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didn’t talk about, he was one of the best leaders Laws had ever had. That he was a big man always made it fun to go out to bars with him. He was a constant target for the drunk and insane, as if he were some sacred mountain that they had to try and climb.
    Then, of course, there was Laws himself. He benefited from an audiographic memory. If he heard it, he remembered it. Period. This facility enabled him to learn several languages including Chinese, Japanese, Arabic, and the Romance languages. While others called it skill, he felt more like it was a quirk of genetics because it was so easy. But he had to admit that it came in plenty handy when he was working straight human-intelligence operations and conducting interrogations in support of SEAL Team 1 and First Special Forces Group in the Golden Triangle.
    Laws’s attention was drawn back to the new guy, and what he saw made him chuckle. The boy was told to change and changing he was. Even as the ramp closed in the back of the C-141 Starlifter and the engines spun up, the boy had undressed and stood naked in the middle of the plane.
    Laws glanced at the administrator, who was pointedly ignoring the naked SEAL.
    Rifling through the rucksack, the new guy found what he needed to suit up for the mission. He quickly put the uniform and vest on, and as the plane rose into the air, he laced up his boots.
    Laws waited about half an hour to see if Holmes was going to introduce the new guy to the team. When it obviously wasn’t going to happen, Laws crossed to the other side of the plane and sat down on the bench beside the FNG.
    “Tim Laws,” he said by way of introduction, holding out his hand. “Intelligence, deputy commander, and the team welcome wagon.”
    The new guy shook his hand. “Walker, Jack. Sniper.”
    “What class are you?”
    Walker looked at him in such a way that Laws immediately knew the answer. “You didn’t finish, did you? What phase were you in?”
    “Three. We were about to go on Live Fire.”
    Laws leaned back and laughed. “Four weeks to go and you were yanked. That’s got to suck big time. You must be something special.”
    Walker shrugged. “I don’t know anything about … whatever this is.”
    “This, my new friend and teammate, is the finest and baddest supernatural unconventional-warfare special-mission unit in the United States government inventory.”
    “We’re the only one, Laws,” Fratolilio commented.
    “Supernatural?” Walker grinned, then let his grin fall when it wasn’t shared by the others.
    “Absolutely. Why, I could tell you—”
    “Wait until mission brief,” Holmes ordered. He was leaning back against the fuselage and hadn’t even opened his eyes.
    “Then I’ll wait until mission brief. Let me introduce you to the other members of the team.”
    As Laws went about introducing Walker, he noted that the boy had begun to feel more comfortable in his new skin, which was good. If they were about to go on a mission and would require his backup, they needed to make sure that his mind was in the right place.
    Finally, half an hour later, Holmes opened his eyes, brought out a folder, and gave the mission brief.

 
    6
    30,000 FEET ABOVE CENTRAL CALIFORNIA.
    According to the big blond guy who was apparently the leader, they were going to Chinatown, where an anomaly had been identified. An interagency intelligence unit composed of operatives from the Air Force Office of Special Investigations and the Defense Intelligence Agency had discovered what they felt was the nexus for organizing illegal tech transfer to China. Informants had infiltrated the area and come back with an entirely different story, one that included rumor of human sacrifice, mysticism, and some kind of cult.
    “So we don’t really know what we’re dealing with here. It’s mainly an intelligence-gathering mission. We engage hot only when we are engaged or if there’s a justifiable threat.” He nodded to the administrator. “Miss Billings doesn’t