Discalimer: Same as the one at the beginning of the story (Jeez I'm getting
tired of writing this)
Sancti- oh no, don't cry. I promise I'll try to make the chapters longer. (LOL as I'm typing this) You're making me feel guilty. Don't worry, I will remind you. Does et-spiritus-sancti mean something?
2000 ZULU Clayton Webb's Office- CIA March 10, 2003
Clayton Webb sat at his office desk. He had just gotten back from Kosovo. It was true that the US had basically demolished the country, but terrorism still reined. There was a knock on his door.
He straightened his tie and said "come in."
To his surprise Admiral Chegwidden came in.
"Hello AJ." Webb drawled. "What have I done now?"
AJ answered, "Nothing Webb, actually I'd like to ask a favor of you." He ignored Webb's tone.
"Do I have a choice?" Clay said sarcastically.
"No, I'm afraid not," said the Admiral. "I need you to find out who would want to kill Harm."
Webb looked up, startled, "Harm?" he said, "Did something happen?"
"I would think that you would know," said the Admiral skeptically.
Webb retorted, "I just got back from Kosovo, I have no clue what has been happening for the past two weeks."
AJ was sorry in an instant, he had been in Kosovo before, 'total hell' he thought.
He enlightened Webb, "Somebody sent Mr. Rabb a bomb, it blew up and he got severely burned on his face, that lead to a large bruise under his eyes, and to make it worse a glass splinter got lodged into his eye. He's gone temporarily blind, and not to mention he had a piece of Shrapnel stuck in his arm."
"Oh" was all Webb could say, Harm was the closest thing to a friend he had. "I'll get on it right away."
AJ turned to leave and was halfway out the door when Webb called,
"And Admiral."
AJ turned around,
"If you need anything else, don't hesitate to call me."
AJ nodded, he shouldn't have doubted Webb. But then again, Webb had almost killed Rabb and MacKenzie numerous times.
Sancti- oh no, don't cry. I promise I'll try to make the chapters longer. (LOL as I'm typing this) You're making me feel guilty. Don't worry, I will remind you. Does et-spiritus-sancti mean something?
2000 ZULU Clayton Webb's Office- CIA March 10, 2003
Clayton Webb sat at his office desk. He had just gotten back from Kosovo. It was true that the US had basically demolished the country, but terrorism still reined. There was a knock on his door.
He straightened his tie and said "come in."
To his surprise Admiral Chegwidden came in.
"Hello AJ." Webb drawled. "What have I done now?"
AJ answered, "Nothing Webb, actually I'd like to ask a favor of you." He ignored Webb's tone.
"Do I have a choice?" Clay said sarcastically.
"No, I'm afraid not," said the Admiral. "I need you to find out who would want to kill Harm."
Webb looked up, startled, "Harm?" he said, "Did something happen?"
"I would think that you would know," said the Admiral skeptically.
Webb retorted, "I just got back from Kosovo, I have no clue what has been happening for the past two weeks."
AJ was sorry in an instant, he had been in Kosovo before, 'total hell' he thought.
He enlightened Webb, "Somebody sent Mr. Rabb a bomb, it blew up and he got severely burned on his face, that lead to a large bruise under his eyes, and to make it worse a glass splinter got lodged into his eye. He's gone temporarily blind, and not to mention he had a piece of Shrapnel stuck in his arm."
"Oh" was all Webb could say, Harm was the closest thing to a friend he had. "I'll get on it right away."
AJ turned to leave and was halfway out the door when Webb called,
"And Admiral."
AJ turned around,
"If you need anything else, don't hesitate to call me."
AJ nodded, he shouldn't have doubted Webb. But then again, Webb had almost killed Rabb and MacKenzie numerous times.