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referred to as Bogey One, using an old air force term for an unidentified aircraft on radar. Bogey One was believed to have been behind most of the more violent recent attacks through additional financial support of Morenga, Natchaba, and Bureh.
And Kris thought he could play spy at the Conclave and get the information needed to take the man down.
Suicidal fool.
Nope. Not thinking about that. No sirreee.
Wil entered his office where the message light on his phone blinked accusingly at him. He pressed play and was hit by a long line of creative curses from the head of the military police force. Then the man launched into a report of the latest incident involving the troops on base. Since Wil hadn’t been available when the man called, he explained that he would contact Wil’s second-in-command next.
Wil checked the time. The message had been left over an hour ago. Probably the matter had already been cleared up, but Wil put in a call to the man anyway. He confirmed that the matter had been handled with the help of a couple of Wil’s teammates.
Because the MPs were so short of staff, Wil and his team assisted whenever a serious problem erupted on base. Of course, that put further strain on Wil’s timeline for completing the security upgrades. And it left him next to no time to support WAR and other regional players in their fight against the rebels.
But he’d rather handle the issues with the undisciplined soldiers than be the one responsible for dealing with the complaints of the civilian personnel. The personnel of several of the diplomatic missions in the region had been relocated here after their facilities had come under rebel attack. About a third of the people had been rotated back to the States when Washington decided to abandon the permanent diplomatic missions located in the most violent areas. Other people were stuck in limbo, waiting for approval from both the local governments and Washington to return to their posts and begin cleaning up and rebuilding.
Wil had been forced to take temporary command of the base before the major had arrived. After a week of listening to the petty gripes, he’d been tempted to blow up the base just to shut them up. You’d think that people attached to a diplomatic mission would have more compassion and patience than the average person. Yet Wil hadn’t seen any sign of it. They complained about the quality of the food. They demanded faster, more reliable internet. They wanted a greater variety of movies, books, and magazines.
Now that the major had taken command of the base, none of those complaints were the responsibility of Wil’s team. But someone had leaked the fact that Wil’s team had a reliable, relatively fast IT system, which resulted in constant requests for time using Wil’s team’s computers and for help with the daily IT issues that inevitably arose.
Since Wil’s team worked with top-secret information, he denied all requests to gain access to his team’s system. And the major had just approved the hiring of a local IT support group, highly recommended and thoroughly vetted, to handle the day-to-day problems.
In the meantime, Wil had posted throughout the base memos listing the newly assigned phone number for the Washington-based IT support team. The memos included a reminder that his team was responsible for base security and that any interruptions could result in an attack that cost lives.
That had cut the requests down to near zero, thank God.
Wil had put the one or two remaining troublemakers at the top of his list for extensive background checks. Since the attempted bombing, Wil’s team had been running checks on each and every person on base. He didn’t believe the two men who’d been charged as accessories to the attempted bombing had been the extent of the network. If he was correct, then Bogey One was behind the attempted attack. And Bogey One had shown that he played a long, complicated game.
The attack had been very similar in
And Kris thought he could play spy at the Conclave and get the information needed to take the man down.
Suicidal fool.
Nope. Not thinking about that. No sirreee.
Wil entered his office where the message light on his phone blinked accusingly at him. He pressed play and was hit by a long line of creative curses from the head of the military police force. Then the man launched into a report of the latest incident involving the troops on base. Since Wil hadn’t been available when the man called, he explained that he would contact Wil’s second-in-command next.
Wil checked the time. The message had been left over an hour ago. Probably the matter had already been cleared up, but Wil put in a call to the man anyway. He confirmed that the matter had been handled with the help of a couple of Wil’s teammates.
Because the MPs were so short of staff, Wil and his team assisted whenever a serious problem erupted on base. Of course, that put further strain on Wil’s timeline for completing the security upgrades. And it left him next to no time to support WAR and other regional players in their fight against the rebels.
But he’d rather handle the issues with the undisciplined soldiers than be the one responsible for dealing with the complaints of the civilian personnel. The personnel of several of the diplomatic missions in the region had been relocated here after their facilities had come under rebel attack. About a third of the people had been rotated back to the States when Washington decided to abandon the permanent diplomatic missions located in the most violent areas. Other people were stuck in limbo, waiting for approval from both the local governments and Washington to return to their posts and begin cleaning up and rebuilding.
Wil had been forced to take temporary command of the base before the major had arrived. After a week of listening to the petty gripes, he’d been tempted to blow up the base just to shut them up. You’d think that people attached to a diplomatic mission would have more compassion and patience than the average person. Yet Wil hadn’t seen any sign of it. They complained about the quality of the food. They demanded faster, more reliable internet. They wanted a greater variety of movies, books, and magazines.
Now that the major had taken command of the base, none of those complaints were the responsibility of Wil’s team. But someone had leaked the fact that Wil’s team had a reliable, relatively fast IT system, which resulted in constant requests for time using Wil’s team’s computers and for help with the daily IT issues that inevitably arose.
Since Wil’s team worked with top-secret information, he denied all requests to gain access to his team’s system. And the major had just approved the hiring of a local IT support group, highly recommended and thoroughly vetted, to handle the day-to-day problems.
In the meantime, Wil had posted throughout the base memos listing the newly assigned phone number for the Washington-based IT support team. The memos included a reminder that his team was responsible for base security and that any interruptions could result in an attack that cost lives.
That had cut the requests down to near zero, thank God.
Wil had put the one or two remaining troublemakers at the top of his list for extensive background checks. Since the attempted bombing, Wil’s team had been running checks on each and every person on base. He didn’t believe the two men who’d been charged as accessories to the attempted bombing had been the extent of the network. If he was correct, then Bogey One was behind the attempted attack. And Bogey One had shown that he played a long, complicated game.
The attack had been very similar in
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