Shooters by W. E. B. Griffin

Author:W. E. B. Griffin [Griffin, W. E. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Action & Adventure, Drug Dealers - Uruguay, General, United States, Suspense fiction, War & Military, Men's Adventure, Undercover operations, Fiction
ISBN: 9780515145700
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2008-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

�The stuff from Bragg?�

Castillo nodded. �Tonight it goes into an MP lot. In the morning, Colonel Richardson will have it moved to a guarded hangar at Hanchey�one of the airfields.�

�Yes, sir. Am I going with you tomorrow, sir?�

�You and the magic box.�

�Sir, it might be a good idea if we had our own wheels.�

�I didn�t think of that,� Crenshaw said. �What would you like?�

�Sir, vans are pretty inconspicuous. And I don�t think we need a driver.�

�Randy?� the general said.

�I�ll have one here in fifteen minutes, sir.�

�This should take me about ninety seconds, sir,� Neidermeyer said to Castillo, and walked out of the room.

Richardson walked to a telephone on a credenza, took a small notebook from his pocket, found what he was looking for, and dialed a number.

�Colonel Richardson, Sergeant. General Crenshaw desires that a van be sent immediately to the Magnolia House. A driver will not be required.

�Yes, Sergeant, I�m aware that it�s unusual. But that is the general�s desire.�

He listened a moment and said, �Thank you,� and hung up.

For Christ�s sake, Righteous!

You�re a lieutenant colonel. You can give orders for a lousy van all by yourself.

You didn�t have to hide behind Crenshaw�s stars.

Castillo caught General Wilson�s watching eye.

And that wasn�t lost on him, either.

�A van has been laid on, sir,� Richardson announced.

�Thank you.�

Neidermeyer walked back into the living room and handed a handset to Castillo.

�They say twenty-five feet max with no wire, but give it a try.�

Castillo looked at the handset, saw H. R. MILLER, JR. on its small screen, pushed the loudspeaker button, and said, �So I shamed you into not taking off early?�

�Where are you, Charley?�

�In Magnolia House at Rucker. And guess who�s with me?�

�No, thanks.�

�General Wilson and Randy Richardson.�

�You�re on loudspeaker?�

�Yeah.�

�Good evening, sir. Dick Miller, sir. Hey, Righteous, how they hanging?�

�Hello, Dick,� General Wilson said. �Good to hear your voice.�

Restraining a smile, Wilson added softly to General Crenshaw: �That�s Dick Miller�s son. He�s also a classmate of Randy�s.�

�Hello, Miller,� Richardson said without enthusiasm.

�Anything happen?� Castillo asked.

�I made the deposit to the bank where you were earlier,� Miller said. �That airplane�s back from you know where. The pilot thereof is crashing in suburbia. He says if you need to go anywhere in the next twenty-four hours, take a bicycle. The copilot�s on his way you know where, and the plane that took him will bring J. Edgar Hoover, Jr., back here. That�s about it.�

�In the morning, I�m going to Mississippi to see the ambassador. Then back here.�

�How are you going to get to Mississippi?�

�I rented a T206H.�

�You�ll be flying right over what used to be Pascagoula and Biloxi.�

�Yeah, I guess.�

�I�ve been watching that on the tube right now. Incredible. The storm surge picked up a couple of those floating casinos and dumped them two, three hundred yards�maybe more�inland. There are slot machines all over. No damage at Rucker?�

�I didn�t see any. Nothing like that.�

�Okay, Chief. Keep in touch.�

Castillo pushed the OFF button.

�I�ll hang this up, Jamie. Make yourself a drink. And while you�re at it, see what Colonel Richardson will have.

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