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Here’s a taste of what’s in store when you step into Naval officer Brigid O’Connell’s head and hear her story about her first mission with UNSETIC…
Click below the cut to catch a preview from the first chapter of Bering Songs and Silence, the story of Brigid O’Connell and Timothy McConaway’s first mission together…
I can remember thinking that they probably should have hung a sign on the door that read X-Files in here. As it was, the office behind the steel door at the bottom of the stairs was small, windowless, and spartanly decorated though that didn’t necessarily make it uncomfortable.
What made it uncomfortable was knowing that I’d volunteered for this—whatever this turned out to be.
Of course, I hadn’t had many alternatives.
I sat in the hard wooden chair in front of the desk, staring at the fifty-something man behind it, his hands folded in front of him. He didn’t smile as he stared right back at me.
“We’re waiting on another.”
“Oh.” I folded my hands, staring at them. What am I doing here? What am I getting myself into? I must be insane.
The door behind me opened. I looked over my shoulder. The man that walked in was slightly older than I was, eyes haunted, face gaunt, a healing cut on his lip and fading bruises on his jaw and neck. I knew him.
He was supposed to be dead.
He was in the Gulf with us. One of the ones we looked for. Merlin.
The Gulf had been two years ago this past summer.
I’d known one of the two pilots who’d gone down, Mat O’Brien. He’d been my friend. The man next to me, Merlin, had been his. Mat had introduced us at a party back while we were at the Academy. I’d all but forgotten his friend until one hot summer day near the Bosporus. The day two planes from two duty stations went down over the Iraqi desert.
We’d searched for the two downed planes for six weeks, found the wreckage of one. That had been Matthias O’Brien’s plane. Not Merlin’s. We never found any sign of Merlin’s.
And now here he is, big as life and definitely still breathing. How is that possible?
The pilot I barely remembered moved stiffly, sat down slowly in the chair next to me. He didn’t look at me, just stared straight ahead as if I didn’t exist. Stared at the man who was our new boss.
Why did I volunteer for this?
It was simple, though. I was a part of this because I’d seen someone turn a mortal wound into a minor wound and gone looking for answers. It was all downhill from there.
Doubt must have been written all over my face, though, because the man behind the desk pinned me to my chair with his gaze.
“You’ve been working for us for the past three years, Lieutenant O’Connell,” Paul Ballard said quietly. “You just didn’t know it.” He looked toward the man next to me. “Are you sure you’re up to this, Lieutenant McConaway?”
He’s out of uniform. Part of me was surprised that he was still with the service. He’s been missing for thirty months. Where has he been? How did he survive? How did he disappear? Where did he hide?
I got no answers to any of those questions as the man next to me nodded slightly. “Yes, sir.” His voice was quiet. “I’d assumed I’d be assigned someone from the Air Force to work with, though.”
Ballard inclined his head. “That was the intention, but Lieutenant O’Connell’s potential partner tried to get himself blown up and yours is dead. The assignment can’t wait for us to find a new partner for either one of you, so you’re stuck with each other.”
Blown up? I hope it was doing whatever he did before he got recruited into this spook-factory. I took a deep, silent breath, knowing that neither man would notice it unless they were watching too closely—and neither was. “What’s the assignment, sir?” I asked quietly.
“You haven’t reconsidered volunteering, then, Lieutenant?”
I glanced toward Timothy McConaway, studied him for a long moment. There were rumors about what had happened to him in the Gulf, but I’d never believed any of them. From the look of him now, whatever had happened back then hadn’t left him whole.
But he’s still in the service, apparently. Maybe. I nodded, almost to myself. Inches and miles. I’m not sure I’ve got any choices here. Not if I want answers to the questions I’ve still got about what happened on the Daedalus, or answers to the questions I’ve got about what happened that day in the Gulf. “Yes, sir. I’m in.”
“Very good.” Ballard stood from the desk and took out a pair of files from the cabinet in the corner. “There’s an installation in the Arctic that we need you to take a look at.”
He skewered McConaway with a long, hard look. “You sound surprised, Lieutenant.”
McConaway frowned. “Sir, what is it, exactly, that we’re supposed to ‘take a look at’ out there? I was led to believe that what I was going to do for this agency was going to make a difference.” He didn’t flinch under Ballard’s stare, but added, somewhat belatedly, “Sir.”
“Don’t make the mistake of assuming that you won’t be, Lieutenant.” Ballard slid the files across the desk. I leaned forward and took one.
We’re going to freeze our tails. Does that equate to making a difference? My brow furrowed briefly as McConaway’s words echoed through my brain. All I’d been promised was eventual answers—answers all in due time. No difference-making promises here. Just facts.
Just answers to the questions I’d started asking on the flight deck of the Daedalus far too late.
The world’s gone crazy and I’m hanging on for the ride.
I thumbed through the folder, eyes skipping over pages. There wasn’t much inside the folders, just a set of documents about the research post, some technical specifications, references to the type of research being done, and three thin dossiers of the researchers manning the outpost. Nothing about cover identities in my folder, though there were signed and dated orders for departure as well as a plane ticket in my real name to Anchorage. “As ourselves, sir?”
“You are, Lieutenant.” Ballard said to me, then eyed McConaway. “He is not, but I think that’s par for the course, isn’t it, Mr. McConaway?”
“Yes, sir.” McConaway’s gaze never wavered. He’d taken the folder almost mechanically and had stayed quiet, staring at a spot on the wall somewhere just above Ballard’s shoulder.
“You’ll get full briefing on the way out. Everything we’ve got,” Ballard said, mostly to me. It was almost as if McConaway wasn’t there or simply didn’t matter. My stomach twisted slightly.
Does that mean he’s expendable? If he’s expendable, what does that make me? I barely suppressed my frown as Ballard kept talking.
“You leave in thirty-six hours. You’re dismissed, Lieutenant.”
I stood up, saluted him, and slipped out of that office at the bottom of the stairs. I considered lingering for a moment outside the door so I could maybe catch McConaway on his way out, to talk to him, but something made me think better of it. I left that basement and headed home.
Sometimes, looking back now, I think I should have stayed.
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