| From: | Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Recalled to the Colours |
| Date: | Thu, 9 Dec 1999 22:25:36 +0000 |
>>>>>[Ah, shit.
I _knew_ this was going to happen. But I thought it would take longer.
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L: Major J R W Lynch, UCASMC(R)
K: RAdm J Kowalski, UCASN
K: Jason? You hear the news about Elliott?
L: Yeah. Just fought off a platoon-strength merc attack, didn't he?
K: Yeah. And the FBI pulled him out, and sent a dozen agents to escort
him to the airport. And Malone's guys wiped them out en route.
L: Holy _fuck_.
K: Six plus Elliott dead, all the rest badly wounded. They walked right up
to Elliott and shot him five times in the head to be sure. Lone Star got
there in time to put out the fires and mop up the blood.
L: Just how stupid is Malone?
K: No, how smart. Seneca are gridlocked, the Hill's waking up and
demanding action, Mallins is trying to hold off the media circus. It's
turned into a Mongolian clusterfuck and Malone's skating clear through
the middle of it.
L: I take it you have some sort of plan.
K: Yeah. I want you back in the field, going after Malone.
L: God _damn_ it, Jane -
K: Jason, that's a request not an order. But what else have we got?
Malone's laughing at us. He's got the FBI scared and the cops bought.
Either we do something, right now, or he walks. And you and Lilith are
the only aces I've got to play.
After this, you can talk about coming back, you can tell me to go to
hell, you can do what you like. But I need you for this and I got to ask
you to help.
L: How long do I have to think about it?
K: Thirty seconds. This is all going down too fast, Jason, we have to work
quickly.
<pause 18.3 seconds>
L: Rules of engagement?
K: Agency rules. I already cleared it with Trenton and with Strader. That's
three votes on the Committee to back you up. O'Neill will back you too,
I just can't raise him, Aspen won't put me through to his chalet <laughs>
L: How official are we?
K: As official as you want. You're SOCOM, not law enforcement for this.
Anyone screams posse comitatus, point them to Presidential Decision
Directive 25 and at me. Use the law enforcers where you can, but don't
let that stop you from getting Malone. You want to wear uniform, fuck
it, do it. Malone killed four FBI officers and laughed.
We can't let scumbags think they can kill their way out of trouble,
Jason. If you can't get Malone in Seattle, you'll have to chase him to
Vegas, but he has to go down hard for this wherever he goes down.
L: I still didn't say I'd do it.
K: Your thirty seconds were up two minutes ago. Shit or get off the pot,
Marine.
L: Ah, fuck it all. Okay. I'm in. Who's point of contact? Quinn?
K: Guess so. Don't know how much of that operation's intact. Good luck,
Jason.
L: I'm going to need it, Jane.
K: One thing. Tell me you really don't want to do this.
<pause>
K: Go on. Tell me you weren't beginning to itch, to miss it, to want to get
back into the field. Say it to me before Wolf.
L: You're as much of a bitch as Quinn or Lilith, Jane.
K: I'll take that as a compliment.
L: It sure as hell is one. Okay, we're moving.
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-- Lynch <22:25:27/12-09-60>
