A/N: Alright it seems only fair to state this off the bat: A) This chapter is a Part 1 of 2 and (B) The following contains course language PG-13 (remember they are sailors)

Mac had gotten him to rent a TV, just for their slumber parties, he didn't have cable or anything just a working set and a VCR. The two of them set up the air mattress to watch the movie and soon afterward she had fallen asleep. He would've never taken her for a talker while she was asleep. He had found himself unable to fall asleep for two reasons largely. One, Mac was just to captivating a creature while she slept and secondly she said some pretty interesting things without knowing it.

"Flyboy, can you go watch the kids?" She mumbled in her sleep.

"Whose kids?" Harm whispered back like he was trying to encourage her.

"Bud and Harriet's." Mac's words were becoming a little more audible.

"Oh, yeah sure." Harm whispered disappointedly.

"And Flyboy, thanks for last night." She muttered like she was slowly slipping into a deep sleep.

"Thanks for what Mac?" Harm had a smile on his face as tried to get the last little bit of information out of her.

"All the sex Flyboy!" Her eyes opened and she whacked him with a pillow. "Gotcha squid! Now are you going to explain why you were watching me sleep, not to mention interrogating me?"

"Well you just looked really peaceful, besides when you start saying 'Flyboy' my ears kind of perk up." He smiled and brushed an errant strand of hair behind her ear as she lay on the pillow. "When exactly did you wake up anyway?"

"The second you started talking." She looked into his eyes. "We should really get some sleep Flyboy; we have to be in the office bright and early tomorrow."

"Yeah I know, I guess my mind was occupied with other things, I was thinking I guess about Admiral Clancy, you know Mac we've put our fair share of people behind bars, don't you ever worry that someone might come after us?" Harm stared up at the ceiling of his apartment.

"Harm you've got a Marine right here with you and one right downstairs, I think you're pretty safe." She tried to get a laugh out of him.

"Hey, you've got your own personal flyboy watching your six; you won't exactly be getting in any trouble either." Harm laughed.

"So you're watching my six are you flyboy?" She looked at him with that coy playful look.

"It's one of my more pleasant duties." Harm smiled at her and looked in her eyes, their exchanges were so fluid, for a while there everything had seemed so deep, so emotional but now, it was all so light and freeing.

"Alright Flyboy, before you get any ideas, we should really get some sleep. I'll take your bed." She tried to look innocent as she walked into his bedroom.

"Leave it to the Marines to always take the initiative!" Harm shouted.

"That's right Flyboy!" Mac curled herself up under his blanket and went to sleep. The two of them had developed something of a routine, every morning, Harm would wake up first (one of Mac's traits he claimed wasn't rubbing off on him), and after making sure she was still asleep, take a shower. Mac always woke up the second the water came on, and rather than say anything she'd sneak a few peaks here and there. After showering, Harm would go out into the kitchen and make breakfast and Mac would have her shower.

By the time Mac would get out of her shower, Harm would have breakfast prepared; the two of them would get dressed and head out for office. It was almost like having a roommate a few nights a week. They took separate cars and Harm even dropped by Starbucks to pick up some coffee so that they wouldn't arrive at the same time and he could still be late.

The SECNAV had called an early meeting to be attended that morning by JAG's two senior officers. The Admiral and the Colonel came bustling into JAG headquarters before the sun came up and saw that Nelson was already waiting for them outside the Admiral's office. "Nice of the two of you to join me."

"Yeah because I had nothing better to do at 0445 this morning than haul my ass out of bed, take my son to the babysitter's and come into work for 0600, sir." Jim's response while caustic was largely muffled by a great yawn.

"That's enough…Colonel." The Admiral's normally commanding voice was stifled by a yawn of his own.

"I thought SEALs and Force Recon were supposed to be 'ready, aye ready'?" The Secretary chortled.

"Not when we're over forty, can you please explain to us why we're here, sir." To say that Jim looked slightly annoyed would be to damn with faint praise.

"You two are here because you two are about to get a shot in the arm. AJ, it's appropriations season up on Capitol Hill and I need someone with some force and conviction to make a case to the House Armed Services Committee, you'll be given all of Bill Clancy's notes and you'll be relieved of your responsibilities at JAG for the time being. Jim, you'll be stepping into AJ's shoes, you will for all intents and purposes be the Judge Advocate General of the United States Navy." Nelson looked both men in the eye only to find them unhappy.

"Mr Secretary all you're doing is heaping more work on our respective backs; can you please explain where the shot in the arm comes?" The Admiral looked unimpressed.

"AJ you will technically be the Deputy Chief of Naval Operations during this time, if you still want the job once the appropriations hearings are over, it's yours. Jim, if AJ takes the job you'll get the nomination to be the next JAG. If AJ doesn't want the job then everything goes back to abnormal around here. But AJ, you will be sitting in Bill Clancy's chair for at least the next month." Nelson had a smile on his face that would make you think he's just cured cancer.

"I can tell you right now Mr. Secretary that I'll do DCNO duty for the next month but once appropriations are done I'm coming back to JAG, it's not often a duty station like this comes along and I'm going to stick with it." Chegwidden said with some real force and a sarcastic laugh.

"I figured as much but it still doesn't change the current shuffle. AJ, get what you need to make yourself comfortable in a Pentagon office and Jim good luck trying to handle Major MacKenzie and 'Harmful' Rabb." Nelson gave both of the officers a nod and walked out of the office.

"So Mr. DCNO, you want me to water the ficus in your office?" Jim laughed as he looked over at the Admiral.

"No, I usually get Tiner to do that." The Admiral retorts.

"How about…" Jim started but the Admiral cut him off.

"No, Ensign Sims normally does that."

"Ah, so since you're not going to be my CO for the next month does that mean I get to call you AJ?" Jim smiled and laughed until Chegwidden tossed him a stern laugh.

"I don't know, do you want to live to see your children graduate from Annapolis?" The Admiral inquired with an annoyed look.

"Admiral it is then, sir. Oh and Admiral?" Jim looked at his friend with a quizzical look.

"What is it Colonel?" AJ looked up from his desk.

"Give'em hell sir!" Jim commented as he moved through the doorway.

"Hoorah!" The Admiral replied with a smile as he began collecting some of the essential articles of his office so that he could set up some decent working environment at the Pentagon. The two men sat in their respective offices finishing up the needed paperwork and getting ready for the shuffle that was to occur at 0845 that morning. For the next two hours after the meeting with Nelson the office began to slowly fill and once Tiner was sure he saw all the essential staff in the bullpen he told the Admiral and the Colonel.

The Admiral came walking out of his office with Petty Officer Tiner at his side. "Attention on deck!" The yeoman cried and action in the bullpen ceased.

"I have some news which will no doubt affect all of you. For the next month, the Secretary of the Navy, in his infinite confusion, had decided to make me an interim Deputy Chief of Naval Operations. I've been tasked with handling congressional appropriations hearings which are sure to be an excellent cure for any insomnia that this job may cause. In my absence, Colonel Grant will be the interim JAG, you'll soon discover that the two of us have very different ways of doing things, this won't be a problem as long as he doesn't break anything too important." The Admiral looked around the bullpen to find a bunch of smiling faces.

"That's great Admiral!" Harm was the first to chime in.

"It really is a great opportunity sir." Mac followed suit.

"We're sure gonna miss you around here for the next month sir." Bud chirped in as he shook the Admiral's hand.

"Don't worry sir; I'll make sure there's a full stocked liquor cabinet in your office when you come back." The two senior officers shook hands and gave each other fraternal pats on the shoulder.

"Jim, feed my sheep." With that, the Admiral took his box of possessions and walked through the big glass JAG doors to a waiting elevator.

"What was all that?" Harm looked at his friend who was standing there in awe with a wise grin on his face.

"Those were Christ's last words to St. Peter before the ascension." Jim said like he had just been kicked in the gut. "Alright people we got ourselves a country to save." Jim sounded like a different man as he led his senior staffers into the Admiral's office. Harm, Mac and Bud immediately followed their new CO, with Imes and Mattoni in their wake.

"Alright, Commanders Imes and Mattoni, the two of you will be taking on the bulk of the case-load this week please feel free to make use of Ensign Sims for any required duty. You two are dismissed, you have a lot of work to get through and Yeoman Tiner will ensure that the case files are on your desks." Imes and Mattoni turned on their heels and walked out of the office looking like their workday had just been hit by a Marine force hurricane.

"Mac, Harm and Bud; after the incident on the Reprisal you three are just the people I need for this P1 case that the SECNAV just dumped in my lap. Firstly, are any of you particularly well acquainted with this officer or his record?" Jim pulled out the latest issue of the Navy Times and threw it on the Admiral's desk in front of him.

"Yes sir, that's Captain Mitch Thomas, he's the CAG on the T.R, youngest CAG in the Navy and a shoe-in for a Captain's post. He and his Panthers are said to be the most lethal flying squad working in the Balkans right now." Mac picked up the paper and passed it to Harm.

"This can't be right; this paper says he's only thirty-nine!" Harm sounded like a man in disbelief.

"The Navy Times isn't in the habit of printing lies Commander. Mitch Thomas is a stand-up officer, he's been recommended for accelerated promotion by every CO he's ever had, including the current CNO. Captain Thomas and his patrol are accused of having forgone the Rules of Engagement and having gone 'weapons free' downing a few Syrian MiGs off the coast of Greece. What the hell Syrian MiGs were doing out that far over the Med is anyone's guess. The T.R. needed to make a stop in Greece to refuel because the Skipper didn't think his boat could make it to Naples from where they were in the Med."

"Sir, why would our experience on the Reprisal have anything to do with you assigning us this case?" Bud seemed confused.

"As of 2100 Eastern Standard last night when the call came in over the wire, Secretary Nelson, pain in the ass though he is, had an even bigger pain in the ass barging into his office in the form of Syrian Ambassador Al-Fazan. Fazan thinks that Captain Thomas along with his patrol should be suspended from the Statue of Liberty's torch. The Syrians are calling it an act of war, I need you three to go out there and find out exactly what happened. If it turns out that Captain Thomas evaded the Rules of Engagement then you are to report to me because I have to tell the SECNAV. If it turns out that the Syrians attacked Captain Thomas, you are to thank that aviator and than give me a report so that I can walk down to the Syrian Embassy and shove it down Al-Fazan's throat, are we clear?" This Marine was not the same one that had become an office fixture in the last four months.

"Aye, aye sir." Harm stated as the three officers came to attention.

"This office didn't run from a single problem under Chegwidden and I intend to keep it that way until he gets back. But JAG can't let any one do our talking, the Secretary of the Navy speaks for the politics but JAG speaks for justice and that is what will be done in this office. Which is why the press corps is about to barge into this office and ask me a bunch of questions, I told the SECNAV that'd I'd rather handle it than let someone talk for me now that I'm the Navy's final word on law and order."

"Are you sure that's a good idea sir?" Harm was amazed; he'd never seen such an example of bi-polar disorder.

"It's a damn good idea Commander, who do you think honestly has the best interests of the Department of the Navy at heart? Some cowardly politician or someone whose served the department for twenty-three years?" Jim's jaw was set firm and there was a fire in his eyes.

"Always the 'First to Fight', eh Marine?" Mac shot back.

"You got that right Mac. You two are going to be in here for the press conference, if the world is going to judge the United States Navy, they're going to judge it on my terms and you two are the best I have." If it is possible to storm a beach with words, that's what was happening at that moment. "Fuck, this story's all over ZNN, I'm surprised I don't have half of the State department in here telling me how they want this to turn out."

"Sir, I have some reporters waiting to see you." Tiner's voice came through the intercom.

"Good, send them in Tiner, show time people." Jim cracked his knuckles and Harm and Mac took up positions standing on either side of his chair. Within minutes lights had been set up and the cameras were rolling as the world waited to hear from the Navy's Judge Advocate General.

"I have a brief statement to make after which I will answer any questions you may have. As I'm sure you're all aware, as of 2100 Eastern Standard Time last night, news came to Washington that it was suspected that Naval Aviators serving aboard a Naval vessel involved in the current engagement in the Adriatic were suspected to have downed three Syrian jet fighters without authorization. The office of the Judge Advocate General of the United States Navy has, without hesitation proceeded to launch a full and thorough investigation into these events. The outcome of this investigation will not be influenced in any way by any persons wishing to do so, any attempts to cover up wrongdoing or make these aviators scapegoats will be prosecuted with the full fervour and force of my office. Major Sarah MacKenzie and Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb are the two best investigators in the Department of the Navy, bar none and if any two people have a big enough shovels to dig through this shit storm it's sure to be these two. Now, are there any questions?"

A flood of hands rose into the air. Jim just started picking people who were the first to volunteer. "Yes, Colonel don't you believe that assigning a former aviator to this case will compromise its outcome?" A cable news reporter asked.

"In case you missed it the first time I said it, allow me to speak slower, I have full confidence that my people will get the job done to the best of their abilities. No one and nothing can compromise them." Jim fired back.

"Colonel, you stated that you will prosecute anyone that attempts to influence the outcome of these proceedings but military officers have a tendency of retreating in the face of Congress and other elected representatives of the people, how can we be sure that you're genuine, that you won't retreat?"

"Retreat? Hell I just got here! I'm a Marine and as such there isn't a damn thing in this world or the next that can scare me off a position that I've taken." His shoulders seemed to grow creating a more imposing figure,

"Colonel, what do you intend to do if the aviators are guilty?" The voice was that of Chuck DePalma.

"Prosecute them to the fullest extent of military law." Jim fired right back.

"And if they're innocent?" DePalma wasn't backing down.

"Pin medals on their chest." Was Jim's short but succinct reply. In the SECNAV's office, Rear Admiral and current interim DCNO, AJ Chegwidden was thumping his chest. He'd left the office in good hands, even if they were coming out of Marine green sleeves. And Rabb and MacKenzie were right there, upholding the foremost values and lessons that he had instilled in them.

The COD neared the Teddy Roosevelt when Harm first started talking. "Who was that gruff and tough CO we left in Falls Church and what did he do with my friend Jim?" Harm smiled and looked over at Mac.

"You forgot that he was a Marine. Jim told me that being Chief of Staff was like being an Assistant Coach; you got to coddle the players. The second you have to sit in the big chair, you no longer have that luxury." Mac laughed as the COD landed on the air strip and the three of them prepared to step on to the Roosevelt. The LSO came over to greet them as they stepped on to the super-structure.

"Lieutenant Commander Rabb? Major MacKenzie?" The woman practically shouted over the sound of the propeller. The two officers nodded and shook her hand. "The Skipper wants to see you on the bridge." Harm and Mac followed the LSO to the bridge where they were no doubt, in for a sour welcome. Jim had informed them who the Skipper of the Roosevelt was; Captain Paul 'Duke' Wellington. Wellington had a steadfast reputation as a real Farragut kind of officer and commander.

"JAG on the bridge!" The Master at Arms called out as Harm and Mac made their way to the bridge. Harm and Mac came to attention in front of the Skipper. The rhythmic sound of their heels clicking together told the Skipper, who wasn't facing them that they had arrived.

"At ease. Well Commander, Major, are you as good as Jim Grant said or was he just blowing smoke up my, and the rest of the world's skirt?" Paul Wellington bore something of a resemblance to a younger Clint Eastwood.

"He said you'd ask that question, sir." Mac responded.

"Oh and what did he tell you to tell me?" Captain Wellington fired back.

"Words that it would be against regulations for me to say to a superior officer sir and might just make some of your sailors blush." Harm answered trying to sound as stoic as possible.

"Sounds like Jim knows what the hell he's doing. I'm going to be up front with the two of you. You have free range to interview any and all personnel on this ship and to review any and all equipment on this ship which you may feel necessary to your investigation. There is only one factor, I will not, at any point and for any reason other than his being charged, pull Captain Thomas out of the air, he will remain on flight status until and if your investigation should prove other steps are required." The Skipper's voice rose to a very clear and amplified level as he walked over to Harm and Mac.

"Will that be all sir?" Harm asked, unwilling to allow himself to get pushed any further.

"Yes, dismissed." The Skipper tossed them a dismissive wave and went back to his chair. Harm and Mac knew that they had to check into their assigned quarters before they did any investigating. Their guide through the interior of the ship was the PAO Ensign Maggie Ross.

"Sir, Ma'am, we're a little full up at the moment, we have some Kosovo refugees on board so quarters are a little full so the two of you will have to share a room and Lieutenant Roberts sir, I'm afraid you'll be hot-bunking with the Marines." The young Ensign seemed to sound apologetic but Bud didn't seem to enjoy the prospect at all.

Harm and Mac secured their bags and headed for the CAG's stateroom. Harm knocked on the door only to hear a hard tenor voice shout the word 'Enter!' right back at him. Harm and Mac walked through the door to find the man that everyone in the Navy had been reading about for much of the months before the latest incident. Captain Mitch Thomas was six-foot-one with hair the colour of a dull copper penny and piercing emerald eyes. Half of the medals on his chest were DFCs. He wore his blue 'Teddy Roosevelt' hat backward as he leaned over his desk.

"Welcome to the Rough Rider." Captain Thomas greeted them, shaking each of their hands.

"We've got to get to the bottom of this CAG. Now what happened that night?" Harm said as he sat down in a chair.

"We got a radio call in from the Big John around 1800 local and the Skipper told me to put my best flyers in the air to give them the support that they were asking for. So I grabbed Nighthawk and Wolfman out of the mess and told them to make sure that they had their birds gassed up because we were going to the dance in a few minutes." The CAG went to continue but Mac stopped him.

"Nighthawk and Wolfman?" She asked so that she could get some clear identification.

"Nighthawk would be my wingman Lieutenant Commander TJ Hollinger and Wolfman would be our tail Lieutenant Commander Rob Robinson." The CAG informed her.

"Alright so you informed Lieutenant Commanders Hollinger and Robinson that you guys were due for a dog-fight, what happened next Captain?" Mac looked over at Bud who was recording the interview.

"We were heading away from the conflict when we pulled out of Greece so when we got the call to go dancing we had to come around after getting feet wet. Even after getting the call we had a fair distance to travel inland before we could meet the engagement but we weren't even feet dry when those Fulcrums came at us. We were still well out over the Med. They came at us battle-ready; Wolfman had them on his six like a bad case of haemorrhoids. The second Wolfman radioed me and told me that they had 'lock' I put in a call to go weapons-free."

"But preliminary reports say you didn't get the call to go weapons-free." Harm shot back at the aviator who was supporting his head with his hand.

"We were flying through one hell of a weather system; I wouldn't be surprised if something happened to fry my radio even though my plane showed no signs of a strike. It would explain why when I put out that UHF warning to the MiGs I didn't get a response. When I got a call from Trapper that the Wolfman was getting his wings clipped by that MiG's guns, I flipped the UHF back on and gave my signature war cry and dove head on in. I dropped from Angels 30 to Angels 5 in a matter of seconds and pulled right up that MiG's six blowing him all to shit." The CAG's eyes were like some great green steel, completely emotionless.

"A few things, Captain. You said you flipped on the UHF to issue a warning to the MiG's exactly what was that warning?" Mac had zeroed in on that part of the conversation.

"Pretty standard. Identify yourselves and assume a friendly flight pattern or we'll be forced to treat as hostile." Mitch Thomas even shrugged his shoulders to compliment the indifference with which the statement was issued.

"Who's Trapper CAG?" Harm asked as he leaned in off his chair,

"Lieutenant Jeffrey F.X McIntyre, Wolfman's RIO. Trapper sure was in control of that bird that night, Wolfman got his ass chewed out when he got back to the Ready Room. But Nighthawk was Sierra-Hotel that night; he splashed the last two bogeys. Me and Nighthawk went flying off to help the call that came in from the Kennedy but the Wolfman had to head on back, his engines were shot from being chased by that Fulcrum. His plane is still up for repairs, I had it held after the Skipper told me that those were Syrians not Serbs that we splashed." The CAG finished his story and pulled out a new pen for the upcoming flight schedule. "What happens now?"

"Well now we go chase down evidence and testimony that pertains to the incident." Mac replied as she, Harm and Bud came to attention.

"Dismissed." The CAG gave them the same flippant wave that the Skipper had given them when they were on the bridge.

"Well I don't particularly like the amount of care with which he seemed to deliver that story, the whole thing had the sterility of supply requisition but he didn't seem to be hiding anything." Harm commented as the two of them walked down the corridors of the ship.

"The whole thing sounded like a Flyboy playing Cowboy if you ask me." Mac retorted with a huff as they walked toward the officer's wardroom.

"Listen, there's no point in arguing, we won't know anything until we can get a look at both his Tomcat and Commander Robinson's Tomcat." Harm said as they walked into the wardroom to find the very two pilots they were looking for engaged in a rather heated game of euchre. "Commanders Hollinger and Robinson?" Harm questioned as he sat at the table.

"Who's askin'?" The one broader man with short chestnut hair replied.

"Commander Rabb and Major MacKenzie, we're here with the …"Harm was cut off by the taller blonde man.

"JAG corps, we know, Nighthawk here was just being a piss-ant." Commander Robinson replied.

"Well they're fucking lawyers, what the hell do they know about dogfights?" Commander Hollinger shot back.

"Commander Rabb here flew Tomcats off the Seahawk." Mac interjected hoping to stifle the indignation of the two men.

"That right? Well then you might actually have a brain in that fucking legal eagle head of yours." Hollinger said as he took the next trick.

"You'll have to excuse Nighthawk; he's been the CAG's wingman since flight school. He tends to get a little over-protective of him, all the Panthers do, especially Temptress." Commander Robinson pulled another chair over for him to kick his feet up on.

"Temptress?" Mac's inquisitive tone clearly insinuated what she was thinking. Commander Hollinger was about to say something when his euchre partner interrupted him.

"Lieutenant Jennifer Kraft and before you put the CAG's six in your crosshairs on a fraternization charge I think it's only fair to tell you that it's just a one way infatuation, she cares the world for him but the CAG is all business. He lives in his plane, in his stateroom or on the bridge; you'd be hard pressed to find him anywhere else." Commander Robinson was of the two officers, the more level headed one.

"So exactly what happened the night you guys downed those Syrian MiGs?" Harm asked like he was in the mood for a good fishing story.

"We encountered the MiGs before while we were still out over the Med; one caught my scent and fell in on my six. When I called the CAG and told him that the bogey on my six almost had me locked, Phoenix, that is, Captain Thomas, called in for weapons-free then opened the UHF channel and let out the war cry before coming down and blowing him out of the sky." Commander Robinson laughed a little under his breath.

"Commander this is the second time we've heard about this 'war cry', what is it exactly?" Bud interjected, there was something about this whole thing that seemed a little out of sorts.

"Lieutenant, the war cry of the Phoenix is legendary in the Adriatic theatre. The Skipper calls it a great screeching 'fuck off' to the enemy. But it can't be duplicated, it must be experienced." Commander Hollinger assumed his place in the conversation again with an understated laugh.

"So you were attacked and Captain Thomas responded to protect you, Commander Robinson?" Mac cut in.

"Saved my six ma'am, I just couldn't get my head into it that night, nearly got Trapper and myself killed. Of course Nighthawk here did his fair share to shake down those other two bogeys. If you want proof ma'am, you can go check out my plane, the tail, one of my afterburners and parts of my wings are shot to hell. It's a miracle I was able to trap." Robinson admonished.

"How did the CAG send you back home if his radio wasn't working?" Harm asked.

"He pulled up level with me and gave me the thumbs down, which meant I had to head home. I'd like to go write my wife if we're done here." Robinson got up from the table and when no one stopped him, he left the wardroom.

"Don't mind him; he's been kind of soft since he found out that he's about to miss out on the birth of his third child. You two are asking the wrong questions though, what you should be asking is what were Syrian MiGs doing that far over the Med, in the evening without us getting any word about it." Commander Hollinger started idly shuffling the cards in his hand.

"Commander, any idea how it is that one minute, the CAG's radio is working fine and then the next minute he can't manage to get in touch with the T.R. tower but you guys can hear the war cry over the UHF perfectly fine?" Harm had arrived at the impasse.

"Well Commander, either a lightning strike strafed Phoenix's regular radio channel or someone in T.R. tower cut off the CAG's radio." Hollinger looked smug.

"Well that begs the next question Commander, has the CAG been flying since the incident?" This question could add weight to the suspicions rolling in Harm's head.

"Yes sir, and his radio's been functioning fine." Commander Hollinger replied with a smug smile on his face.

"Thank you, Commander." With that the JAG officers got up out of their chairs and exited the wardroom. "Bud, go talk with the Maintenance crew Chief see if any work was done on the CAG's radio or if there were any lightning strikes, then report back to me before you go hot-bunking with the Marines tonight." Harm gave his friend a pat on the back before turning toward the Ship-to-shore phone.

"JAG Ops, Petty Officer Tiner speaking." The voice on the other end was a familiar sound of home.

"Tiner, it's Commander Rabb, get me Colonel Grant on the phone." Harm said as Mac waited patiently for an explanation as to what he was doing.

"Sir, Commander Rabb on line one." Tiner said into the intercom.

"City desk." The voice was Jim's

"Colonel, listen, I've got a sneaking suspicion that we're looking at something that's more than it appears. We need to know why those Syrians were flying over the Med, we need to know why the T.R didn't get a call from anyone warning them about non-participant jet aircraft in the area and we need to know why the CAG's aircraft had the most coincidental of coincidental radio malfunctions." Harm said with more than just a hint of sarcasm.

"Whose head do you want me to put through a wall?" Jim responded.

"Don't kill him, just talk to him." Harm tried to sound calming.

"Who?"

"Clayton Webb."