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“As if military intelligence wasn’t enough of an oxymoron.”
    “I’m here to talk about the Fitzgerald incident.”
    “I’ve got nothing more to say about that, Admiral. I told the initial investigators every damn thing I knew. To be honest, I’ve probably forgotten stuff you already have in your files…and I certainly haven’t remembered anything new.”
    “Maybe we’re the ones with new information, son.”
    “I’m not your son, I’m not your sailor, and I don’t give a good goddamn what you’ve found out since that night.”
    Karson winced as Masters turned back to the woodpile and set up another chunk to be split.
    “There have been other attacks.”
    The heavy maul thudded into the hardwood, sending two chunks flying in opposite directions.
    Karson tried again. “Did you hear me?”
    “I heard you,” Masters answered, setting up another chunk of wood.
    “You don’t have any thoughts on that?” Karson pressed.
    Masters pointed to the west. “You see those mountains, Admiral?”
    “Of course I do.”
    “They’re between me and the only open water for a thousand miles. Why do you think I live in Montana, Admiral?” Masters said, hefting the maul again.
    Karson felt his lips pull back, exposing teeth. “From your file, I didn’t take you for a coward, Masters.”
    This time the maul struck the edge of the wood, sending the whole chunk spinning off as the broad head dug into the ground. Masters left it quivering in place and spun around, jabbing a finger at Karson.
    “You know what? Screw you, sir ,” he snarled. “After that night all I wanted was a team and a strike mandate to hunt that goddamn thing down. You know what I got? My security clearance was burned so bad that I couldn’t find work to save my soul!”
    Karson held his ground as the younger man finally looked him in the face. Masters stepped over some random chunks of wood, coming to stand next to him.
    “Hell, I couldn’t even get in with StillWater for Christ’s sake! Do you know how bad your reputation has to be burned for those mercenary assholes to turn down a trained SEAL?!”
    Karson winced, but didn’t respond as Masters seemed to be winding down.
    “Look, I’m through, okay? I’ve got nothing you want to hear,” Masters told him, slumping slightly as he turned away again. “Go back to DC. Send my old report up the chain. There’s more in there than you really want to know anyway.”
    Sam Karson wasn’t noted for being slow on the uptake, and he took careful note of what had just been said without being said.
    He has been working on something on the sly. What does he know?
    “What I want to know is the truth.”
    Masters laughed, not turning back to him. “It’s like that man in the movie said, Admiral. You can’t handle the truth.”
    Karson let out a chuckle, but shook his head. “What I can and can’t handle has very little to do with the execution of my duties.”
    “Everyone says that, but damn few mean it.”
    Karson sighed. “What can I say to convince you, Lieutenant?”
    “Honestly, sir, I can’t think of a damn thing. Just leave me in peace,” Masters told him with finality.
    Karson nodded, drawing a card from his pocket. He scribbled his hotel and room number on the back and set it down on a stump, putting a hand-sized rock on top of it to hold it against the wind.
    “You change your mind, I’ll be in the area for a couple days.”
    Masters just grunted in response, not bothering to turn around as the admiral left.
    After he heard the car pull out of the drive, Hawk Masters turned to the stump and plucked the card out from under the stone. He casually drove the maul into a large stump and left it there as he walked around the front of his house and went inside.
    He headed immediately for the den, taking a seat in front of the computer there, and opened up a browser window. Calling up the available information on Samuel Karson took only a few seconds, and he leaned back as he pondered