“Water warm?” asked Bison.
“Yeah,” said Danny, puling on a T-shirt.
“Say Captain, mind if I ask you something?”
“What’s that?”
“How come Powder chose that reading?”
“Sorry?” said Danny, thinking he’d misunderstood.
“Powder—Liu told me to make sure the chaplain got the verse right. That’s what he wanted read? Turn the other cheek and all that shit? I don’t get it.”
Danny pulled on his shirt. “I don’t know,” he said. he hadn’t realized Powder himself had chosen the reading.
“It’s supposed to be a message to us, sure, all right, I can understand that,” said Bison. “But from Powder? Man, he liked to shoot things up. Now he’s telling us to turn the other cheek? Shit. Powder?”
bison—who’d never gotten along particularly well with Powder while he was alive—looked a little as if he was going to cry.
“To be honest, I don’t get it either,” said Danny. “I miss him, though. Already.”
“Yeah, weird. Powder. Fuck. It sucks, Captain.”
“It does suck, Bison. Big time.”
“He told us about you in Sarajevo, how you saved his life that time.”
“It wasn’t Sarajevo,” said Danny. He ran his pinkie around the corner of his ear, clearing out the water. Bison was waiting for the full story, but Danny didn’t feel like telling it. He gave the short version. “We were in town about twenty miles south of there. Guy came around the corner. I popped him. That was it, basically.”
“I’m glad you did.”
Danny laughed as he pulled on his shirt. “Yeah, me too. Because the son of a bitch would’ve popped me next. Had a stinking Uzi—where the hell do you think he got an Uzi, huh? Those things are supposed tp be damn expensive.”
By the time the captain reached the trailer, Dog was already giving the pilots the lowdown. Even before he heard the words, Danny knew from the colonel’s face a heap of bullshit had gone down. Colonel Bastian always wore “the Pentagon stare” when he had to dish out a line he didn’t agree with. Today it was mixed with something else Danny saw even less often, genuine anger, though Bastian wasn’t venting.
“Bottom line, we continue monitoring the Chinese sub until further notice. Bree, your plane’s out in three hours, relieving Major Alou. My replacement will take Iowa six hours after that. We’ll keep turning it around until we’re ordered to go home.”
Zen raised his hand to interrupt. “Colonel, Jen and I have been doing a little thinking. With a little work, we may be able to squeeze the gear tightly enough and route things so Raven and Quicksilver can fly one of the Flighthawks and handle Piranha at the same time.”
“Well, that’s not really necessary,” said Bastian.
“It would keep the Chinese off us,” said Zen. “The way things are going, it makes sense for a Fligthhawk to be along.”
“Our orders are not to engage the enemy,” Colonel Bastian’s eyes were almost glassy—obviously that was the heart of the trouble.
“Flighthawks can help hold them off,” said Zen. “Bree wouldn’t have had to get that close to the Viking. Besides, if the subs surfaces, the Flighthawk can get up close and personal.”
The colonel turned to Jennifer Gleason. “Is it doable?” he asked.
One thing Danny had to give Dog—there was no visible sign that he was sleeping with her; his voice was as gruff with her as it was with anyone.
Another thing he had to give Bastian—the ol’ dog sure could pick ’em.
“We can do it, but only with Iowa because of the second control bay. I just don’t have the space to get the computer into Quicksilver and Raven. I mean, if we had more time—”
Dog held up his hand. “How long?”
“Six or seven hours. Tommy Jacobs is coming in on the next flight with the pilot, and he’s bring a full—”
“Okay,” said Dog.
“I’ll take Zen’s place on Quicksilver,” said Fentress.
Bastian’s Pentagon stare dissolved into a faint smile. He folded his arms in front of his chest. “So what else have you decided in my absence?”
“We didn’t decide,” said Bree innocently.
“We might have discussed it a little,” said Fentress.
Colonel Bastian shook his head and turned to Danny. “Captain Freah, you missed a little at the top there. I have business at Dreamland. The mission continues; reconnaissance only. You will continue to provide security for the Megafortresses. I realize it’s superfluous,” he added. “I trust the Marines, but I want at least a token presence. Work out what equipment and personnel we need to keep here.”
“Yes, sir,” said Danny.
“All right, well, let’s get cranking then. I have to pack. Commander Stein will be in charge of operation as of ten seconds ago.” Dog glanced at his watch, then back at them. “I expect everyone to follow orders to the best of their ability. And in some cases, beyond.”
Zen let his wheelchair slide down the ramp, rushing so close to Breanna he nearly spun her around.
“Hey, hot rod,” she said, grabbing hold of the side. “Watch where you’re going.”
“Gimps have the right of way,” said Zen.