."
Mac nodded. "I've tried to call him, but he never picks up."
"He's a fool, Sarah. A damned fool."
"Clay, please. We've been through this already."
"Yeah." He said softly. "Well, if I hear anything else about him, I'll let you know."
"Thanks, Clay. I better go."
"Be careful, Sarah. People would kill for those files."
"I'm a marine, Clay. I'll be okay. I'll talk to you later." She hung up slowly and collected her files, taking everything back to her quarters. She dug out her cell phone and sighed. "Great. Even if he wanted to call, I have no signal here." She tossed the phone back into her bag and sat down with the emails. "Oh God.they're making the exchange in." She took a moment to consult her internal clock. ".two hours and twenty-five minutes." She got out her sidearm and took the emails as she rushed out of the room, hurriedly returning salutes as she made her way to the General's office.
"Colonel, where's the fire?" The General asked when he saw her reach his doorframe.
"About thirty miles from here, sir. The exchange is scheduled to take place in two hours and, well now in twenty minutes."
He stood. "You're sure, Colonel?"
"Positive, sir." She handed over the emails. She watched as realization crossed his face.
"General Waters?"
"Yes, sir."
He nodded slightly and grabbed his phone. "Get the assault team ready to go and now. We leave in ten minutes." He hung up. "Well, Colonel, we owe you our thanks."
"Let's just get the files back, sir. That'll be thanks enough."
"Very well, Colonel." He pulled out his own sidearm. "Follow me." He lead her out back were several Airmen and a few lower ranking officers were waiting. "Let's move out." The all quickly got into the vehicles and sped down the road following the General.
When the got close, they all turned off the headlights. "So far everything's quiet." Mac said softly as they pulled up to an old abandoned building. She checked her sidearm before getting out. They all crept towards the building silently, their eyes darting around for any sign of movement. Mac pointed to an empty truck parked off to the side, partially hidden behind a few trees. The sound of an engine caused them to turn there attention to the main road. A car pulled to a stop.
"Cover." The General ordered quietly. They all ducked out of sight. The car sped off down the road, tires squealing.
"I don't hear anything inside." Mac whispered. "We should break up some. I'll head inside and check things out. Someone needs to search the truck."
He nodded. "Jordan, Matthews, Peters watch her six." Three men stepped forward. The General gave instructions to the remaining men as Mac carefully opened the door and stepped inside.
They searched the inside of the building, sighing softly when they turned up nothing. "Let's get out of here." Mac instructed and Jordan, Matthews and Peters made their way back down the steps to the first floor. They turned back when they didn't hear Mac following. "Go on, I'll be right there." They nodded and headed out the door.
Mac went back into the room they had just come from. She went over to the closet and opened it again. Something just didn't look right about the back wall. She pushed on it and gasped softly as it gave way to reveal another room. She pulled her sidearm out again as she stepped through the opening.
"Where's the Colonel?" The General demanded.
"She said that she was-." They were interrupted by a cry of surprise and pain.
The man dropped the bat down beside Mac's body before scooping her up and flipping her over his shoulder. He carried her down and out the back to a waiting Hilo. "Get us out of here." He barked.
Jordan and Matthews ran back down after checking the house. "There's no sign of her, sir."
The sound of the Hilo taking off grabbed their attention. "Call the Admiral and get me the CIA on the phone..NOW!" The General screamed.
TBC
((A/N: The real Sec. of the AF is Dr. James G. Roche; Gen. Waters is made- up))