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on again when she’s visible.”
    “Did you
target Major Chase as well?”  The Admiral asked.
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Commander,”
the Admiral spoke to his aide without taking his eyes off the monitor.  “I
want an update on the extraction plan for those people on my desk in fifteen
minutes.”
    “Sir, the
Russians have complete control of the airspace and there are still ground
troops arriving as we speak.  We have no assets remaining in North America
other than the SEAL team at the lab in Seattle.  If we go in too soon,
we’ll tip our hand.”
    “Commander,”
Packard’s voice grew hard as he turned his steely gaze on the junior
officer.  “I didn’t ask you to tell me why it was going to be hard. 
We are not leaving one of our own behind.  You now have fourteen
minutes.  I suggest you get busy.”
    “Yes,
sir.” 
    The younger
man snapped to attention before turning and rushing out of the room.
    “Petty Officer,
are you able to keep track of all of the targets?”  Packard asked in a
calmer voice.
    “Yes,
sir.  The system will do that and I’ll personally monitor it.  The
only thing is, if they’ve gone into some sort of cave system and come out at a
different location I may lose them.  Or if the weather worsens it will
blank out the thermal and we won’t have any eyes on them.  Sir.”
    “Young lady,
you’ve done a great job and I have faith in you.  Lieutenant, update me
immediately if there’s any change.”
    “Yes, sir,”
they chorused as the Admiral turned on his heel and strode out of the room.
    “Good work,
Jessica,” Lieutenant Hunt said once the Admiral was gone.  “You’re making
both of us look good.”
    “Just doing
my job, sir.” 
    Jessica
smiled at the praise.  Hunt smiled back then returned to his work station
to continue monitoring Russian troop movements in the western US.  Jessica
double checked the system to make sure it was properly set to maintain
surveillance of the targets, closed out two files she’d been working on and
locked her terminal.
    “Sir, if
it’s OK I’m going to step out for some air,” she said, rolling her chair back
and looking at her CO.
    “The system
will alert me if there’s any activity?”  He asked, looking up over the rim
of his glasses.
    “Yes,
sir.  It will beep and transfer to your station.” 
    Jessica
stood and stretched, trying to remember the last time she had eaten or slept. 
He nodded and returned his attention to his screen.
    “OK. 
Try and keep it short in case the Admiral comes back.” 
    “Ten minutes,
sir.  Thank you.”
    Jessica
grabbed her small purse that held nothing other than a lighter, a pack of
cigarettes and two condoms, and headed for the exit.  She checked out
through the layers of security, finally emerging into fresh air.  Taking a
deep breath, she ignored the million-dollar view of Pearl Harbor and headed for
the bench she liked to sit on while on break.
    Rounding a
thick planting of Birds of Paradise bushes, she smiled when she spotted the
figure seated on the bench.  Chief Petty Officer Mark Hiram heard her
approach, standing to greet her with open arms.  Jessica ran the last few
steps, falling into his embrace and lifting her face to accept his kiss.
    “Do you have
time?”  He asked, squeezing her ass with both hands when they finally came
up for air.
    “I wish,”
Jessica breathed, shuddering with pleasure as he pulled her pelvis tight
against his.  She could feel his manhood pressing hard against her
abdomen.  “That Army Major I told you about is still alive and there’s
going to be an attempt to extract him.  They’re going to be needing data
from me very soon.”
    “We don’t
need long,” he purred in her ear, making her knees go weak.
    “Maybe you
don’t, but I do.”
    Jessica
smiled and placed her hands on his chest, opening some space between them
before she lost all control and took him right there on the bench.  Taking
a deep breath, she sat, digging out a