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mean you think she’s beautiful,
boss?” Mace asked, knowing he was going to pay for the comment.
    The Commander turned a deadly blue glare on
him. “Mace, the zodiacs need some cleaning, I think you’re just the
man for the job.”
    The guys chuckled, and a couple of them gave
him a cuff on the shoulder.
    “You just never know when to shut your
mouth, do ya, Mace?” Tony jeered.
    Captain Redding laughed as well. “I will,
Ghost. John says Kayla’s ready to go on her own soon. Speaking of
which—I’m sending the three of them out on a familiarization trip
this afternoon on the harbor boat. You guys want to throw in a
little practice? ”
    “Never say no to practice,” Nathan piped up.
“Terrorist, search and seizure?” he asked, raising a brow at the
Commander.
    “A little below your skill set, isn’t it,
men? Three civilians, one of them a woman.” He surveyed them, and
they all waited for a thumbs-up. “Fine, gear up,” the Commander
ordered.
    “I’ll do the searching and seizing,” Mace
offered, thinking about getting into a close quarters situation
with Kayla, but it earned him another scowl from the Commander.
What the hell? If he didn’t know the Commander as well as he did,
he’d swear his boss was being possessive. Yeah, right! The
Commander left a trail of women behind him like shrapnel.

Chapter Three
     
    “Okay, lady and gentlemen you’re going out
on the water instead of just talkin’ to it,” Captain Redding said,
when he wandered into the ops room around two. Kayla and her two
compadres turned their attention to their new Officer in
Charge.
    “Always up for a fam trip,” Barry said,
jumping out of his chair.
    “What are we doing, Captain?” she asked,
standing to join Barry. A call came in and she broke off to take a
position report from two naval training vessels bound for the
U.S.-Mexican border.
    “You’re heading out on a quick mission,”
Captain Redding advised.
    “Mission?” She looked warily at Barry and
Gord. She knew working with the US Navy brought a completely new
angle that they weren’t used to.
    “ Mais oui, Madame ,” Redding said, but
it sounded more like “maze wheeze,” offering up his attempt at
French with a definite American twang.
    “ Capitaine, vous allez devoir travailler
d'accent, ” she said, grinning at him.
    Redding chuckled. “Okay, you got me, I’m a
little rusty. Now,” he said, clapping his hands together, “get
yourselves down to dock Bravo. It’s about a ten minute walk. The
Captain of the harbor patrol boat is John Themes. Good guy. He’s
been around as long as God, and he knows the Port inside and out.
He’s going to give you a tour so you can get an aspect from the
water. Go.”
    “Yes, sir.” Gord gave him a salute, and a
lousy one at that, she thought.
    “Oh—and ah, keep your eyes open for
SEALs.”
    “Seals, sir? Seals aren’t exactly a novelty.
We’ve seen plenty before.”
    “Not this kind.” He grinned at her.
     
    Kayla, Gord and Barry reached the docks
within ten minutes. With the warm San Diego sun beaming down on
them, she looked forward to this familiarization trip. They stopped
to locate Bravo dock once they’d cleared a row of buildings on the
waterfront. Men in wet suits scuttled about on one of the fingers
leading from shore. Smaller training vessels bobbed beside the
pier. She recognized most of them, a CRCC, Combat Rubber Raiding
Craft, an eleven-meter RHIB, Rigid-Hull Inflatable Boat, good for
extreme weather and high speed to move the SEALs with a low
profile, and the MK V, Mark Five, good for medium range ocean
transport, and often used for coastal patrols.
    “There’s Bravo dock,” Gord said, pointing
off to their right.
    “And I think that’s the harbor patrol boat,
halfway down the dock,” Barry added.
    “Let’s go say hello.” She led the way, and
in single file they traipsed down the sharp metal nonskid gangway.
The tide was out, steepening the angle. Larger vessels with