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“This started about three months ago. I had a pilot who didn’t report for duty on Monday morning. We didn’t want to get too alarmed. There was nothing suspicious in his apartment, no signs of struggle, but no one had seen him since Thursday night.”
“What happened?” asked HG.
“He showed up Tuesday afternoon. Said he thought he needed to see a doctor. He was having trouble remembering things. The doctors examined him, didn’t find anything physically wrong with him, but did notice the needle mark. There were no traceable drugs in his system, recreational or otherwise.”
“That’s fucking scary. Nothing?” asked Tobias.
“Nothing. Same with the next three Navy pilots and a Marine pilot.”
“Marine? They don’t fly our jets,” said Autumn.
“This one does. It’s something we’ve done for a while now. Training pilots across branches. We thought it would be smart in case of emergencies.” Autumn nodded, looking at Clark.
“So, no traceable drugs, no one harmed, until last night,” asked Christian. “What changed last night? Why did it escalate?”
“We don’t know. He had three needle marks on his outer thigh,” said Ulani. “It looked as though he was receiving, um, enjoyment, and she pulled the needles from beside the seat. We think he didn’t respond to the first, so she gave him a second. If he still wasn’t responding to the drug, maybe she delivered the third.
“But we do know that he tried to fight her, or him, off. There was blood in the car, and we’re hoping to get a hit from that.”
“AJ? Hiro? You read?” asked Kev.
“Of course, we read. Geez, we read, see, hear everything.”
“My apologies,” smirked Kev. Morris stared at him, wondering if he was talking to himself. “Can you get with Suzette and Riley and see if you can find out what kind of drug would cause a man to be knocked out for two or three days, remember absolutely nothing, and not leave a trace?”
“Will do.”
“Our medical team back home will get to work on researching what could possibly be in their systems. It would obviously help if you would give access to the bloodwork, any tissue samples, urine, things like that,” said Christian.
“I’ll make that happen,” he nodded. “Listen, you guys have a vested interest because this is one of your jets. I get that. What you have to remember is that although that jet is top secret, my pilots know other things that are top secret as well. Possible deployments are among the many things.”
“Commander,” said HG.
“Asa. Just call me Asa. I have a feeling we’re going to become best of friends.”
“Asa. Were these men checked for devices injected into them?” Morris stared at him, then looked at the others.
“Devices?” he frowned.
“Sir, everyone in our family, on our team, has tracking devices injected in their bodies. It allows the team back home to know where we are if something should go terribly wrong.”
“Are you fucking with me? That means your team, your family, knows where you are. Secret deployments, secret bases, they know it all!”
“No offense, Asa,” said Ethan, “but we would know that anyway. Our clearance is as high, if not higher, than yours.”
Pacing the floor back and forth in front of the men and Ulani, he kept shaking his head, mumbling to himself. When there was a sharp knock, he opened the door, only to be met by a very angry Ezra Barber.
“Director. I suspect I know why you’re here,” he said.
“You have no fucking clue why I’m here,” he growled. He scanned the faces, landing on Ulani’s and pointing at her, and walked toward her. “You’re fired!”
Before he could reach her, two large hands gripped his arm, stopping him from jabbing that finger into her chest. Ethan stared at Wyatt, who nodded at him.
“You touch this woman, and I will make sure you never have another job for the rest of your life,” said Wyatt.
“You’re a damn pilot! An egocentric, big-headed showy flyboy who is the entire reason we’re in this damn situation. All you guys care about is dipping your dick in whatever hole opens for you.”
Wyatt planted his fist in the middle of his face, the man flying backwards into a chair against the wall.
