Master Gunny Double-Oh Dawkins was at a long table in a large hangar in the special ops area of Kandahar, and his deep voice echoed in the emptiness. The table was strewn with equipment, each piece neatly arranged in its own space after he had double-checked every item. “Let’s get this show on the road.” Sybelle Summers grinned at the boyish enthusiasm of the big man, who would have preferred to be heading into action himself rather than consigned to the supporting role as jumpmaster. She took over the briefing. “Less than a dozen people know what’s happening tonight, and six of us are standing here. Because of the leaks back in the States, everything has been kept mission specific and names have not been used. There’s nothing in the system. So, let me introduce the two gentlemen who will be doing the flying for us. We will just refer to them by their family names, Major and Captain.” Both of the slender men nodded. They wore standard olive green flight suits, with no identification patches.
