Predator by James A. Moore

Author:James A. Moore
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Titan

CHAPTER EIGHT

2006

By the time the call finally came through, Scott had begun to think the Major had forgotten all about it.

It had been almost nine months since he and Dutch Schaefer had spoken at Moreno’s stronghold, and for the majority of that time Scott had been on tenterhooks. He had just reached the stage where his first waking thought each morning had not been to wonder if today might be the day, when he received a message to say that Captain Starkey wanted to see him.

Major Dutch Schaefer was the last thing on Scott’s mind when he knocked on Starkey’s door. He assumed the Captain simply wanted to share the latest intel or discuss another potential mission with him. He was surprised, therefore, when, after being invited to sit down, Starkey said, “You’ll be having a visitor tomorrow, Sergeant.”

“Will I, sir?” said Scott. “Who?”

“A Major Alan Schaefer has asked to speak with you. I believe the two of you are acquainted?”

“Our paths have crossed on a couple of missions, sir, but I wouldn’t really say I know the Major.”

“Hmm.” Starkey was a hawk-faced man with no discernible sense of humor. “So you have no idea what this meeting might be about?”

“Have you not been briefed about it, sir?”

“I have not.” The Captain was clearly not happy about the fact.

Scott briefly considered divulging the details of the last conversation he had had with Schaefer, then immediately rejected the idea. Not only did Captain Starkey have no sense of humor, he also had no imagination.

“I’m sure it won’t be anything to worry about, sir,” Scott said smoothly. “Whenever I’ve encountered Major Schaefer, procedures have been followed to the letter.”

“I have no doubt about that, Sergeant,” Starkey said, then hesitated. Finally, he muttered, “You will do me the courtesy of letting me know if you’re planning to move on from us, though, won’t you?”

Scott raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I have no plans on that score, sir.”

Starkey’s expression remained unchanged. “Perhaps not. But you’re a fine soldier, Sergeant. I would hate to lose you.”

“That’s not going to happen, sir,” Scott said, touched by his superior’s comment.

Starkey leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands in front of him, his idea of a relaxing pose. “Well, all right, Sergeant. Be here at eleven hundred hours tomorrow. You and Major Schaefer can use my office.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” Scott said.

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