Captain Cliff Barrett’s laughter echoed across the Joint Intelligence Operations Center at Naval Station Pearl Harbor as he pointed at the blonde woman in khaki pants and a simple polo shirt, fumbling with her visitor’s badge near the classified briefing materials. “Sweetheart, the administrative offices are in Building 12,” he announced to the forty-plus naval officers assembled for the pre-deployment tactical briefing. “This is where we plan real operations, not coffee runs.”
The room erupted in knowing chuckles.
The air smelled of burnt coffee and overworked air-conditioning, with big digital maps of the Pacific glowing along the far wall. Through a sliver of shaded window, you could just make out the gleam of the harbor and, beyond it, the faint silhouette of the USS Missouri sitting quietly like an old guardian. No one in that room, including Barrett, realized the woman he’d just humiliated wasn’t a lost contractor or junior analyst.
She was Colonel Diana Burke, JSOC commander, and she’d come to Pearl Harbor to investigate why fourteen of his sailors had died in the last eight months due to catastrophic operational failures. His joke was about to cost him everything. Before we jump back in, tell us where you’re tuning in from.
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