The entire crew was assembled.
"Well, hello," she said, surprised but pleased. They were all there-John Ormack, sitting at a desk beside Elliott, head and shoulder heavily bandaged; Patrick McLanahan frostbite on his ears, hands and face; Wendy Tork, band ver parts of her face and forehead-, and General ER Angelina went over to his bedside.
"How you doing Angie?"
"Fine, sir… I'm I'm sorry about your leg.
truly-" "Forget it, Angie," Elliott said, glancing at the folded bedspread where his right leg would have been. "Some of those doctors out at Bethesda already have me on the slate for a mechanical job, so I'll be up and making trouble before you know it. I'm not trying to be brave, I'm just damn glad to be alive actually I'm the one who should be making apologies. "He was thinking especially of Dave Luger.
Angelina said: "I was proud to serve with you, sir, and proud of what we accomplished. I think I speak for everybody " Elliott looked at his assembled crew. "Thank you, I'm damn grateful to all of you. "He cleared his throat. "I think you'll be glad to know that I spoke with the President this morning. He congratulated every one of you. He also said that a new agreement has been reached… the Soviets have agreed not to rebuild the Kavaznya facility, and in return we've agreed not to launch another Ice Fortress.
"He told me something else that will interest you. Our suspicions about a breach of security were on target. It seems a certain aide in CIA Director Kenneth Mitchell's office was passing information to the Soviets. I don't know if it was a birds-of-a-feather sort of thing, or money, or both. Whatever, if we hadn't faked that crash over Seattle, my guess is that the Russians would have been waiting for us with every fighter they could put in the air. As it was, we had our hands No one argued with that.
Elliott motioned to Wendy, who had gotten a smuggled bottle of wine from the general's closet. She and Angelina poured for everyone as Elliott went on.
"Of course the destruction of the Kavaznya laser and our new agreement doesn't nail down the lid on laser technology.
It's probably only a matter of time before we develop laser systems equivalent to the Soviets'.What we've got to hope is that they'll neutralize each other Elliott raised his glass. "Well, to right now, and to the crew of the Old Dog. You guys broke the mold. "Angelina raised her glass. "And to Lewis Campos."
McLanahan forced his voice to be steady. "To Dave Luger… " "To Dave Luger," Wendy added. "The one who really brought us home."
They finished their wine in a strained silence. It was Angelina who finally spoke.
"What will happen to the Old Dog, General?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, it may be back in action-although I still think John here suffered a crack in the head he's not telling us about."
Ormack shrugged. "With what it's been through, it doesn't seem right to let it be cut up for scrap metal. I'll super, some repairs and fly it back to Dreamland."
McLanahan said, "I'm probably out of my mind, but I volunteered to go back with him.
"Patrick seems to like the idea of hanging around with old coot like me," Elliott said, smiling. "He's accepted a working with me at Dreamland."
Elliott nodded at Ormack, who reached into a duffel bag.
saved this one for you, McLanahan," Ormack said, presented him with the pilot's control wheel."it popped r' off the Old Dog's left control column. I didn't have it cut ol anything. I guess the beast wanted you to have it.
Wendy hung up the telephone at the nurse's station, turned to Patrick McLanahan sitting beside her.
"Everything okay at home?" McLanahan asked.
Fine. They were relieved to hear from me. They hahen't been able to get word-one out of the Air Force for the last two months.
"My mom was worried too," McLanahan asked. "I had a good excuse, though.
Told her I was busy bombing Russia."
"You didn't-" "Sure, why not? She didn't believe a word I said."
Wendy smiled, then turned serious. "Pat… that Catherine, you told me about. Did you call her too?"
"Yes. We had a long talk. Very long. I told her the truth, told her I used to worry I wasn't making a difference being in the Air Force, that what I was doing wasn't adding up to anything. I said I didn't feel that way anymore, that I going to stay in. I think she understood. She wished me luc "Oh, well, that's good… I guess… And i you're off to Dreamland next month. "She fidgeted with her hands. "I'm sure you'll do… I'm glad things have worked out for you He stood up and looked down at her, into her eyes that refused to meet his. "Hey, it's just a thought, but… well, you know, Elliott could use a good electronic warfare officer at Dreamland. And I'd like it if… oh, to hell with it," an put his arms around her and drew her to him.
"I want you to come with me. I want us to be together. How about it'?"
Her arms tightened around him, and the kiss that followed gave him all the answer he needed.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
DALE BROWN, a former United States Air Force Captain, served as a navigator from 1978 to 1986, logging thousands of hours aboard both B-52s and FB-111 bombers. During his service, he participated in numerous strategic combat exercises designed to simulate an actual strategic war. He is the recipient of the Air Force Commendation Medal, the Air Force Achievement Medal and the Combat Crew Award, among others.