Secret Warriors by W. E. B. Griffin

Author:W. E. B. Griffin [Griffin, W. E. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: World War; 1939-1945 - Secret Service, War Stories, World War 1939 to1945, General, United States, Espionage, Historical, War & Military, Men's Adventure, Fiction, Spy stories
ISBN: 9780515124903
Publisher: Jove
Published: 1999-06-01T06:38:35+00:00

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"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Sir."

"Lieutenant," Canidy said to Martin, "under no circumstances is our passenger to leave the aircraft."

"Yes, Sir," Lieutenant Martin said. Then, having taken a look at Fulmar, who was staring out the door, he went on in some embarrassment, "Sir, I feel I should tell the major I know this..." He searched for a properwordandfinauycameupwith"... individual."

"Fine," Canidy said.

"Then you two will have a chance for a little chat while Captain Whittaker and I are taking our leak."

"Yes, Sir," Lieutenant Martin said militarily. The captain was gone when they returned to the plane, and the fueling crew had topped off the tanks. Canidy made the preflight, then motioned for Second Lieutenant Holds worth Martin III to get aboard. "Sir, may I inquire as to my destination?" He had an accent. But not much, considering that Martin had been born in France, had a French mother, and had come to the United States for the first time just over two years before.

"I'm not sure if I have the authority to divulge that highly classified information," Canidy said.

"But, once we get in the air, if you've got a Class A uniform in your Val-Pak, you'd better change into it and hide that tommy gun someplace, or you're going to scare hell out of a bunch of bureaucrats."

"I was told to prepare myself for immediate overseas shipment, Sir," Martin said. "I don't know anything about that, Lieutenant," Canidy said. "But where you're probably going to spend the night is on the New Jersey seashore." Second Lieutenant C. Holds worth Martin III seemed more disappointed than surprised.

FOUR Anacostin Naval Air Station Washington, D.C. 00:05 Hours June 30,1942

"Anacostia clears Navy Six-one-one to land on runway three-one," the tower said.

"The winds are negligible, the altimeter is three-niner-niner eight."

"Understand three-one," Canidy replied. "You've got it," Jim Whittaker said, taking his hands off the wheel. "You don't think you can land it?"

Canidy asked. "What the hell, why not?" Whittaker replied, putting his hands back on the wheel and banking to the left to line himself up with the runway. "Six-one-one on final," Canidy said to the microphone.

"Wheels going down," he said, pressing the intercom switch.

"Flaps going to twenty percent. It gets dirty quick, Jim. Don't chop too much power."

"Got you." C "Wheels down and locked. Flaps at twenty percent. Jesus Christ, I said don't chop the throttles's "Whoops!" Whittaker said, advancing the throttles to increase his glide path.

"Now it's too much," Canidy said. "Work them yourself, goddamn it!"

Whittaker snapped. "You're flying it; go around if you have to," Canidy replied. "Oh shit," Whittaker said, Page 110

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