Rogue warrior--SEAL Force Alpha by Marcinko Richard & Weisman John

Author:Marcinko, Richard & Weisman, John
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: United States. Navy. SEALs, Rogue Warrior (Fictitious character), Special forces (Military science), Terrorism, Commando troops
Publisher: New York : Pocket Books
Published: 1998-05-30T16:00:00+00:00

ROGUE WARRIOR: SEAL FORCE ALPHA

cabinets and document safes. Two old wood desks holding desktop computer terminals sat one opposite the other in the center of the room. The desks looked like they belonged to grad students in the final throes of dissertation writing: each was piled high with miscellaneous memoranda, news clips, books, maps, and other research materials. Power cords and telephone lines ran haphazardly across the threadbare wall-to-wall carpet. A dusty laser printer, wired through a three-position data transfer box, sat atop a two-drawer document safe.

I closed the door behind me. The office was empty except for a late-middle-aged woman behind the rearmost desk, a desk so neat and orderly that it looked out of place in the chaos that surrounded it. She was half-standing so she could see me over the piles of files, miscellaneous boxes, not to mention her own humongous computer screen. She waved at me. "Captain Marcinko?"

I nodded.

She worked her way around the maze of office stuff and took a couple of steps in my direction, her hand extended. "Come on back and wait with me until Admiral Prescott's ready for you. I'm Avenir Reynolds—his assistant."

I extended my own hand. "Nice to meet you Ms. Reynolds."

"Avenir—Avenir, please."

"Sure." I slalomed over the paper berm and desks piled high with bureaucratic detritus toward her desk. I stopped as I caught sight of the aged, creaky-looking straight-back wood chair that sat dead center in front of her schoolmarm's desk. It was so decrepit that it would probably buckle under my weight. "If it's all right with you, I'll stand."

"He might be a while."

"It's okay—I don't mind standing." Of course he'd be a while. Keeping me waiting was SOP for Pinky. He thinks it gets me on edge; knocks me off my timing. But all it really does is give me more of a chance to Boehm him.

Avenir straightened her perfect bun, took a close look at her creaky chair, then looked back at me with a bemused, quasi-motherly expression. "Why not sit at his desk and have a nice hot cup of coffee while you're waiting."

Sit at his desk? That meant he wasn't around. Would I like to sit at (read rummage through) Pinky's desk without him in attendance? Hey—does the pope speak fifty-seven languages?

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