CHAPTER SEVEN
The Navy officer remained nameless although he did mention his first name, Carl which did not help them since there were many Carls, Carlos's, and Karls. He was of medium height and had medium brown hair and gray eyes, unlike his brother who had long light brown hair and hazel eyes. His name was Enrique and he would explain everything.
Still they looked enough alike, the same face shape, and the same cold expressions. Walter explained that Carl had been injured in the Vietnamese war, and Enrique worked in the Navy base as an accountant and was an auditor for the IRS so it was only natural that they were not that cordial. The latter was a reserve officer, awaiting orders in case any conflict came up. Carl had been a career navy man, except for a twenty year period when he had a medical discharge.
Ed tried to get them to donate a blood sample, just in case they were Dominants, but Enrique said that if his brother's identity was known, there would be a court martial. He also did the usual joke, "If I told you his name. We would have to kill you." He looked like he was capable of doing such a thing.
"He's here unofficially," said Enrique, "along with his cousin who's gathering some loyal Marines from around here to help in the rescue you of your friend, but he's from Quantico."
Ed realized that Enrique's brother did not tell him of the man recruiting a rescue force.
"No names please," said the Navy man, "If someone were to find out and it get back to his Commander, he'd be in serious trouble."
"Will he take part in the rescue?" asked Sloan who gave the boy a glass of orange juice and a peanut butter sandwich.
He took it, giving her a wink that unnerved her. It reminded her of someone. "Thank you señorita," he said, "My name's Alexandro."
"Buenas tardes, Alexandro."
"Buenas tardes, señorita. Could I look at that magazine?" He pointed to the December issue of the Scientific Journal.
"Yes, Alexandro. It might be a little hard for you."
"No. Dad's been showing me his accounting books."
In a moment he was observed in learning about the latest quantrum physics and Sloan repeated her last question.
"Coordinating it" said Enrique,. "He's going to prosecute the thieves if he gets permission. After all it was Marine property that was stolen. Let me explain further. My brother's cousin is an officer in the Marines, a Judge Advocate. About a year ago, several pieces of valuable equipment went missing in one of the bases The NIS suspected a corporal who worked in the supply depot and my cousin was asked to defend him."
Enrique told them that his cousin found the young man quite honest, had never even gotten a parking ticket, and a non delinquent. He would never have thought to do such a criminal act. On further investigation, it was found that other supply depots all over Eastern United States had the same problem. The Marine cousin received permission from JAG to look into it, but he was to leave the apprehension of the culprits to the local military authorities. Unfortunately, this was getting nowhere.
"This continued for a couple of months, until he learned that a soldier visiting relatives in Nevada spotted a van with the back door open. He went to inform the couple, and found a package with the serial number of one of the stolen items in the back. They shoot him in the chest. Before he died, he managed to write the number of the license plate and the stolen item. The police called Pensacola who notified my cousin and he came right out." He took something from his pocket. "He was also able to describe the man who shot him."
The note was splattered in blood, the handwriting shaky but legible. The soldier had managed to get the license number, and part of the serial number, but when he found he was dying, quickly drew a face and the uniform the man was wearing. It was not that good. The face could be anyone's but the insignia and the color and style only meant one thing and there was a distinctive mole on the cheek. JAG narrowed on that distinctive mole and located a doctor who treated pre cancerous conditions. The doctor gave them the name and location of his patient who worked near Area 51'
The killer was one of the men who ambushed the peace group of the Dominants, but they already suspected that.
"We need a CD," said Attwood, "and this code. " He handed it to Ed. "Just go to this website, enter the code and wait for the file to be downloaded. After that, just put it on this CD. After that make at least one copy for each of you, and two for my 'friends' here," He looked at Enrique and his brother.
The Navy officer remained nameless although he did mention his first name, Carl which did not help them since there were many Carls, Carlos's, and Karls. He was of medium height and had medium brown hair and gray eyes, unlike his brother who had long light brown hair and hazel eyes. His name was Enrique and he would explain everything.
Still they looked enough alike, the same face shape, and the same cold expressions. Walter explained that Carl had been injured in the Vietnamese war, and Enrique worked in the Navy base as an accountant and was an auditor for the IRS so it was only natural that they were not that cordial. The latter was a reserve officer, awaiting orders in case any conflict came up. Carl had been a career navy man, except for a twenty year period when he had a medical discharge.
Ed tried to get them to donate a blood sample, just in case they were Dominants, but Enrique said that if his brother's identity was known, there would be a court martial. He also did the usual joke, "If I told you his name. We would have to kill you." He looked like he was capable of doing such a thing.
"He's here unofficially," said Enrique, "along with his cousin who's gathering some loyal Marines from around here to help in the rescue you of your friend, but he's from Quantico."
Ed realized that Enrique's brother did not tell him of the man recruiting a rescue force.
"No names please," said the Navy man, "If someone were to find out and it get back to his Commander, he'd be in serious trouble."
"Will he take part in the rescue?" asked Sloan who gave the boy a glass of orange juice and a peanut butter sandwich.
He took it, giving her a wink that unnerved her. It reminded her of someone. "Thank you señorita," he said, "My name's Alexandro."
"Buenas tardes, Alexandro."
"Buenas tardes, señorita. Could I look at that magazine?" He pointed to the December issue of the Scientific Journal.
"Yes, Alexandro. It might be a little hard for you."
"No. Dad's been showing me his accounting books."
In a moment he was observed in learning about the latest quantrum physics and Sloan repeated her last question.
"Coordinating it" said Enrique,. "He's going to prosecute the thieves if he gets permission. After all it was Marine property that was stolen. Let me explain further. My brother's cousin is an officer in the Marines, a Judge Advocate. About a year ago, several pieces of valuable equipment went missing in one of the bases The NIS suspected a corporal who worked in the supply depot and my cousin was asked to defend him."
Enrique told them that his cousin found the young man quite honest, had never even gotten a parking ticket, and a non delinquent. He would never have thought to do such a criminal act. On further investigation, it was found that other supply depots all over Eastern United States had the same problem. The Marine cousin received permission from JAG to look into it, but he was to leave the apprehension of the culprits to the local military authorities. Unfortunately, this was getting nowhere.
"This continued for a couple of months, until he learned that a soldier visiting relatives in Nevada spotted a van with the back door open. He went to inform the couple, and found a package with the serial number of one of the stolen items in the back. They shoot him in the chest. Before he died, he managed to write the number of the license plate and the stolen item. The police called Pensacola who notified my cousin and he came right out." He took something from his pocket. "He was also able to describe the man who shot him."
The note was splattered in blood, the handwriting shaky but legible. The soldier had managed to get the license number, and part of the serial number, but when he found he was dying, quickly drew a face and the uniform the man was wearing. It was not that good. The face could be anyone's but the insignia and the color and style only meant one thing and there was a distinctive mole on the cheek. JAG narrowed on that distinctive mole and located a doctor who treated pre cancerous conditions. The doctor gave them the name and location of his patient who worked near Area 51'
The killer was one of the men who ambushed the peace group of the Dominants, but they already suspected that.
"We need a CD," said Attwood, "and this code. " He handed it to Ed. "Just go to this website, enter the code and wait for the file to be downloaded. After that, just put it on this CD. After that make at least one copy for each of you, and two for my 'friends' here," He looked at Enrique and his brother.