| Subject: To Fight the Good Fight part 2 |
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Heather K
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Date Posted: 14:08:53 07/28/02 Sun
In reply to:
Heather K
's message, "To Fight the Good Fight part 1" on 14:03:03 07/28/02 Sun
0832 EDT
JAG Headquarters
Closing and locking the doors to his SUV, Commander Harmon Rabb, Junior, or Harm, walked across the parking lot of JAG headquarters with an obvious gleam in his eyes.
"Morning, Commander," greeted the Sergeant at the security desk as he passed Harm the sign-in sheet. "Early today, sir."
"No, not early, Sergeant. On time."
"So you are, sir. Have a good day."
Once upstairs, and after making small talk with many of the enlisted personnel stationed in the bullpen, Harm made his way over to the break room to get some much needed coffee.
"Wow, sir! What happened, you're here so early?!" said Lt. Bud Roberts, who arrived in the break room shortly after Harm. "I mean sir... it's not that you're normally late, it's just that you're not as early... that is to say that sometimes the clocks just don't... and then-"
"It's okay, Bud. I get it, punctuality is not my forte."
"Must be today, sir. You even beat the Colonel in. I don't think that happens too much... uh, sorry, sir."
"Mac's not in? Oh, this is going to be good!" After saying a hurried good-bye to Bud, Harm practically ran across the bullpen to get to his office before Mac arrived. He could hardly believe his luck, the one day he's on time, Mac is late.
Already plotting, what he would call if asked, revenge, Harm arrived in his office. Hanging up his cover, he noticed sitting on his desk a white envelope. Knowing that he hadn't seen it there the day before, Harm picked up the letter expecting it to addressed to someone else. When he noticed his name on the front written in Mac's distinct hand writing his heart briefly stopped.
Sitting down, he carefully opened the letter to discover Mac's official stationary and read the message:
~Hey. I bet this isn't quite the way you were probably expecting to begin your morning. Sorry, I'll make it up to you some how. About an hour and a half ago, okay it was actually 93 minutes ago,
*Only you, Mac* Harm thought with a chuckle.
I got a call at home from the Admiral asking me to report immediately to JAG. Just after midnight, I showed up in his office. You wouldn't believe how quiet it is here, dark too.
*Come on, you didn't write me at one something to talk about the dark*
How do I say this... I guess just directly, I have to leave, Harm. Not for good, hopefully. I've been asked to participate in a mission, not JAG related.
When I was in Bosnia I served with the peacekeepers and with regular troops during the transition period. It wasn't the greatest time, actually it was hell. But I gained the type of experience you need for basically anything in the Corps. I would have been a captain back then and I was a brand new JAG, but I wasn't just there as a JAG. I patrolled, I fought, I did everything. I was needed there.
During my tour, we were carefully monitoring a local militia group. They were suspected of genocide and other war crimes. I was the XO on a mission to take them down- it was supposed to be secret because it was the transition period and there were treaties to be upheld. Incredible, isn't it? NATO was so concerned about the public perception that their politics seemed more important than the people, the Bosnians, we were there to protect. Unfortunately, it didn't go exactly as planned. We lost 2 men, I lost 2 men. We got our target, but it turns out we barely scratched the surface. We thought we stopped them, but we didn't. They're back.
The CIA has been working against this group in recent years. They've had the Navy send in tons of teams- SEALS, Marine Recon- but we, the original team, were the only ones who even had a small measure of success against them.
The Admiral called me in because they need me again. They've asked me to lead a team. We were good, and we know what to look for. The signs of hidden graves, the marks left by those bastards... We took them down once, and we are going to do it again, or...
They're still not safe in Bosnia anymore, Harm. It's now or never.~
-Mac
"That's it? She can't have just left it at that!" Harm yelled, completely forgetting where he was.
"That's it, Mr. Rabb." Harm's head shot up, the Admiral was sitting in a chair in front of his desk. How he'd gotten in without Harm noticing was beyond him.
"But, sir, this is crazy. She's a lawyer! Lawyers don't go beyond the front lines and fight against militias and..."
"She's a Marine, Commander. How you can repeatedly forget that is incredible. She has more training than anyone else in this office, aside from myself, and she is more than qualified for this mission."
"Sir, this is an operation that could get her killed... Why would you-" Harm managed to stop himself in time.
"She could die, yes. Commander- Harm- this is her duty, and she's good. Her country- your country- needs her. People who aren't strong enough to fight for themselves need her too. If you want to help do something positive. I don't know, pray or something!" With that the Admiral quickly left the room, after leaving another white piece of paper on Harm's desk that went unnoticed.
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