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plastic spoon, a paper package of beverage base powder, a plastic package of peanut butter, crackers, and an accessory brown envelope. Inside it was a small bottle of one-eighth of an ounce of Tabasco sauce, paper matches, a moist towelette, instant coffee, salt, toilet paper, sugar, nondairy creamer, and chewing gum.
    “All this for lunch?” Kat asked.
    “If we ever had time to heat it up and eat it,” Murdock said. “No fire, no coffee. Cocoa maybe. Peanut butter on crackers for sure. The chicken à la king isn’t bad with a little of the Tabasco sauce on it.”
    The men kept looking at Kat. Ed had told them only her name and rank. That made them even more curious. Murdock finished his quick meal and stood.
    “You may have been wondering about our guest. Her name is Katherine, call me Kat, Garnet. She’s a G-12 in government service, and for this assignment holds the temporary rank of full Lieutenant. You will at all times treat her with proper respect.
    “Kat is going to be training with us for the next three or four weeks. No, this isn’t for a movie. As you saw, Don Stroh, our old buddy from the CIA, was here this morning. He brings us some news. Part of it is that we have an upcoming mission. We’ll be going into Arab lands somewhere to deactivate, dismember, and generally destroy that nation’s nuclear bomb building program.
    “How many of you know how to deactivate a nuclear bomb and destroy the plutonium inside it?” He looked around, but no hands went up.
    “Yeah, me, too. Kat is a Ph.D. in nuclear physics fromM.I.T. Not a bad school but their football team stinks.” He waited for the laugh that came.
    “What this all means is that Kat will be training with us for what we hope will be the next four weeks, then she will be going with us, infiltrating into this Arab nation, where we will find, and Kat will destroy, the nuclear capability, and take care of the plutonium.”
    He heard some groans from the troops.
    “Yeah, I know how you feel. By the way, Kat won the second Hawaiian triathlon for women. She keeps in shape running marathons for fun. That’s over twenty-six miles, girls. Our job will be to try to keep up with her.
    “She’s with us. That’s on special Presidential orders. Not exactly a rank we can buck. She’ll train with us, go in with us, do her job while we play guard dogs, and then we’ll come out with her and all the rest of you. Now, any comments?”
    “Lieutenant, ma’am. Did you check first with Demi Moore?” Magic Brown asked.
    A smattering of laughter.
    “No, but I did see her movie.”
    “Will you hold us back, ma’am? Meaning no disrespect?” Jaybird Sterling asked it.
    “Not if I can help it. I’m tougher than I look. I could have said no to this offer. The President didn’t order me in here. I have no problem with swimming. I’m a SCUBA instructor. Jumping, I’ve made twenty jumps, want to do more. Damnit, SEALs, I’ll be trying as fucking hard as I can.”
    The SEALs gave a shout of approval.
    Murdock took over. “That’s a wrap, folks. Let’s get on the bus and head back. We need to outfit Kat and set up a new training sched. Things will change, but they will be the same, only tougher. You may think the next four weeks are going to be worse than hell week from the Grinder days. Let’s get to it.”
    Three hours later, they were back in Coronado at theSEALs training base. Lieutenant (j.g.) DeWitt took Kat to base operations, where he found arrangements had already been made for Lieutenant Garnet. A complete set of SEAL uniforms and gear had been put in her quarters.
    She stared at the pile of uniforms and equipment.
    “So, you’re set, Lieutenant. Uniform of the day tomorrow will be cammies like I have on, and boots. Report to the quarterdeck promptly at oh-eight-hundred and you’ll be brought to our area.”
    DeWitt hesitated. “Oh, Kat. Out here in Navy world, your temp rank will carry weight. Inside SEAL country rank doesn’t mean squat. Some