War Everlasting

“Yeah,” Bolan said. He reached into his shirt pocket and withdrew a small card with a phone number emblazoned on it. He set it on her desk with a nod. “That’s an encrypted number. It invokes a secure line, no matter where you call from. Talk to whoever answers at the other end and ask whatever questions you want. I guarantee they’ll corroborate what I’ve told you.”

Shaffernik frowned. “I’ll get to it. But for now I’ve decided to take what you say at face value.”

“Because?”

“Because, for one, a common thug wouldn’t be armed with assault weapons and military-grade explosives, let alone get them on to the island successfully with the entire region on high alert. That suggests some sort of strings got pulled. We’re in the aftermath of what our military liaisons have only told us could be a full-blown terrorist action.”

“You see, it’s that kind of information that can help me,” Bolan said. “Exactly the kind of intelligence that might take me hours or even days to get from the US military, even with backing direct from the Pentagon.”

“It would also expose any cover you might hope to operate under.”

“And that’s another reason I think you’d be invaluable,” Bolan said. “You’re a quick study.”

His remark produced an amused expression. “I’m a sucker for short explanations.”

“Me, too,” Bolan said. “So maybe you can give me one regarding the plane that was headed here.”

“Shoot.”

“There were four passengers aboard that military hop, along with two crew.”

“Right.”

“According to their flight plan, they were coming here.”

“Also correct.”

“Why?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Why?” Bolan splayed his hands. “There’s no military installation here on Unalaska to speak of, and all the military bases on the other Aleutians are closed except for a couple of remote airspace monitoring stations. Yet there were six military personnel bound for Unalaska, then they disappear.”

“You think something here provoked this? What the hell could it be? There’s nothing of any significant value on Unalaska that I know of.”

“Then how does a rescue ship, also filled with military personnel, fail its check in? A nearly four-hundred-foot cutter vanished without a trace.”

“What?” Shaffernik shook her head emphatically. “All I knew about was the plane. I didn’t know anything about any ships disappearing!”

Bolan wanted to bite his lip and curse, but he refrained. It wouldn’t do any good at this point, and she’d know immediately from his reaction that he’d blundered into saying something he shouldn’t have. He’d just assumed she knew about the ship, too. It wasn’t a mistake he’d make again. The best he could do now was cover his tracks and hope she still wanted to work with him.

“What makes you think they’d announce something like that publicly?” Bolan said. “Especially when they don’t know what they’re dealing with. They’re not just going to come right out and tell you about it.”

“Of course,” Shaffernik said, her complexion darkened by anger. “So...why did you tell me?”

“We were going to be straight with each other. Now you know the full story and why it’s more important than ever that I maintain my cover.”

“So, what could I possibly do to help you? You sure as hell know more than I do about what’s going on.”

“Yes, but you know this island like the back of your hand,” Bolan said. “I have a lead. Now I need to make a connection with someone inside the Onalash Corporation. Know anybody?”

“I might,” Shaffernik said. “I just might. But we have one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s going to look strange if I release you.” She waved at the congregation of officers that were bustling about the central area just outside. “Everyone in my command just observed you brought in on a half-dozen beefs, including violating federal weapons laws and attempted murder.”

“Self-defense,” Bolan reminded her.

“Maybe so, but word gets around quickly. Even if I release you, as I’m not really inclined to do, your cover won’t last long once you’re back on the streets.”

“I’m open to suggestions.”

Shaffernik didn’t reply immediately. Then she said, “Look, maybe if I have two officers follow you. I’ll give them a story, that you’re represented by an attorney and I got a phone call from the magistrate advising I had nothing solid to hold you on.”

“You think they’ll believe it?”

“What choice do they have?” she asked with a quirk of her lips. “I’m the deputy chief.”

For the next five minutes she stood up and launched into a tirade, putting on a show and yelling loud enough she could be heard. She even included some nice obscenities just to make the frosting taste all that much better for all of the officers observing her. Then she came around her desk, behind which she’d paced during her angry production, reached down and uncuffed Bolan’s wrist.

“Nice job,” he whispered.

“Thanks.” She pressed her lips together and added quickly, “Let’s just hope I didn’t oversell it.”

* * *

BOLAN USED THE pay phone to call a cab, then placed a second call to Jack Grimaldi.

“So, what’s the gig?” the Stony Man pilot asked.

“I’ll call again once I reach my destination. I’m going to need a resupply.”

“You want it supersized?”

“Better keep it to the minimum, this time.”

“What happened to the other stuff?”

“Don’t ask. Just be ready when I call.”

“Your wish is my command.”

“Thanks.”

Bolan hung up and took a quick glance at the central booking and processing area, but everyone appeared to be busy. Two men stood in a corner conversing with Shaffernik. Bolan knew she could sell the plan if she wanted to. That didn’t concern him as much as the fact he’d decided to trust her implicitly. It wasn’t something he could put his finger on—it just...was. The Executioner had learned to trust his gut over the years. Shaffernik was different. He’d meant his remark about her being a quick study.

Only time would tell if his instinct to trust her proved correct.