Douglas Bunger's Blaze Of Glory

Chapter 20



 
 
 
    Major Dandridge hated staff meetings, but then he never stopped thinking of himself as a fighter pilot. Pilots didn't have staff meetings, they had preflight briefings before strapping into the cockpit, taking-off, and blasting some unfortunate bastard from the sky. Besides, ninty-nine percent of the time, the only purpose of the meeting was to allow the pencil-pushing admin-pukes to kiss up to General Keeney's tail end.
    Today, however, fell into the other one percent.
    Dandridge sat quietly at the far end of the table with the same bored expression he had always displayed. He had no notes, no reports with tabs or attachments, nor had he carried in a clipboard to scratch on during the meeting. This didn't phase the other officers, because it was the way Dandridge had always reacted to the meetings. If he had brought anything other than his body, it would have caused them to whisper among themselves in wonderment of what was amiss.
    But Major Alexander Dandridge was not going to give them the satisfaction: he would wait his turn (last, as always), then speak his mind.
    The purpose of the meeting was to bring General Keeney up-to-date on the logistical, administrative, technical, and security details of all the special projects underway at Nellis. Keeney acted as a liaison between the base commander, Air Force Chief of Staff, and civilian subcontractors who conducted business with operations such as the Stealth fighter wing, Strategic Defense Initiative test facilities, and the HARBINGER project. The concept was that by limiting all three projects to a single general officer, there would be less rivalry for resources, less public exposure, and two fewer chances of a leak.
    Keeney let a captain finish an especially fascinating report about offsetting the extraordinary depreciation of certain SDI equipment by modifying the logged flight time of the Stealth fighters. By showing less then the actual hours flown, he could claim less depreciation due to expected life to wash out the balance of SDI. The only problem was covering the credit balance of the fuel account. He felt that by shuffling various perishable supplies between the compounds, he could keep the GAO off their backs for another few months.
    Dandridge yawned.
    When the captain had finished, General Keeney shifted in his chair in an all to obvious attempt to arouse himself. "Very good, gentleman. If there is no further-- Oh, I'm sorry Major, I almost forgot about you. Do you have anything to add today?"
    "Yes sir, I do." An uneasy hush filled the room and the surprised eyes of the seven other officers all fell upon Dandridge. "It appears we may have a possible security risk associated with the HARBINGER project."
    General Keeney sat wide-eyed and speechless. It was the first time during Major Dandridge's tenure as security officer that he had hinted to a problem with HARBINGER. As a matter of fact, the last time there had been any trouble with HARBINGER was when a new communications sergeant had flipped out. He dismissed the rest of the officers, and waited for the last one to close the door. "Is this a problem of physical or operational security?"
    "It appears, sir, that a reporter from the Los Angeles Herald is attempting to get information on HARBINGER. His source is Technical Sergeant Gatewood."
    "Surely that's nothing to be concerned about: Gatewood is certifiably insane. No one in their right mind would take him seriously."
    "I agree, sir. That is why I'm bringing this situation to your attention. If this reporter is accepting Gatewood's information as fact, he is either crazy or desperate. Either way, he could cause undue turbulence."
    "What action have you taken, Major?"
    "I put him in touch with Gatewood's wife in hopes that her statements would verify the Sergeant's unreliability. Instead, he trespassed on the bomb range."
    "Jesus! Did he see anything?"
    "Negative. The AP's found the east gate open during a routine patrol. They were able to locate him on the range road, but he managed to outrun them. His car sustained moderate damage during the engagement, and we were able to recover several pieces of wreckage. Apparently the vehicle was a blue Pontiac Firebird, I have the FBI working on the vehicle year and serial number on the parts. They were informed that it was probably just some kids hunting souvenirs."
    "Can we call the paper and narrow which reporter it was?"
    "No need." Dandridge removed a slip of paper from his pants pocket. "His name is Walter Fletcher. I've already run a check on him: he does work for the Herald. I also had NSA check California's computer to see if he had any priors. Mr. Fletcher has been arrested six times on drug related charges. No convictions, because the paper claims he was working undercover and wasn't actually selling or using. It sounds to me as if this guy thinks he has Carte Blache to do as he pleases."
    "Yes," added Keeney. "What actions do you recommend?"
    "First step is to secure Gatewood. Second, we should disappear his wife, both of which Major Ritter should have done over a year ago."
    Keeney stared at the Major for a long moment. He knew the man was right, but he had to give Gatewood a chance. "Major, Gatewood was a good man. The Air Force owed him a chance."
    Dandridge was unmoved. "Do you want me to plug this leak or just patch it."
    "Transfer Gatewood and his family to an institution in New England. That should do the job."
    "I don't see why you're so reluctant to let me eliminate this man-- you've done it before." The General felt the heat of the Major's stare and thought the man insolent for not breaking eye contact. "If Gatewood had been doing his job to start out with, Lt. Bradford might not have been scattered across a hundred acres of California wine country."
    "Dandridge, you know damn well that if the avionics subcontractors had coordinated the way they should have, Lt. Bradford would still be alive and you'd still be flying. Thanks to Gatewood, no one else was killed. Send the man to New England."
    "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe I have final word on the handling of military security breeches," stated the Major.
    General Keeney turned his back on the Major and fumed over his last comment. He did have the authority. Keeney could only court martial him, or request he be relieved; but neither was an acceptable option. Dandridge was just too damn good. "Major, I would appreciate it if you did it my way." Dandridge reluctantly accepted Keeney's wishes only because he felt it unwise to push his boss any further. "What about the reporter?"
    "With six drug arrests, it wouldn't raise any suspicion if we set him up for a seventh. We can plant enough evidence to guarantee a conviction. Anything he publishes from jail will be laughed off." Dandridge hesitated. "For that, I do need you're approval."
    "Make it so."
    Dandridge simulated a salute before leaving the room. A faint smile crossed the unscarred portion of his face. It looked like things were going to get fun, after all.


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