Chapter 13

The Commander was sitting at his desk contemplating, with some irritation, the pile of paperwork he had found when he arrived that morning. This was one of the duties that, while necessary, was often distasteful and almost always irritating. He preferred and fondly remembered his past in the field. While dangerous, it had never been boring.

When the discrete knock on his door sounded, he breathed a sigh of relief. Any disruption to his morning tasks was welcome. “Come.” He called out.

The man that came into the room was one of his lieutenants. A capable man, sometimes headstrong but always reliable and trustworthy.

“Yes, Michael, do you have something for me?”

“Yes, Sir, we have been contacted by our associates to the south. They have a request of us.”

“Really? And what do they want now? More guns, another submarine?”

“Sir, this is a modest request, but they are willing to pay handsomely for it.”

“Very well, it doesn’t cost anything to listen. What do they want.”

The Lieutenant passed over a folder to the Commander. “Well, Sir, they had a contract with the criminal group currently in power in Reno, Nevada. It was to locate and deliver a subject our associates badly wanted.”