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brilliant and dangerous, he somehow managed to disappear with his charts, leaving behind several dead bodies and not much else. The army has given Intelligence precious little to work with beyond the recent emergence of a so-called Ghost Soldier, and some similar activity five years ago that got buried so deep the paper trail was extinguished. Whatever the case, my people figure your mental people here are central clearing for this sort of thing. It’s my job to pick a couple of your men to help me while I work undercover as one of them. They are to provide the professional guidance I require to find whoever is doing this if it’s coming from behind, or determine if we’re dealing with another form of psychological warfare that will be dealt with as swiftly and severely as possible. Case solved, I disappear. That’s it.”
    Kellogg nodded slowly. A little smile now befitting an Emperor restored to his cloak and crown. “I would like to volunteer. I’m a trained physician, and I am perfectly ready to go out after any sick bastard killing our troops.”
    â€œAnd that’s exactly what I was told to expect an officer of your caliber to say.” Mikel said this so sincerely Gregg half believed it himself, until he smoothly tacked on, “But Colonel, you have too high a profile. I mean, everybody knows who you are and we have to be incredibly discreet. Besides, it’s dangerous. The army does not want to risk losing you. I was told.”
    â€œOh! Well right, of course, I understand the General’s thinking on this.”
    â€œHe knew you would, Colonel. He only requests your complete support, which he felt confident you would gladly provide to me as well.”
    â€œOf course I am here to help in any way I can. Do you have anyone in mind yet to help you?”
    Mikel gestured to either side, to Izzy and Gregg. “These two.”
    â€œWhat?” Gregg was sure if he looked on the ground he would see his stomach flopping around his feet. “What, are you kidding? No way!”
    â€œYou don’t even know us!” Izzy had definitely found his voice. It was the loudest in the room. “I just got here!”
    â€œSorry.” Mikel shrugged. “Too late. I checked everyone out. You guys drew the lucky straws. And Izzy, I am sorry about what happened to Morrie.”
    Frantic, Gregg appealed to Kellogg. “Sir, we can’t do this. We are just drafted shrinks, we—”
    â€œAnd Captain, you have been drafted again,” Kellogg decreed. “Is that clear? Do you hear me loud and clear? This is a direct order from command. We—that is I and YOU—will cooperate fully. Am I clear soldiers!”
    Gregg looked at Izzy who looked back at Gregg and they both just started shaking their heads when a loud commotion could be heard from the outer office.
    Sergeant Jackson yelling: “PUT DOWN THAT WEAPON AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, RIGHT NOW!”
    Then Derek’s voice: “NOW IT IS YOUR TURN, MOTHERFUCK.”
    Gregg raced for the door. Mikel and Izzy were right behind him, racing into the main area. There was Derek. Holding an M16.
    He brandished the rifle at Top. “How do you like being yelled at, huh? Like being scared? You like it, motherfuck?”
    Gregg knew he had a gift and that gift was his voice. He had never needed it more than now.
    â€œHey, Derek,” he said softly, reasonably. “Hey man, just easy huh?”
    â€œStay back! I got no quarrel with you, Doc.”
    Gregg took a step closer to Derek, still talking really calm and quiet. “Come on, Derek, come on man, you’ll be home by—”
    Sergeant Jackson stood up. “You will put that weapon down and come to attention soldierrrrrr. . . .”
    The concuss of the M16 fire shredded the room as Derek opened up and exploded Top’s skull, then tore holes through Top’s chest, blowing him across the room and slamming him into the wall