She was, wasn’t she?
“Well here’s the situation,” the colonel told her, starting to explain how they had tried to talk to the Chinese yesterday.
“Important officers in the Chinese military all speak English,” she insisted, absentmindedly taking a stray strand of hair and pulling over her ear.
“They may speak it, but in the heat of the battle, they don’t understand it too well.”
“You can have language experts on call at Dreamland.”
Damn, she was being difficult. “In the heat of the moment, it would be easier if you could press a button and what you said was translated and broadcast,” said Dog. “It would prevent misunderstanding, and there’d be no time delay.”
“Mmmm,” she said.
“Can you insert some sort of translator into the communications sections?”
“I’d have to think about it.”
Busting his chops, definitely. He could see the start of a grin on her face, a slight hint.
Man, he just wanted to jump in bed with her.
“We should be ready to preflight in ten minutes,” said Rosen from near the doorway.
“I may be delayed,” the colonel said. “I have to check back with Dream Command.”
“You can do that from the flight deck, Daddy,” said Breanna. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to say “Daddy,” Colonel,” she added in a tone of voice that left no doubt that she’d done it on purpose.
“Colonel Bastian, I need a word,” said Danny Freah, squeezing inside. “Has to be private, sir.”
“Well, I was just leaving,” said Jennifer.
Dog managed to sit down in the chair without stopping her.
“Have a good sleep?” asked Danny.
“Yes, Captain, I did,” said Colonel Bastian. “Go ahead.”
“The girl we picked up, from the village.”
“We still have her?”
Dog listened as Danny explained in detail what had happened, what the girl had told Stoner, and what Stoner’s team had discovered on the atoll stations.
“I should have told you she tried to shoot me,” said Danny when he was done. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I—it’s a little hard to explain.”
“You better try, Captain.”
“Yes, sir. This isn’t an excuse.” Danny’s body seemed to deflate. “In Bosnia, there was an accident, an innocent woman trying to protect a kid.”
As Dog listened, he noticed Danny kept shifting his hands awkardly. He’d never seen the captain so ill at ease.
Dog rubbed his forehead, unsure exactly what to say, much less to do. conceivably, his captain could be charged with dereliction of duty for not taking the situation seriously.
On the other hand, if this woman was just a housewife in the village—hell.
“Search the village,” Dog told Freah. “Secure it.”
“What about the atoll? I’d like to check it out ASAP.”
“All right, I’ll talk to Woods. If you’re looking for force backup—”
“I have what I need,” said Danny. “We’ll use the Marines here.”
“Not without Woods’ okay.”
“They’re authorized to secure the island.”
“Not the atoll.”
“Right,” said Danny. “One other thing. I want us to move the people in that village when we’re done. If we just turn them over to the Filipinos, they’ll be slaughtered.”
“I doubt that’s true. I …”
“We can move them ourselves. I’ll scout a new spot for them on the south part of the island. We can have them there tonight,” Danny said firmly.
“Let’s find out what’s in the village,” said Dog. “Inspect it, then contact me.”
“Can we move them? I have to know what I’m going to do with them.”
“It’s not my decision,” Dog said. “It’s up to Admiral Woods, and probably Admiral Allen. They’ll deal with it.”
“But they’ll take your advice.”
“They may, they may not,” said Dog. “More likely the latter.”
“You don’t like her at all, do you,” said Zen, rolling alongside Breanna as she walked to the Navy’s mess tent.
“Please, Jeff, we’ve been over this a million times,” she said. “Let’s talk about something else, okay?”
“Green-eyed jealousy. Hell hath no fury like a jealous lady.”
“At least you know your clickés.” Breanna swung through the door without holding it for him. A fresh batch of pancakes was just being put out; she loaded a double-high stack on her plate.
“Packing it in, huh?” said Zen when she returned to the table. He was sipping a cup of black coffee.
“On a diet?” she asked, taking a bite of her pancakes.
“Trying to get back my girlish figure.”