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тАЬThe lid is being slowly nailed on our coffins,тАЭ a Navy officer said. He looked at the Air Force colonel.
тАЬWhat about him?тАЭ

General Crowe jacked back the hammer on the .38 and shot the colonel between the eyes, knocking
him backward, out of the chair.

тАЬGood shot, Turner,тАЭ General Driskill observed.

THREE


SaturdayтАФfive days to launch

General C.H. Travee, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, sat quietly in his office. He sat for a long,
speculative time, drumming his fingertips on the polished wood of the desk top.

Too many rumors being whispered in this city. Entirely too many to ignore. Whispered rumors of a
power play. Among the military? Too incredible to believe. Still ...

Travee had tried to reach his old friend, Vern Saunders, just that morningтАФcouple of hours ago, after
Vern failed to show for their regular Saturday morning golf game. Travee had tried to track down his
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friend, but had hit a stone wall in every direction he turned.

Odd.

Then he heard rumors that General Crowe was seen climbing into the cockpit of a fighter and taking off
for parts unknown. Odd. Crowe was entirely too old to go roaring off into the wild blue yonder like a
young buck, cutting didos in the sky.

And General Driskill always worked in his office for a couple of hours on Saturday mornings. But not
this Saturday morning.

Travee punched a button on his desk.

тАЬYes, sir?тАЭ

тАЬGet me Major Bass from ASA. Tell him I want him in my office in thirty minutes.тАЭ

тАЬYes, sir.тАЭ

The Army Security Agency major was standing in front of the general's desk in exactly twenty-nine
minutes. There were questions in his calm eyes.

тАЬWhat's going on, Major?тАЭ