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Decompressing lieutenant time to hook up your ox

I have received condolences from the President of the United States, the Vice

President, the Secretary of Defense, the Secretary of the Navy, the Chief of

Naval Operations, and all their military minions. What I have not received is an

explanation as to the how and why of my son's death.

Do you believe the Navy's covering something, Senator?

They better not be, or I'll end more careers than Tailhook.

Are we covering something?

If we are... Have a seat.

Someone's not only stupid, but about to lose their head. And you, Mr. Rabb, are

going to be the executioner.

Sir? Lieutenant Douglas Marion drowned during night maneuvers with SEAL Team 2

of Puerto Rico.

A SEAL drowned?

He wasn't a SEAL. He was a naval aviator attached to the team for training.

Uh -uh. Right. If those SEALs got Lieutenant Marion in over his head, no

intended, it could be negligence.

If it is, I want to stomp on it for the center of the media.

I'll catch the first available flight to Rosie Road, sir.

How about an F -14?

Out of... Pax River.

That would get me there ASAP, sir.

Admiral, does that report say what type of training?

In this paradigm of brevity, it only says the lieutenant drowned during

with SEAL Team 2.

So they're stonewalling you, too.

Please, uh, please come in, Senator. This is Lieutenant Commander Rapp.

Commander. My condolences, ma 'am. I don't need any more Navy condolences,

man. I need answers.

And I was told that you could give them to me. I will, Madam Senator, after our

investigation.

You're a SEAL.

I was, yes, ma 'am.

That's like letting the SS investigate Auschwitz.

I, um, I realize you have suffered a great loss, madam.

But your comparison is outrageous.

If there is any negligence involved in your son's death, I will prosecute it to

its full extent under the Uniform Code of Military Justice.

Any further questions can be answered by Lieutenant Commander Rabb, who is

heading the investigation of your son's death, and who, as you can see, is not a

SEAL. Feel free to use my office as long as you need, Senator.

That Admiral's right.

My statement was inexcusable.

Yes, ma 'am.

Well, you don't have to agree with me so quickly, Commander.

You're obviously a person who speaks your mind, ma 'am. I assume you expect

same from others.

You remind me of my son.

He was a pilot just like you.

What squadron was he with, ma 'am?

I don't know.

We didn't communicate much after he joined the Navy.

You didn't improve?

No.

I didn't approve.

And I was right.

Because he's dead?

Obviously.

Did he love the Navy, ma 'am? Oh, please.

Don't give me that he died with his boots on crap.

My son was destined for more than a six -by -three plot in Arlington.

They all were, ma 'am.

I realize it's no consolation, but at least he'll be buried in good company.

There'll be no burial at Arlington, Commander. No trifolded flag.

No missing man fly by.

No 21 -gun salute. I will not let the Navy off that easily.

Hoo -yah!

There's many a boy who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.

General William, to come to Sherman.

Hoo -yah!

It is well the war is so terrible. We should all go to fond of it. General

Robert E. Lee, in war, there's no substitute for victory.

Douglas MacArthur. Okay, here's the tough one. Wherever our enemy goes, our

troops go also.

Ulysses S. Gray.

Who also said, let there be peace?

Sorry, sir.

This hangar is off -limits to unauthorized personnel.

I'm looking for Lieutenant Alexander Kellogg.

I'm Lieutenant Kellogg.

Lieutenant Commander Rav, Jag.

Welcome aboard, sir.

Been expecting someone from Jag to sign off on Lieutenant Marion.

Doug wasn't a SEAL, but he was under my command.

And I've never lost a man before.

What's with the quotations? The warrior -scholar thing. It's my number two's

idea. Frank!

Explain your distraction theory to Commander Rav. Sir, it's the left brain,

right brain thing. By focusing on something unrelated to the task you're

performing, like quotations, you overcome anxiety.

Well, you wouldn't do this while disarming mines, would you?

I don't disarm mines, sir. That's Lieutenant Kellogg's specialty.

Well, then you and I better have a chat, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

As you were, people.

We have a mine in Washington waiting to go off, Lieutenant, by the name of

Senator Grace Marion.

Doug's mother. Yes, and you and I are going to disarm her.

How's that, sir? With the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,

help you God, starting with an after -action report that contains more than

deceased's name, rank, and social security number.

My partner will be here in three hours. I'll expect your report in two. We'll

need an office.

Team ready room is at your disposal, sir.

After I've read your report, we'll interview each member of your team.

Now, if the brevity of your first report was merely due to the stress of the

moment, we should be out of here tomorrow. If not, well...

You wish we were.

Where's the B .O .Q.? Outside the hangar. Turn right, two blocks down.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,

help you God?

I do.

Please have a seat, sir.

For the record, would you please state your full name, rank, and command?

Alexander W. Kellogg, Lieutenant, SEAL Team 2.

Special Operations Command.

Roosevelt Roads, Puerto Rico.

According to your revised after -action report, Lieutenant Douglas Marion was

assigned to your SEAL team only two days before his death.

Yes, sir.

Why was Naval Aviator training with SEALs? Sir, we frequently train people

skills can be used on any number of missions.

Missions that haven't been scheduled?

Yes, sir. General training.

Wouldn't Lieutenant Marion have had to volunteer for this general training?

Yes, sir.

Special Ops is 100 % volunteer.

So Lieutenant Marion volunteered to train with SEALs in case he was ever

for a special ops mission?

Yes, sir. And you have no idea what that mission might be were it ever to be

scheduled? Well, sir, I assume it would have something to do with his skills as

a pilot.

According to the after -action report, Lieutenant Marion died during a night

helo cast in recovery.

Yes, ma 'am.

Your night jump standard on your training, T .O .E.? SEALs work almost

exclusively at night, ma 'am.

Our table of operations requires us to train under actual mission conditions.

What were the parameters of your training mission, Henson?

Just to do a night 30 -30 helo captain recovery, sir.

30 -30?

Our chopper flies at 30 knots, 30 feet off the deck, ma 'am, and we jump naked.

Naked? With, um, out of parachute.

According to this report, you were the first one to reach Lieutenant Marion

after your 30 -30 insertion.

I was.

What did you do, Chief?

I checked his pulse, sir.

Couldn't get one.

I didn't really expect one.

It was obvious he was dead.

Why is that?

I've seen my share of dead men, sir.

Where, Chief?

I'm afraid that's classified, sir.

Black ops?

Yes, sir.

Was this a black op, Chief?

No, sir.

Just on a training mission.

What did Lieutenant Kellogg do?

He called off the exercise, sir. We RV'd with the sub and came home.

I'm sorry, Petty Officer, you did what?

Rendezvoused with the Seawolf. It's a submarine man.

Your recovery was made by submarine?

Yes, sir.

How long between the drop and the pickup?

A couple hours.

Maybe a little less, sir.

Why didn't you radio for the chopper to return?

They were out of range by the time I knew Doug was dead.

You treaded water for a couple of hours until the sea wolf showed up?

We are seals.

Treading water is one of the things that we do.

If this was just a cast and recovery, why the two -hour wait, Lieutenant?

We were to swim to shore and back.

It's not in your report.

That's because we didn't do it, sir.

I didn't want to leave Doug's body.

Submarine's not in your report either, Lieutenant.

It isn't, sir?

No, it isn't.

After we determined that Lieutenant Marion was dead, we extracted back to

Roosevelt Road without further incident.

I assumed you had extracted the way you came in, by helicopter.

No, sir.

Submarine.

Would you like to amend this? Yes, I would, sir.

How far offshore were you, Lieutenant?

Less than one mile.

Was Lieutenant Marion capable of swimming ashore and back?

Yes, sir.

He did a five -mile swim with us the first day he reported in.

I'd like to see a 30 -30 helo cast from the tree.

Think you'd make that happen, Lieutenant?

Oh, yes, sir.

If I had proper authorization.

Will it do?

Yes, sir, it will.

How soon would you like to see that demo?

Before the sun goes down.

Yes, sir.

That'll be all for now, Lieutenant.

They're covering something, Har.

I know.

How'd you prepare, Lieutenant Marion, for 30 -30?

It's been an afternoon jumping him into the airbag teaching proper landing

techniques. So in two days he proved he could swim five miles and learn to land

safely in the water jumping from a chopper. Yes, sir. He was very athletic.

Well, if he could land and he could swim, Lieutenant, why'd he drown?

I don't know, sir.

He might have hit something in the water that knocked him out.

There wasn't any report either.

I don't put speculation in my report, sir.

Don't put much of anything in your reports, Lieutenant.

Bravo 1, Bravo 2, ready to execute.

Bravo 2, Bravo 1, you are a go.

Roger, understand we are a go.

Bravo 2 out.

I guess you really do have to be crazy to be a SEAL.

There's no crazier than ejecting from a cockpit with a rocket up your butt, sir.

Maybe not, but I only do that when I don't have a choice.

You really expect Senator Marion to believe her son's death wasn't due to

negligence when she sees a demonstration like that?

Sir, I swear it's not as hard as it looks. I could even teach a senator how

do it.

You may have to.

So far, I've found massive head trauma, four fractured cervical vertebrae, a

crushed chest, and lacerated lung, any of which would be fatal.

Are you saying he didn't drown, Doctor?

Didn't have time to. The impact killed it.

The first good news we've heard.

Sir? It mitigates negligence, may?

Best trained SEAL in the Navy could be killed hitting something in the water.

just hitting the water. A terminal velocity would be as hard as concrete.

Terminal velocity is 125 miles an hour, Doc.

Which one would attain rather rapidly when your parachute doesn't open?

Why would you assume he had a shoe?

Of course.

That explains the low oxygen levels in his blood.

He fell out of an airplane, didn't he?

Jumped. How low were his oxygen levels?

Low enough to render him unconscious before he hit the water.

Can you estimate how far he fell without oxygen?

Roughly. He was without oxygen at least two minutes, I'd say 20 ,000 feet or

more.

What would you say if someone told you this officer was killed jumping from a

helicopter flying at 30 knots, 30 feet above the water?

I'd call him a liar.

Lieutenant Kellogg, you and your men will stand down and restrict yourself to

quarters for the remainder of our investigation.

What? Frank, restriction to quarters is reserved for flight risks, Commander.

Seals are famous for slipping off into the night.

Lieutenant.

These warnings are to advise you of your rights under the UCMJ.

Initial each line, affix your signature, and return them to me.

I'm suspected of committing the following offenses.

What's an Article 134?

False swearing.

Specifically giving false statements under oath.

Commander, you don't want to do this. No, I don't. But I'm going to. You lied

us, Lieutenant. You all did.

Lieutenant Marion didn't die executing a 30 -30 insertion. He was killed in a

halo jump.

High altitude, low open. Only his parachute didn't open, did it,

No, sir. No matter how athletic, one can't halo qualify in two days, can

No, they can't, sir.

No, but you took him up anyway and it killed him.

Yes, sir.

In my book, Lieutenant, that's gross negligence.

Your book isn't the one we're ordered to work from, Commander. We all work from

the same book, mister.

It's called the UCMJ, Uniform Code of Military Justice.

Sir, if you'd speak to my commanding officer, General Bankey.

General? Special Ops South is commanded by an Army one -star, sir.

He could be a five -star and he wouldn't get you out of this one.

With all due respect, Commander, I think he can.

General Bankey, sir?

Enter.

Lieutenant Commander Rapser.

At ease, Commander.

I understand you stood down one of my units.

Yes, sir. They're facing very serious charges.

What's that?

False swearing, failure to obey regulations.

Got any big guns?

Involuntary manslaughter due to culpable negligence.

Well,

that's 155 hours, sir.

But what I don't understand is why you're firing it.

Lieutenant Kellogg's after -action report clearly indicates that death was

accident. His report is filled with misinformation, General. I can prove

the exercise in question was a halo jump, not a 30 -30 insertion. Lieutenant

Marion wasn't qualified for halos.

Well, if that's true, Kellogg showed remarkably poor judgment,

especially since Lieutenant Marion has such an important mother.

Everyone's mother is important, General. Perhaps.

But not everyone's mother is a United States senator.

You have quite a problem, Commander.

Begging the General's pardon, Sir, but how is it my problem?

The Navy's already running low in the water.

What, with all the harassment charges and the F -14 crashes?

You hardly need a SEAL scandal.

Those SEALs were under your command, General.

There are 14 units attached to my command, Mr. Rabb.

I use them as needed to fulfill my missions, but they all train on their

initiative. Well, then how is it Lieutenant Kellogg feels you can save

I have no idea.

Probably grabbing at straws, hoping his seals are indispensable to my

operations. Are they, General?

Absolutely not.

You're normally headquartered in Florida, aren't you, sir? Adam McDill?

I go where the action is.

That's in Puerto Rico?

Cuba's right down the block, Commander, and that's all I have to say about that.

Any other questions?

Not at this time, sir.

Bury this at sea, Commander.

Sir?

Well, there's nothing to be gained by ruining a young officer who's probably

learned more from this one misjudgment than any punishment you could give him.

Well, that one misjudgment cost a man his life, sir.

I can't ignore that.

Well, I'm just thinking about what's best for the Navy, Commander.

So am I, sir.

General.

Captain Perry!

General,

rewrite the mission.

Without the seals.

Yes, sir.

I'm glad I don't have to break them.

I could order you to.

You could, sir, but you won't.

And why not?

Because then you'd have to deal with a senator who'd rather face his anger than

her eyes.

Alert!

Out of flight, Admiral.

Bumpy.

Senator, this is Lieutenant J .G. Austin.

She'll be acting as your escort here.

My condolences, Senator.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I'll add them to my list.

I didn't come to Puerto Rico to take a tour of the base, Admiral. I came for my

son's body.

Commander? I'm afraid we can't release the lieutenant's body at this time, ma

'am. Then why not?

The pathologist hasn't finished his forensics report.

It wasn't a simple accident, was it?

I can't say, ma 'am. Our investigation isn't complete.

You mean a cover -up? My officers don't cover, Senator.

Ma 'am, I've made arrangements for you at the VIP quarters. I'm sure you'll

it more conducive to asking questions than the flight line.

Is it also more conducive to getting answers, Lieutenant?

Better than here, Ma 'am.

We'll see.

How bad is it, Mr. Ram?

Looks like the SEAL team is negligent and tried to cover it, sir.

Damned.

I want to face the face with them.

I assumed you would, Admiral. I have the team standing by.

My name is Admiral Check Whedon.

I'm the Judge Advocate General of the United States Navy.

Before I leave this hangar, I will know the why and the how

of Lieutenant Douglas Marion's death.

Well, Commander Rabb here is going to have your ad.

And I'm going to own your soul.

General Banker gave me a direct order, sir.

To commit a false after -action report.

Yes, sir.

And you did it. Sir, it was a direct order, sir. But was it lawful?

Sir, I have to assume any order in the Black Operation is lawful, or I wouldn't

obey half of them. It wasn't a training jump. Lieutenant Marion was killed on a

mission, wasn't he?

As you were, Chief.

Sorry, boss, I can't let you twist in the wind alone.

Sir, I've been doing this longer than a lieutenant.

I should have known better, sir.

Yes, you should have, Chief.

Dammit, Chief, I said as you were.

Aye, sir.

Your adherence to your code of silence is admirable, Lieutenant, but now the

cat's out of the bag, may as well tell us to rest.

An oath is an oath, sir.

I don't take them lightly.

Many an honorable man's perished on that sword, son.

So be it, sir.

It was the drug interdiction mission, sir. As you were, Frank.

In the Columbia, sir. Are you all deaf?

I know the feeling, Lieutenant. I have the same problem with my people.

What was Lieutenant Marion's role in the mission?

He was to fly out a plane intelligence said would be there.

I guess the idea was to show the drug lords their cocaine planes weren't safe,

even in their own backyards, sir.

Why didn't you just get a pilot who was Halo qualified?

General Bankey changed the method of insertion from 30 -30 to Halo.

Two hours before launch.

Why? I believe he wanted us to turn him down, sir.

His boys were assigned the mission until someone from Navy talked Washington

into giving it to us.

Some Pentagon pencil pusher's idea, a way of grabbing good headlines.

Yes, sir.

Sir, it's no excuse.

But Lieutenant Marion said if he could eject from 35 ,000, why couldn't he

I agreed.

I thought his only problem might be landing in water with all the gear we

So we each took some of his load.

He only jumped with his suit, chute, and O2 bottle. I never thought he'd panic

and rip off his oxygen mask.

Did you recover his equipment?

Yes, sir.

The O2 bottle was half full. His mask was functioning properly.

A naval aviator would never rip off his oxygen mask, sir, unless something were

very wrong.

I agree. Check it out, Mr. Rabb.

I'm going to have a little conversation with this General Penke.

Sir?

I understand the lieutenant's mother's here.

Unfortunately? SEAL Team 2 has a tradition.

of writing a letter before every mission in case we don't return.

Lieutenant Marion wrote this. If you would give it to his mother, I would

appreciate it, sir.

He's only with you two days.

He jumped with SEAL Team 2, sir.

And tradition's tradition.

I like you, son.

Probably gonna hang you, but I like you.

Yes, sir!

Thank you, sir!

You know who started that tradition, Lieutenant?

No, sir.

Ensign Chigwit.

Oh,

look at them, so young and cocky.

They think they're invincible.

They are, ma 'am.

What world do you live in, Lieutenant?

Dying in the service is dying with honor.

Honor belongs to the soul, which is invincible.

Oh, I see.

So now my son lives on forever in some Valhalla reserved for training

The tragedy of his death doesn't diminish the honor, ma 'am.

There is no honor in a useless death, Lieutenant.

No death is useless. They all serve a purpose.

Even if in our grief it eludes us.

The purpose of my son's death doesn't elude me.

It's to dismantle a seal so more young lives aren't wasted.

This here was secured right after the accident.

Looks brand new.

Special ops issued it to him an hour before launch.

You didn't have a spare?

We don't carry any, sir. Budget cut.

Is this equipment different than yours, Lieutenant?

No, sir. That seal issued.

Well, then General Bankey knew he was sending you on a halo jump long before

told you or he wouldn't requisition it.

I don't like what that implies, sir.

Neither do I.

Let's see if we can dig up a master aviation mechanic.

Please.

So, people, Lieutenant.

Senator Marion, General Nathan Benke.

You have my deepest sympathies, ma 'am.

Have a seat, General.

Now I'm getting from the arm.

Lieutenant.

Were your condolences pro forma, or did you know my son?

Not personally, ma 'am.

However, his unit was technically under my command.

Well, either it was or it wasn't, General.

It was, then.

Perhaps you can enlighten me about my son's death. The Navy seems very

reluctant. I imagine they are, Senator.

Have you spoken with Admiral Chegwin, sir? Let him speak, Lieutenant.

Why is the Navy stonewalling me, General?

I don't know all the details, Senator, but your son died when a field

took him on a high -altitude parachute jump. He wasn't qualified to make.

I knew it.

So did you.

Yes, ma 'am.

But until we know the details, which the Admiral and Lieutenant Commander Rapp

are gathering at the moment, all we can do is speculate. What happened is that

my son was killed because of steel negligence, and I'm going to have their

for it.

I have an operation running.

Again, my condolences, Senator.

Thank you, General, for being so forthright with me.

At least I could do, ma 'am.

Filters look clean.

Yes, sir.

Not the kind of thing likely to cause a problem.

The whole unit looks brand new.

Which makes me wonder, what the hell happened to this O -ring?

It's cracked.

A crack wouldn't be so clean, sir.

This O -ring's been cut.

Intentionally, Chief?

I'd be hard -pressed to figure out how it happened accidentally, sir.

I don't understand.

I personally tested that mask after the accident. It didn't leak.

That's because the slit's too small to leak in the warm air at sea level.

But at 30 ,000 feet where the air's colder than hell, that O -ring would

contract, widening the slit.

Yes, sir.

And then getting air would have been harder than sucking up wet concrete

a soda straw.

This is evidence, Lieutenant. I want this under lock and key.

Yes, sir.

Chief, Lieutenant owes you big time.

Name it, Chief.

Well, a knucklehead 1 ,200 Harley would be nice, sir.

But I'll settle for a case of beer.

You got it, Chief.

Another night training mission, Lieutenant?

I suppose so, ma 'am.

How's your work?

Senator, I have some disturbing news regarding... I already have it, Admiral.

My son was killed because of SEAL negligence.

General Bankey informed the senator, sir.

Where is this General Lieutenant?

More importantly, Admiral, where is the officer who is responsible for my son's

death?

I believe you'll find him at Special Ops Headquarters, ma 'am. Explain yourself,

Mr. Ram.

Sir, I have evidence that Lieutenant Marion's oxygen mask was sabotaged by

someone in General Bankey's command.

Oh, no.

You're not going to deflect my wrath by turning my son's death into an army

-navy game.

Ma 'am, the general himself may be involved.

You better have some hard evidence to back up those kind of accusations, Mr.

Ryan. Sir, the general changed the mission to a halo jump two hours before

launch, and he supplied Lieutenant Marion's oxygen mask.

I had a master aviation mechanic disassemble it.

We found it intentionally slid over it. When the lieutenant jumped, he was

unable to get oxygen.

He lost consciousness. He couldn't open his chute.

Sorry, ma 'am.

Why would General Banks want to kill my son?

Without a pilot, the SEALs couldn't complete the mission.

The man's a general in the United States Army.

Since the competition, while I'm sure it's quite keen, he's certainly going to

stop short of murder.

Only the general can answer that, sir.

I'm going.

Send huts!

At ease, Staff Sergeant.

Tell your General Admiral Chekwitten's here to see him.

General Benke isn't here, sir.

Or is he, Captain?

I'm not at liberty to say, sir. You're not going to be at liberty at all if I

don't find you.

With all due respect, Admiral, if I answer your question, I will be

direct order.

I see.

Well, when will the general return?

Sorry, sir. I don't know, sir.

When the general returns, will you tell him that I want to see him ASAP?

Yes, sir.

Sergeant.

Send someone to keep an eye on SEAL Team 2.

And get me the general.

I scrambled line. Yes, sir.

There's a mission in progress.

How do you know? You can smell the adrenaline.

Senatorial equivalent would be election day.

I caught a glimpse of the operations map before the captain covered it.

There's a refuel point midway between here and Columbia.

For the Blackhawks that just took off.

General Bankey's going back to Columbia, sir.

Only this time without SEAL Team 2.

The hell he is.

Mr. Rabb, I want you to find out why General Binky didn't want the Senator's

flying that plane out of Columbia.

Yes, sir. How, sir?

Halo jump with the SEALs. Fetch it on back.

Halo jump, sir.

Hiya, sir.

Admiral, under what authority does the commander do that?

Authority?

That of a JAG officer conducting an investigation, ma 'am.

There you go.

Washington will have your stars for this, Admiral.

Well, if anything goes wrong, Lieutenant Austin's my point of authority.

I'll give him her bars.

Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won with men.

The battle's not to the strong, but to the brave.

Patrick Henry, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in

possession of good fortune must be in want of a wife.

Jane Austen! Jane Austen!

When I call the two -minute warning, we'll start to depressurize. You'll have

put on your mask.

I'll look after the senator, Chief.

Yes, sir.

It's so cold.

It doesn't seem to bother them.

Oh, hell, they're...

Billy. HQ on the board, sir.

SEAL Team 2 departed Rosie Roads in a hurt in 2350 hours. Damn it.

Shove it to the firewall.

Yes, sir.

Two minutes. Prepare for decompression. Time, Senator?

With this over your mouth, now just breathe normally.

How's your mask, sir?

By the way, Commander Rabb, can you swim?

They just... stepped off into the night.

Yes, ma 'am.

It was... It was so, uh... so... Corollant?

Yeah.

For each mission, the men write a letter in case they don't come back.

Your son addressed his to you.

I think you're ready to read it now.

Sir, we're picking up an aircraft, exfiltrating the target area.

IFF squawks it friendly, General.

We gotta get that cocaine plane before the SEALs and destroy it. Sir?

We've got...

The

cocaine plane.

It must be gone.

All that's left on the airfield is that old R4D.

Maybe that's it.

Doesn't make sense.

The cartels fly those new Russian Antonovs, not a World War II hunk of

That hunk of junk's our way out of here.

You think they don't fly?

There's only one way to find out.

Did you see the smoker?

Got him.

Those are fuel drums behind him.

Let's hope his compadres are just as careless.

The ship will cover you to the plane.

If those old recepts start, they'll wake the dead.

Until you set off your fireworks, maybe the noise will cover the startup.

Well, you got a better idea.

Who said I will fight no more forever?

I don't know.

I don't know either.

But he wasn't a SEAL.

Yeah.

Speed track, sir.

Target in ten.

What the hell is this, sir?

Looks like an AWACS setup.

Cartels must use this to slip their drug plays past our Navy and Coast Guard

intercepts. That's pretty damn slick.

Why would he use an old bird like this?

Because it's an old bird, Chief.

Everyone knows the cartel's got money for the newest and the best, so who'd

suspect an old bird like this flying around the Gulf?

This is special ops gear out of McDill.

That's why Banky didn't want this flown out of here.

He sold this rig to the cartels.

I want nothing left but smoke and ashes!

Yes, General!

Where's the battery switch?

I

don't

think I have a starter.

That's it.

I hope.

Well, everything's in Spanish. Damn.

Navy Lieutenant Douglas Marion was laid to rest today with full military honors,

not far from the grave of his father, a naval aviator who died 25 years ago in

Vietnam.

Thank you.