An entry into the ‘Thinking’ story challenge, due Sept. 25, 2016.

Disavowed

By K. Corris

Part One

Well, what was there left to lose? Nothing. They were going to kill him soon anyway; he’d overheard the whisperings about it when they moved him to this even tinier new cell a few nights ago. And they had every right to execute him. At least he could die knowing he had tried everything possible to escape. Seven months he had been locked up in solitary, seven long, lonely, cold, hungry months. They must have finally realized that keeping him any longer was putting them at risk, or that they weren’t going to get anything out of him. Because of the disavow agreement he had signed, he hadn’t even given them name, rank, or serial number. He was of no use to them, he knew it. He would never tell them who he had been working for. They had confiscated the intel before he had a chance to secure it. Caught red handed. It was just a matter of time now, Lee was sure of it. It would have to be tonight. If there had been any kind of rescue attempt, it had apparently failed. But he doubted it; he knew he had been disavowed. They couldn’t have any contact with him. He was on his own.

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Acting Captain Chip Morton gave the order to slow Seaview to one third; they were getting near their coordinates. The next dive team going out would complete the mission. Even without their Captain and friend, life went on. Contracts had to be honored. Chip would do his job, Lee’s job, as he had always done before in Lee’s absence.

But this time, this absence, had been particularly hard on all of them. Because this time, they knew where he was but their hands were tied. The government had disavowed the Captain, denied any knowledge of him, and insisted they had no idea why that man was in their country. The diplomats had tried their best to negotiate his release, though only on the premise that he was an American citizen, but to no end. Nelson had begged, threatened, fought, pleaded, bargained, and prayed to all the powers that be, but to no avail. He had finally been given orders by the SecNav himself to stay out of it. Orders he would quickly disobey if he could rescue Lee, but the situation was much too complicated and delicate. Besides, what could they do to him if he did try? He had nothing to lose, there was nothing they could do to him or take away from him. He did as much or more for the Navy and US government as they did for him. NIMR could run easily on private contracts alone. And he certainly didn’t need his pension.

Lee had been captured with the stolen intel still on him, undeniable proof of their production of a gaseous biochemical agent, its delivery system, where it was being made and stored, and the locations and times of the tests that were to be made with it, tests that were to be made on innocent and unsuspecting civilians the world over. He had even managed to get the formula it was made with. The American government’s response to his capture was that he must be intending to sell the intelligence to a third party. He was absolutely not under any orders from the American government, whoever he was. But unknown to his captors, Lee had not only memorized a lot of the data, he had already transmitted it. He had to do it, no matter what. Even with just his basic chemistry knowledge he could understand the horrific and excruciating deaths it would cause. Another 10 seconds and he would have been gone. Only ONI knew the physical proof was now no longer needed, and so, sadly, neither was the agent. They could not, would not, do anything that could even hint at American involvement.

Admiral Johnson, head of the Office of Naval Intelligence, was devastated. Not only was Crane one of his best agents, but the wealth of data he had obtained would save thousands of lives, if not millions. The man deserved better from his own country, his own government; his loyalty was above and beyond to America while America turned its back on him only for doing his duty and following orders. And had his reputation ruined in the process. Johnson knew it had to be this way; after all, he was the one that drew up and countersigned the disavow agreement, but that didn’t make it right. He was more than ready for early retirement now. His own conscience wasn’t going to let him play this game any longer, not after this travesty.

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Lee’s ‘dinner’ was delivered at the same time every night at this new place, and the tray would then be retrieved through the flap at the bottom of the door about an hour later. Funny thing about this captivity, in both places he was fed pretty decent food, though not nearly enough, got some water on a fairly regular basis, and a light blanket. And even toilet paper! He wondered, was someone watching, or monitoring them? Their treatment of him wasn’t up to Geneva Convention specifications though, he was only fed just enough to barely keep him alive but in a very weakened condition. He looked down at how tightly his skin was stretched over his rib cage. He was a living skeleton.

Tonight, as hungry as he was, he didn’t touch his dinner. When they came to pick up the tray, they pulled it out untouched. Sure enough, a little while later the cell door was opened to check on him and he went into action. They must have believed he was dead or unconscious, they only sent two guards. Both of whom were now out cold, as he took their guns, a pair of boots, and the taller guard’s uniform. He slipped out the door and silently stole down the dimly lit hallway, passing several closed doors. He had to stop a minute to catch his breath, that little bit of exertion had taken all the strength and energy he could muster. He finally came to a door with a light on under it. Looking down the hallway, he couldn’t see any other lights, or any way out. This had to be it. He put his ear to the door and heard three, no, no, four distinct male voices. They seemed to be discussing something to do with scheduling, if his brief crash course of their language was correct. The chatter was followed by hearty laughter, and then three voices apparently saying good bye to the fourth one. He heard a door open and then slam shut. Ok, so this was a way out, and now there was only one man left to deal with, he hoped. He waited a few minutes to be sure the others were far enough away, then quietly opened the door, gun out ready to shoot.

The man in the office was wearing a uniform, and had his back turned towards Lee. On his desk was a plate with his dinner on it, looked like some kind of fish and a green vegetable, and something white. He appeared to be gathering papers from a fax or copy machine, but he had heard the door.

“So, how is our guest? Was he simply not hungry tonight?” He let out a long, cold hearted laugh. How could a man being slowly starved to death not be hungry? Apparently, he thought Lee was one of the returning guards.

Lee quietly walked up behind him, and pressed the cold gun barrel to the back of his neck.

“Oh, I’m pretty hungry all right, and that dinner of yours smells pretty fine. SIT DOWN, NOW!”

Slowly the officer turned and faced Lee, as Lee stepped back and around to the other side of the desk. Both men sat down, and Lee yanked the dinner plate towards him, never taking the gun or his eyes off the man. In a minute the food was gone.

“Okay, get up and walk over to that door,’” Lee used the gun to motion to the door that led back to the hallway as the man slowly stood up.

“Go on, open the door, and close it behind you.”

The man stood there a minute, but after one shot from Lee at the floor by his feet, he quickly opened the door and ran through it, slamming it shut behind him. Lee quickly locked it, and then put the desk chair under the door knob. Thank goodness he had the gun. In his weakened physical condition, he would have been no match for him, even though the officer was unarmed.

He finally had a chance to take a good look around the office. No radio or computer he could see, but there was a telephone. No dial tone, you probably had to have a code to get an outside line and he didn’t have time to play around.

He did find a brown bag with a sandwich, apple, and bottle of water in it, and grabbed it for the trip. Just as he was about to step out the door, the phone rang. He paused for a moment trying to decide if he should answer it, try to get help. At least he knew now that it worked. He finally decided to take a chance and picked the receiver up, after pushing the square button on the bottom that was blinking red. But he didn’t say anything, he just listened.

“Hello? Are you there?”

Lee responded by coughing loudly, then tried to make it sound like he was having trouble finding his voice.

“Not feeling well comrade? No matter, I only called to tell you the prisoner will be picked up tonight, in about two hours at the dock. Get him ready for transport, and have one guard accompany him. While the captain of the fishing boat is being paid well for his services, he did not want his crew involved so he will be alone and does not want any trouble. The prisoner will be killed and disposed with at sea, we will broadcast that he was killed while trying to escape. Take care of that cough, comrade.” With that he hung up, as did Lee, who then smiled to himself. All I have to do is find the dock, and I have two hours to do it in.

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Chip turned the con over to O’Brien, and headed for the wardroom. He was hungry, tired, and just plain glad to be off duty. It wasn’t the same here without Lee. Strange that he felt that way, considering he had been here long before Lee, serving with Seaview’s first Captain, John Phillips. And how many times had he been acting captain under Lee? And this time, for over seven months. He should be fairly use to it by now. He finally decided the difference was in knowing that this time there probably would be no end to it. He would probably never see his best friend again, may not even ever know his true fate. In the beginning, he had waited so eagerly for any news, but then the days drifted into weeks, the weeks into months. Life went on. If there was any way possible for him to pull off a rescue attempt on his own, without any support from the Government or Nelson, he would have done so long ago. He knew the SecNav’s orders to Nelson’s pertained to him too, he just didn’t care. Anything they did to him was still better than letting Lee die. The whole thing was just so damn frustrating. Anyone who knew Lee knew how patriotic he was, he truly loved his country and felt proud, not just honor bound, to serve and protect it. He would, and had, done anything and everything necessary to keep America safe, usually risking his life to do so. And now, to call him a traitor, out to make a fast buck selling stolen secrets to any despicable world power that wanted to buy them to use against America? He didn’t care what the brass said. If Lee is killed over there, I’ll spend the rest of my life proclaiming his innocence. He owed Lee that much, and much, much more.

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Lee slipped out the door, into the first truly fresh air he had breathed in seven months. It was a cool, clear night, with many stars shining brightly. He realized again how far he was from home when he didn’t easily recognize any of the constellations. He wasn’t as steady on his feet as he wanted to be, but was thankful it was from weakness not injury. No physical activity or exercise for seven months will do that to you, especially when you’re down to skin and bones. He walked slowly, trying to get his bearings. He seemed to be on the outskirts of a small city. He wasn’t sure what direction the water was in, and he didn’t have time to waste by heading in the wrong direction. He took several deep breaths, but couldn’t smell any salt air. He stayed in the shadows as he walked around the parking area and across the narrow road to a group of trees. As excited as he was to finally be free, he was beginning to feel disoriented. Have to keep going, put one foot in front of the other, don’t stop. This was his only chance. They would surely kill him on sight if they found him. Should he risk asking someone for directions? He knew he wasn’t thinking clearly. He turned back around and looked at the road he had just crossed, talking a step back into the trees when he heard a vehicle approaching. As it passed him, he saw it was towing a boat, just a small rowboat, on a trailer behind it. He stepped back out onto the road and watched as the car went down a ways then made a slow left turn. He followed it, staying in the shadows of the roadside trees.

The road the car had turned onto got wider and soon ended in a sandy semi-circle. Alongside it was water, not much more than a wide stream. Lee watched as the man dropped the boat into the water, got in and started rowing. In the dark it was hard to tell how deep it was, but Lee was sure by the current that it led to a bigger body of water. He got back on the road and walked in the direction the road headed in before the turnoff, staying parallel to the stream, and sure enough he eventually came to a much busier waterfront area. There were several docks, but he didn’t think they would choose one that was so public. There must be one further down, on the other side where it appeared to be quieter. He really didn’t want to walk straight through, surely someone would see the uniform coat he was wearing, and the condition he was in. They would easily remember him if the authorities came looking for him and asking questions.

But it was so good to see people again! People laughing, shopping, walking arm in arm. Sitting and eating, joking around. Boy does that mug of cold beer that old man is drinking look good! Seven months without a beer. He saw precious little children playing, and dogs! He loved dogs and one of the first things he was going to do when he retired from the Institute was buy a collie like he had growing up. And the smells! He was going to put on 50 pounds when he got home; he intended to eat all his favorite foods until he burst. Outdo Chip, he would. My God, I’m truly free again and back in the world, with other people. I don’t care if they aren’t my people, I’m not alone anymore. He felt one lone tear roll down his cheek and turned away.

He walked back a ways, and then crossed over. He found a couple of back streets that took him around the commercial area to a more desolate part of the waterfront further down. Here there were several older wooden docks, only one was occupied with an old sailboat tied up to it, a boat that had definitely seen better days. His sailor’s eye told him she was barely seaworthy.

But he could hide out there. Watch for a fishing boat docking and then plan his next move when he saw what he was up against.

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Nelson was in his lab going over the specimens the last dive team had brought in. This mission had gone well, exceedingly well. Now that he was sure he had all the proof he needed, they could head for home two days ahead of schedule. As he suspected, it wasn’t global warming that was killing off the coral and plant life in this area, which was pretty much what he had already told the Island authorities that had contracted with the Institute. Their economy depended, for a large part, on the tourism dollars brought in from their many picturesque diving sites. He was making notes when he heard Sparks on the intercom inform him he had a call from Admiral Johnson. He took a deep breath; he hoped this wasn’t bad news. He had tried his best to put the situation with Lee out of his mind; he had to to concentrate on his work. But Lee was never completely forgotten, just occasionally on a back burner. But he did truly feel, by some instinctive sense he couldn’t quite explain, that Lee was still alive. He hoped this call didn’t prove otherwise.

“Harry, even though we can’t get actively involved, I want you to know I’ve had an agent keeping an eye on where we believed Lee was being held. I just got word from him that Lee was moved a few nights ago. The agent doesn’t know where to yet, or why. But I wanted to let you know that as of a few nights ago, your captain was still alive. That’s all I can tell you, I’m sorry there isn’t more. I’ll keep you updated if I hear anything else.”

“Thanks Robert, I appreciate it. We all do. I guess there isn’t anything new on the diplomatic front? No new negotiations for his release being held?”

“No, not that I’ve heard of. If it means anything to you though, the information he obtained is proving to be invaluable. We’re still working on deciphering the last bits of it, but I have to tell you, what we have gotten so far is shocking. Lee outdid himself this time. I’m sorry, truly sorry, for him and all of us who know him that it had to end this way. But he did know that going in, and did agree to it. I’ve been wracking my brain to find a way to clear him and make him known as the man we know him to be. Truth be told Harry, I hate politics and the so called ‘diplomatic efforts’ that go with them. Diplomats do nothing but whitewash the politician’s mistakes and problems with a little protocol, sweet talk, and back door deal making. But when push comes to shove like in a case like this, we military men should be free to pull out the big guns and just do what has to be done. We need action, not talking.”

“Why Robert, it almost sounds like you may be planning something, at least in your own mind. Care to let me in on it, or are you just ‘talking’ too?”

“Not fair Harriman, you know my hands are as tied as yours are. It’s not like I can just walk up to a door, knock on it and ask if we could please have our man back. It would take too much obvious military and foreign support to even get over there, and the situation is being monitored too closely to see if we try to do just that. All I can do is observe and report. And that’s all my agent is ordered to do, no rescue attempts are to be made. Again Harry, I’m sorry I can’t do more.”

“Well, thanks for the update Robert, and I want you to know I do understand the situation. But please, just keep me informed.”

With that, both men hung up, each staring at their phones and mulling over the conversation and the state of affairs that left their hands tied. And both men knowing this just wasn’t right.

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Lee ate the sandwich and drank the water while he waited in the sailboat, saving the apple for later. He needed the food and the short rest to get some of his strength back. If the fishing captain did show up alone, Lee hoped he would be able to overtake him. He really didn’t want to use the gun to kill the man; despite the fact that was what the captain was intending to do to him. He also hoped he wouldn’t have any problem figuring out the boat controls. A fishing boat wasn’t a submarine, or even much like his sail boat back home or the Admiral’s yacht. But it was a boat, and he wasn’t inexperienced.

If he was going to make a fast getaway, he would have to figure the controls out fast, and get as far away as quickly as he could. If he kept the captain on board the boat with him, no one would be the wiser. They would know he escaped, but weren’t aware yet that a boat had been sent to pick him up. Hopefully, it would take a while for them to put the pieces together. And he expected to be long gone by then.

Lee heard it before he saw it. Not too large a boat, but definitely heading this way. Not exactly what he would consider a fishing boat either, but who knew? The caller had said he was a fishing boat captain, but that didn’t necessarily mean he would be coming in a fishing boat. He studied it carefully, paying particular attention to the captain. Damn. He had hoped for an older man, easier to take down, not this young muscular one. The boat slipped into the dock right next to the sailboat. The captain cut the engines, climbed down from the cabin and threw a rope onto the dock, jumped off the boat, and quickly began to moor her before she could float away. While he was still securing the rope, Lee made his move. He jumped out of the sailboat onto the dock, and was behind the man in an instant. One sharp karate chop to the back of his neck and the man went down. Lee tried but he was too weak to lift him back onto the boat, so he just undid the rope, threw it back onto the boat and jumped on. It didn’t take him long to figure out the controls since this wasn’t a fishing boat, and within a minute he was on his way. He didn’t know where he was on his way to, but he was free!

He decided to head for the open ocean, staying near land could be a death sentence. His plan was to get out to the open seas and then radio ONI for help. It was a private frequency, one that he hoped the local authorities here wouldn’t pick up. That plan was ruined when he found out the radio didn’t work. It didn’t even light up. What captain of any boat doesn’t have a working radio? The man would be coming to soon and would realize his boat had been stolen. This changed everything. Ok, he would head down the coast a bit and see what he came to. But if he docked the boat, she would be found and they would have a general idea where he was. He could jump over board and swim to shore, let the tide take her out, but then what? As much as the boat could give him away it was the only shelter he had, and his best chance for an escape. Maybe he should take her straight out to sea, try to find help from a friendly vessel, if he had enough gas to get into international waters. He tried again to get the radio working.

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The officer Lee had sent into the hallway quickly found the other two guards. Within minutes after he left, they had begun a massive search for him. He had barely escaped in time. They turned their search toward the nearby city, convinced he was hiding out there. No one bothered to check out the waterfront area. He couldn’t have made it that far.

The fishing boat captain came around slowly, having absolutely no idea what had happened. What the devil had fallen on his head? He stood up carefully, still feeling dizzy. He saw a bench, went over and sat down, dropping his head into his hands. It took a few minutes before his head cleared and he sat back up and looked over to his boat. Or where his boat should be. That’s right, I was mooring her when it happened. She must have drifted out! I can’t even see her! How long was I out? I only stopped here to try to fix my radio, now my boat is gone! Must have been one of those wharf thugs. What an idiot!

A few miles away on the other side of the city, at a private dock outside a decrepit old wooden house, a very weathered fishing boat sat and waited. The old captain lit his pipe and sat back. He could retire on the money he was being paid for this job; it was worth it for him to wait awhile. But only for a while.

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“Nelson to Control Room”.

“Morton here, Sir.”

“We’re done here Chip. You can plot a course for home and get us underway.”

“Yes, Sir. er, Sir, the call from Admiral Johnson, we were all wondering, was it good news?”

“In a way Chip. There was visual confirmation that, as a few nights ago, Lee was still alive. But he was being moved and no one knows where. But again, that was a few nights ago, nothing since. And nothing about the condition he was in. All we can do is keep hoping and praying. Nelson out.” Good. Now all the men in the control room knew Lee’s current status. It wouldn’t take long for word to spread through the rest of the boat.

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask the Admiral where the sighting had been, but he decided to do it in private. He plotted the course, got Seaview on her way home, and then turned the con over to Mister O’Brien. It was time for his break anyway. No response to his knock on the Admiral’s cabin door, so he headed down to the lab.

“Yes Chip? What can I do for you? Are we underway?”

“Yes, Sir, underway. I was just wondering Sir, did Admiral Johnson give you any idea where the sighting was?”

“No Chip, no he didn’t. He was probably afraid I’d head over there, and he’d be right. We’re lucky he gave us that much. They’ve been keeping us pretty much in the dark, though I suspect there really hasn’t been any major changes to tell us about anyway. He did say there was nothing new on the diplomatic front. I hate to say it, but I guess they may have given up, given the circumstances. You know, if they try too hard, it would smack of American involvement. Besides, returning Lee would be a stupid move for his captors to make. They may have gotten the intel back from him, but they had to realize he became aware of some of it. They just don’t know that he had already transmitted it all to ONI before they caught him. We already know everything, there is nothing left for Lee to tell us, but to them, he’s a threat. I hate to say it, but it truly surprises me that they haven’t killed him already, just to silence him. I have a feeling that may be why they just moved him, but I certainly hope I’m wrong.”

Chip let out a long sigh, his head hung down. “Sir, do you think they will let us know if and when they do execute him, the way the terrorists brag about a bombing?”

“I have no idea Chip. This is a very reticent foreign government we’re dealing with, and he was caught and convicted of espionage. No doubt about it, the evidence was still on him. They have every right to do what they want with him, according to their laws. Even international laws don’t condone espionage, though every country is certainly aware of it. We certainly wouldn’t send a foreign spy back home if he was caught doing something like this. Of course, we wouldn’t execute him either, but that’s in America. We are a little bit more civilized here. Over there, who knows for sure? There isn’t even an American ambassador to that country, no diplomatic relations. As hard as it is, we have no choice but to just wait and see, and hope for the best.”

“Sir, I keep wondering why there wasn’t any backup or an extraction plan? Why wasn’t this planned out better?”

“Chip, it was planned out, with back up and an extraction plan according to what Johnson told me. But then Lee got caught red handed and nothing could be done. It was too late. If Lee hadn’t taken the time to transmit the data, he may have been able to get away in time, but apparently what he found was so terrifying he wanted to be sure it got sent out immediately. I’m sure he weighed the consequences carefully, and decided he had to take the chance. Knowing Lee, he may have even realized he wouldn’t make it out, but made sure the intel did. For a man like him, it was the only thing he could do. And from what I’ve heard about what was transmitted, it was the right choice.”

“But to do that, make a decision, a sacrifice like that and then to get disavowed and called a traitor for doing it, just doing what he was ordered to do, it just isn’t fair!”

“Of course it isn’t Chip, but what keeps going through my mind is one of the long talks I’ve had with Lee about being disavowed on a mission. He knew what it would involve for him, and for us, and that there was a very good chance it could happen someday. He clearly understood the importance of it, and the repercussions from it. If you think for one minute he has been holding his breath waiting for a rescue, I can tell you right now he hasn’t. He knew better, and he was mentally prepared for it. I don’t doubt he’s praying and hoping for something to happen, but that’s because hope is an undeniable part of human nature. Realistically, he doesn’t expect us to show up, blast our way in, and abscond with him to a waiting Seaview. And I can guarantee you, he feels as bad for us as we do for him.”

“Wow. Admiral, do you think the day will ever come that his name will be cleared, that he will get the recognition and honor for this he deserves? Or that we will ever find out exactly how he died?”

“In this lifetime, on this world, no Chip, no I don’t. But I do truly believe there is someone up there with a scoreboard keeping track, and I believe Lee will get his just rewards at another time, in another place. Good will always be rewarded, evil will always be punished. How many times have we seen that already on this plane or level of existence? And to Lee, his reward would be simply knowing how many innocent lives his sacrifice saved. That’s all he would want.”

Chip walked slowly to his cabin, head down, contemplating the Admiral’s words. Maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s time to let Lee go.

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Well, one look at the gas gauge and Lee knew he couldn’t make it to the open seas. He’d have to stick close to shore, get as far away as he could, then abandon ship and swim for the coast when the gas ran out, let her drift out to sea, if he had the strength to swim that far. Too bad, it was a pretty decent boat, definitely not a fishing boat, and he had found a snack, a can of soda, a cell phone, and best of all, a change of clothes. He wouldn’t be so obvious now as he had been wearing a guard’s uniform, but that had been better than the orange jumpsuit he had lived in for the last seven months. During one of the few showers they had allowed him, he had actually kept it half on, knowing from the last couple of times they weren’t going to provide a clean one for him. So when he was almost done with his shower he just pulled it back on and soaped up with it on and rinsed it off good. It, and the guard’s uniform he had put on over it were now drifting out to sea. He headed up the coast, keeping an eye on the gas gauge and downing the soda and chips.

What was that up ahead? Looked like some kind of marina, and past that it looked like, yep, it was a Ferris wheel, and a roller coaster. It must be some kind of seaside resort area with a boardwalk and fun pier. In this little country? It was certainly incongruous with what he’d experienced here so far. Had he gotten that far away in the boat? He could see a long rock jetty jutting out after the marina, before the rides. He steered towards it; maybe he could turn the boat into the marina and jump off onto the jetty. She wouldn’t drift out to sea that way. It pretty much looked closed down for the night, no one would see him. And he hoped to be far out of this area before they found it and figured it all out tomorrow morning. He grabbed the gun, made the turn, cut the engine, and jumped. Made it!

Ok, let’s see what the boardwalk has to offer that might help me, although most of it is closed for the night. I wish I had some money. Well, if it was like any other boardwalk, I know where I might find some coins. He started at the end nearest him, crawling under as soon as it was high enough, and crawled underneath feeling for dropped coins. Thank God my men can’t see me, or the Admiral! Chip would certainly have a good laugh though! By the time he reached the other end, he had what he thought was about the equivalent of two dollars, and what felt like a ring. Ok, back out.

He stood up and brushed himself off, now looking at the boardwalk from closer to the other end. He stuffed the change in the pants pocket, and looked at the ring, a women’s ring. Was this diamond real? It looked like it. If I can find a way to pawn or sell this, I might find a way to get out of this country. A sudden breeze brought the aroma of fresh coffee to him. Coffee! I haven’t had coffee in seven months! I hate to spend any of this change, but I need to keep going. I wonder if I have enough.

He ambled slowly down the boardwalk, following the smell to a little stand, the only one still open. He decided to get some, he needed to sit down for a while and clear his head, make a plan, rest. It would be all right, as long as he didn’t stay too long. He ordered a cup, amazed at how much cheaper it was than back home. He sat down in a booth, and took his first sip. He wasn’t sure if it was the length of time without it or the beans themselves, but it sure tasted like the best coffee he had ever had.

A young couple came in and sat down in a booth across from him. The woman was crying hysterically, the man was trying to console her, telling her there was no place left to look. The best Lee could get from his limited understanding, she had lost something that meant a great deal to her. As he looked over, he saw her looking at her left hand and then holding her ring finger. The ring! The one he had found under the boardwalk must belong to her! Lee knew what he had to do. It wasn’t his.

“Excuse me Miss, is this yours? I found it on the boardwalk.” He didn’t have to worry about not pronouncing the words right, the way she jumped up and grabbed the ring she hadn’t even heard him. A second later her arms were around him and she gave him a big kiss on the cheek. The next thing he knew, the man was shoving some bills into his hand, saying thank you over and over.

Lee watched as he took the ring and gently slipped it back on her finger, took her hand and kissed the ring then gathered her up in his arms and kissed her face. Suddenly, they were quickly scurrying back out onto the boardwalk, holding hands and laughing.

Lee counted the money. For the man to have given him this much, it must have been a real diamond. He went back to the counter and ordered a hamburger and fries.

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“I am not concerned. He was too weak to have gotten far, and we have many men out looking for him. But we must find him quickly before we get the final orders to execute him. Or we will be the ones executed instead! His escape must be kept secret! I believe we will find him hiding somewhere nearby, probably sleeping. And remember, he is wearing a guard’s uniform and black boots. We will continue searching tonight, and then double our efforts in the morning light. It will be harder for him to hide then, and he will be even weaker. If you find him dead, and there is a good chance of that, bring the body back here and put it back in the cell. We will make it look like he took his own life. That is the only way we will not be punished for this. GO!”

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Lee was so much more than just tired and weak. He needed sleep, a shower, time to plan. He wished he would stop feeling so disoriented and confused. The meal he had just eaten had done the exact opposite of giving him more energy. He had the money now to get a room if he could find one, but just didn’t think that was a good idea. He knew there were basically no Americans in this country; he’d stick out like a sore thumb. And he couldn’t trust anyone. He certainly couldn’t go to the authorities. He had tried calling the Institute and ONI on the cell phone, but the calls kept getting ‘lost’. He sat down on a bench a ways down from the food stand on the boardwalk and just sat staring out at his beloved ocean, the only friend he felt he had left in the world. How he would love to see Seaview surface in the distance. There had to be a way out of this, if he wasn’t so damned tired and weak he probably would have thought of it by now. He felt himself falling asleep, and knew he couldn’t stay there.

************

Enough was enough. He had waited most of the night for them to bring the prisoner. Something was wrong, and he didn’t want to get involved in whatever it was. They hadn’t paid him yet, so he owed them nothing. The old captain started his engine and headed back out, up the coast. He didn’t live too far from here. A little while later he was docking his boat outside his little cottage. He put his pipe in the little wooden mermaid pipe holder he kept by the steering wheel while he docked his boat, grabbing it back when he left. Well, no easy retirement now.

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Admiral Nelson was pleased the mission had gone so well, and knew he had the crew to thank for it. Even with the heavy weight on their shoulders from worrying about their Captain, they had performed superbly, as usual. They were heading home two days ahead of schedule, and he had a sudden longing to see his old friend Jiggs Starke at Pearl Naval Base. Around the crew, he had to keep his chin up when it came to talk of Lee, but even he needed someone to talk to and Jiggs was his oldest friend. Besides, the crew loved shore leave in Hawaii, and they more than deserved it. He picked up the mic.

“Nelson to Control Room.”

“Aye, Sir, Ridings here.” He was fairly new to Seaview, a TDA from Naval Reserves six months ago. He’d been a submarine XO in the regular Navy and liked it, but he hadn’t been crazy about Navy life itself. NIMR provided him with a chance for a more normal family life, instead of being gone for 18 months at a time. He’d just been trying it out for a while, and with their Captain ‘away’ for so long, his timing had proved quite convenient.

Nelson quickly looked at his watch. Had it gotten so late while he worked in his lab that Chip and O’Brien were off duty already? Yes, yes it had. And they were probably asleep in their bunks by now, too. Ok, time for Ridings to earn his pay, show his stuff. He liked this new man, he just wished he’d relax and lose some of the Naval protocol that was still in him.

“Mister Ridings, I know we’re headed for home, but plot a new course for Pearl. The crew has earned a little shore leave and we are ahead of schedule. Take us there at two-thirds. No need to wake Mr. Morton, I’ll inform him in the morning. Nelson out.” He felt better now, knowing he was going to see Jiggs. His friend was aware of the situation with Crane, and he knew of Nelson’s close relationship with the man. Nelson felt a long night sharing a good bottle of Scotch with an old friend coming on, and he more than needed it.

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Lee only intended to walk to the end of the boardwalk, to see if there was a place for him to hide under it, safe enough to sleep. But at the end there was no way to get under. He looked down the beach, and spotted an old dilapidated wooden shack, with a boat tied up outside it. It looked deserted, but the door to the shack was locked when he got there, though he couldn’t figure out why. A good wind would blow the place down. He was stumbling and dizzy with weakness and exhaustion as he climbed onto the boat. He went into the cabin, dropped to the deck, and was out cold almost immediately.

He woke up a few hours later, feeling the sun beating down on him. But boy, after seven months without it, he suddenly felt euphoric. Sunlight! It hurt his eyes a little, but he didn’t care. He sat up, suddenly remembering where he was and the condition he had been in earlier. He did feel better, at least a little. And he knew he had to get out of the boat before the owner showed up. He started to stand up, and hit his head on something. He turned and looked up, oh, only the radio. The radio! He could use this to get help, try to contact the Institute or ONI. He was just about to reach up when he saw the door to the shack open and an old man come out. He had a cup in his hand, and sat down in an old rusted green metal chair. Lee couldn’t do anything now but stay put and hope the old guy didn’t decide to check out his boat. Lee didn’t want to hurt or even just knock out an innocent old man. Wait! He had that money. Maybe he could pay the old man to let him use the radio? Maybe, but on second thought, the guy would probably be too furious if he thought Lee had trespassed onto his boat to let him do that. And he might want to listen in. Lee waited a while, and finally the old man put his coffee cup down on a cinder block, got up, stretched, and started ambling slowly down the beach. When he was far enough away, Lee tried the radio. It worked! He had no trouble getting through to ONI, and it only took them a minute to connect with Admiral Johnson. He simply told them he was an agent checking in with important intel for Admiral Johnson’s ears only. While he waited, he decided against radioing NIMR. He really didn’t want them involved, or to put them in any danger when he had no idea where things stood, what was going on in his absence. And there was the disavow agreement that would be broken. He could honestly and naively say he didn’t know it had gone that far yet. But he knew better.

“Johnson here. Who is this?”

“Sir, it’s so good to hear your voice. It’s me, Lee Crane. I escaped but can’t find a way out of this country. I just sneaked aboard a tied up fishing vessel to use the radio but I have to get off when I see the owner coming back. If he notifies the authorities I’m as good as dead, they’re all looking for me. I’m sure I’ve probably been disavowed, but can you help me Sir? At least get me out of this country? Please?”

Johnson let out a long deep breath. “My God Lee, I’ll certainly try. I have an agent in the area that was keeping tabs on you, but he lost track of you when they moved you a few nights ago, we thought they moved you to execute you. Quickly, give me an idea where you are, and what condition you’re in.”

Lee told him he was fine, long since recovered from the initial beatings and torture they had subjected him to when he was first captured. He made sure Johnson knew he had told them nothing. He also felt a heavy weight lift off his shoulders when Johnson confirmed that the intel had been received and the testing prevented. He then went on to describe the marina and the boardwalk where he had eaten, how long and at what speed he had traveled north up the coast, everything he could remember about the waterfront area. “Sir, I have a working cell phone with me that I found, but it doesn’t seem to work for long distances. Is there a phone # I can call from here to reach that agent?”

“Lee, try this number but wait a minute and let me call him first. Radio me back when you are done. He gave Lee the number and hung up, a hundred questions going through his mind.

Lee waited a minute, constantly watching the shoreline for any sign of the old man returning. Then he called the #. Immediately he heard a ‘Yes?’

Hurriedly, they made arrangements, and Lee radioed Johnson back. As he hastily reached up to put the mic back, he knocked over a little wooden mermaid. Cute, must be some kind of good luck charm. He jumped off the boat and walked down the beach as fast as he could. He was happy, for several reasons, to find an open rest room, but knew he had to find another place to hide until tonight. He was a sitting duck in the daylight. But he felt he owed that fishing boat’s captain a debt of gratitude for saving his life without even knowing it.

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Admiral Johnson sat back in his chair, dazed. He truly believed Lee had been executed by now. He never expected to hear his voice again, and maybe he never would hear it again. It was going to take a miracle to get him out of that country, alive. As successful as he was at planning extractions covertly, this time too many eyes were watching and ears listening. It wasn’t logistics as much as it was the surveillance. Lee hadn’t gone into detail about how he had escaped, but Johnson knew only Lee Crane could have done it. After thinking about it for a minute, he decided not to let Nelson know. Why get all their hopes up? And despite Lee’s escape, the disavow agreement was still in place. He called the agent back, and they tried to come up with some kind of extraction plan that wouldn’t involve American military. But even without that involvement, Johnson knew he was going to be in hot water. He was under the same orders as Nelson not to try any rescue attempts, or have any contact or communication with Lee, but he couldn’t just leave him there. Yep, early retirement was looking better and better. And after this escapade, it might just be a forced retirement. Without a pension.

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Lee found himself back behind where the few rides were. Most of the doors were still locked from the inside. A man was delivering food supplies to the back door of one that must be a food stand. The back doors of the truck were open and Lee grabbed a bottle of water and a small box of doughnuts. He knew it was stealing, but he had to keep his strength up and he couldn’t risk being seen in the daylight. Further down he found some stairs with a rusty chain across them, and a worn sign hanging from the chain that he thought read “Closed for Renovation. Will reopen next spring’. He stepped over the chain and pulled himself up the stairs. He couldn’t believe what he found at the top. A small, worn miniature golf course that looked like it had been closed for many springs.

There was a little tiny house there, with a little round glass window on the front, covered with brown paper. Must be where the person working there sat to take money and give out score cards, clubs, and balls. And the little pencils. He’d had a whole collection of those little pencils when he was a kid. The door opened easily, and inside it was still in pretty good shape. He sat in the dusty chair and ate half the box of doughnuts and drank half the bottle of water. He couldn’t quite stretch out in it, but he could get fairly comfortable curled up on the floor. He loved the way the sun came through the little window over the brown paper and right onto him. He actually felt kind of safe in here, despite the fact it was actually smaller than the cells he had spent the last seven months in. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep again.

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Lt. Mark Winters looked down at the maps spread in front of him, going over what Lee had told him. No marinas or amusement areas showed up on any of these maps, Lee must be further north. Or, if they had first taken him further south than Mark assumed, then maybe he should be looking south down the coast. He wished he could ask someone, but he couldn’t afford to give himself away. He couldn’t speak this language well at all, and there hadn’t been time for the crash course in it Lee had taken, but he was only supposed to be here to observe anyway. He’d barely managed to speak enough to rent a room across from the government building where they were holding Lee, but he used a French accent, a language he did speak well to lessen suspicion. He’d seen Lee led out blindfolded and handcuffed. At first he thought their tight grip on him was a security measure, but he soon realized they were trying to hold him up. Even from this distance, he could see how emaciated Lee was. If they didn’t execute him soon, he would probably die on his own. He certainly hadn’t believed at that time that Lee was up to trying any escape attempts. All he could figure now was that they must have believed he was so close to death that they hadn’t bothered to keep a close watch on him. But they didn’t know Lee Crane. He’d worked with Lee before, and suddenly realized that Lee must have been putting on an act. That’s it! That’s how he got away! They had underestimated one very tricky espionage agent.

Mark couldn’t come up with anything sitting in here, so he decided to go for a walk, get something to eat, see if he could find someone he might trust to give him directions. He was sitting at an outside table when a family with young children sat down near him. They would probably know where the rides are!

He listened to them talk for a while, get a feel for them. He hoped they would just think it was an innocent question from a visiting foreigner. They didn’t seem the suspicious type. He approached them speaking French, when that didn’t work, he tried Spanish, but that didn’t work either. He couldn’t take a chance using English. Finally, he took out his notepad and drew a picture of a Ferris wheel and a roller coaster with waves behind them and handed it to the man. Then he shrugged his shoulders with his hands upturned, the international gesture for ‘where’?

A light went on. The father laughed, took the notepad, and drew a crude little map, and wrote down a town name and distance, and pointed the direction. He wrote down a bus number and pointed to the corner of the main street they were on, then tapped his watch and flashed all ten of his fingers 6 times. Mark happily thanked him as best he could in French, shook the man’s hand, bowed to the mother, and left. So, Lee was only about an hour’s bus ride away, in a town called Abelmarle.

Mark quickly walked back to his room and called Admiral Johnson back, told him what he had found out. The Admiral listened carefully, checking the area on his map. He found it immediately. Yep, same general area they had tracked Lee’s second radio transmission to, Abelmarle. Hmmm. If this map was accurate and up to date, Lee’s little boat excursion had actually taken him very near the border of their northernmost neighbor. Probably a very well secured and patrolled border. He hit another few keys, checking for assets of US allies in the area. Bingo. He took a deep breath, and then let it out along with a long sigh. For the first time in his career, Admiral Johnson was going to disobey orders. And very, very, important orders at that. But finally, he might be able to sleep tonight.

“Ok Lt. Winters, this is what we are going to do. . . “

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“Admiral, this is Sparks. Incoming message for you from Admiral Starke, Sir.”

“Thanks, Sparks, I’m in my cabin. Pipe it down here.”

“Jiggs! You saved me a call. We’re headed your way, thought I’d give my crew a 48 hour shore leave in Pearl. You up for dinner when we get there? My treat.”

“Er, Harry, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you. There’s been an official announcement made that they have executed Lee. It states he was killed while trying to escape, but the last I heard he was in no condition to even try that. It was probably an excuse to kill him without having to answer for it, although they did have grounds to do it anyway. Either way, I’m sorry, Harry, very sorry. I know he was a good man, a good captain, and to you, a good friend. Nothing has been said about returning his body, in fact, nothing more has been said at all. If I hear anything else, I will let you know. As far as stopping here goes, you know you and your crew are always welcome here, and right now, under these circumstances, it might be what everyone needs.”

“Harry, are you there?”

“Yes, I . . . I . . .,”

“Harry, pull yourself together and go inform your crew. Get back to me and let me know your eta here if you still decide to come. Is there anything else I can do? Do you want me to call the Institute?”

“No, Jiggs, thanks, but no. They . . . they should hear it from me. I’ll . . . I’ll get back to you. Nelson out.”

Nelson sat back and then slumped in his chair. He let out a long breath he had been holding for over seven months. So this was it. This was how it ended. Just like that, with a phone call from an old friend. My God Lee, I’m so sorry son. You didn’t deserve this. But at least it’s finally over for you. I hope you are in a better place. You did what you could to make this world better, it was just too much for one man. But you did more than your share, and you certainly have left your mark on all the people who knew you and loved you. I feel proud and honored to have had your friendship. You will never be forgotten, and you will be greatly missed.

Harry leaned forward, crossed his arms on the desk, put his head down on them, and let it out.

It took almost a half hour for the Admiral to pull himself together. Then he picked up the mic. “Sparks, put me on the ship wide pa system.”

“Ok, Sir, you can go ahead.”

“This is the Admiral, I . . . “

He had a sudden thought. This wasn’t fair to Chip. “Mr. Morton, please report to my cabin.” Chip deserved to be informed before the rest of the crew. Lee wasn’t just his best friend and CO, those two were more like brothers. And as Captain, he should be given the chance to deal with this devastating blow in private, away from the crew.

A few moments later came the knock on his door. He had sat there dreading it.

“Come.”

“You wanted to see me, Sir?”

“Yes, sit down, Chip. I’m afraid I have bad news. Admiral Stark said there’s been an announcement made that they executed Lee, supposedly while he was trying to escape, though no one is buying that, not in the condition he was in. He could have simply died because of the inhumane way he was being treated but they wanted to cover that up. It doesn’t matter now anyway. I guess we can just be thankful his suffering is over. Nothing was said about returning his body. But there will be a memorial service for him at the Institute, and I will make sure everyone there knows he was a hero, an innocent hero. I swear to you Chip, I will not let his memory live on in disgrace.”

They both sat there in silence for a few minutes. Then Chip simply got up and walked out.

The Admiral took a deep breath, and had Sparks put him on the ship wide pa again.

“All hands, this is the Admiral. It is my very sad duty to inform you that an announcement has been made that Captain Lee Crane has been executed. There are no further details available at this time. There will be a memorial service at the Institute at a later date. For now, we will observe three minutes of silence in memory of our Captain and our friend. Starting . . . now.”

Three minutes later, and “I ask you all to please remember Lee in your prayers. Nelson out.” Even through the bulkheads and decks, he could feel the sad heaviness that now hung in the air. He hung up the mic and pulled out his bottle of scotch.

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“I ask you again, Commandant. If you killed him while he was trying to escape, where is his body? What are you trying to hide from me? When did he try to escape? If it was while he was being taken to the boat last night, why was I not informed then?”

“Boat? What boat?”

“The boat I ordered you to take him to when I called you last night! When you could not speak on the phone, you had no voice from coughing. You were to have him down at the dock with a guard, do you not remember? Were you that sick? You certainly appear fine now!”

“General, I did not take any call from you last night, and I am not sick. I do not know who you spoke to, but it was not me. I did not receive such an order from you.”

“I do not know what is going on here, but we have already informed their government that he is dead, killed while trying to escape. It appears that may be exactly what happened, if you are telling the truth. But I still want to know where his body is. And how was he allowed to escape?”

The Commandant had to think fast. His life was on the line. They hadn’t been able to find the prisoner; he had thought they would today in the daylight. Then the General showed up unexpectedly. He didn’t even know for sure if the man was dead. If he was recaptured and brought in alive, he wouldn’t be the only one executed.

“Please General, sit. I will find what the guards did with his body. I will be right back.”

The commandant quickly exited through the back of the building, got in his car, and took off. He was never seen or heard from again. It was rumored he had defected over the border to their northernmost neighbor.

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“I’m telling you I didn’t leave my boat at your marina! My radio conked out and I pulled into an empty dock to fix it. Someone hit me on the head after I got out of the boat and when I came to, she was gone! I figured she drifted out to sea or was stolen and I would never see her again, but I guess the tide must have brought her back in. Yes, that’s my registry number. Yes, yes, I’ll be there later, and thank you. Goodbye.” Geez!

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Lee woke up with a start; it took a minute for him to realize he was no longer in his cell. He sat up, he felt a little better, a little bit more clear headed, but he was starving. And he’d eaten more in the past twelve hours than he had in the past twelve days! He finished the last two mini doughnuts and washed them down with the rest of the water. He had no idea what time it was, but the sun was just starting to go down. He knew he had to start making his way to meet Mark. Lee had told him about a structure he had seen while eating his meal last night on the boardwalk. It was further down the beach, and stood all alone, and it was dark and deserted. A lone lantern hung from the porch, facing the ocean. There was a brick column, but the rest of it looked a little burnt out, like there might have been a fire there. At least it looked that way from a distance. He had described it as best he could to Mark, and they had agreed to meet there after sunset, early dusk. Lee wondered if he could get away with eating at the same place again, that way he could keep an eye out for Mark. Or maybe he should just order something and take it over there to eat it. He had no idea how safe either idea was, all he knew was he had to get back to that rest room and then get some real food to eat soon, and in that order. He’d have to play it by ear, see how busy the boardwalk was, it was earlier than when he had eaten there last night. He had no idea what was going to happen after that, what extraction plans Mark had made with Admiral Johnson. He only hoped he was finally going home, and not just being smuggled out of this country to the country of an American ally, to be given a new name and identity, and left there to live out the rest of his life alone, the rest of the world believing he was dead. While that was certainly better than being caught and executed here, or going back home to be branded a traitor and sent to Leavenworth for the rest of his life, he would almost rather be dead. To never see America, his friends, Seaview, the Institute, his treasured car and little seaside cottage ever again, was too much to bear. What his poor friends must be going through. Friends? They were his family. And he was ashamed to admit, even to himself, that it wasn’t until this experienced that he truly realized how very much they meant to him, how much he needed them in his life.

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Mark got off the bus at the town of Abelmarle. He walked down to the ocean, and was relieved to be able to see the marina and the rides further down. He took his time, it wasn’t quite dusk yet, and he just wanted to appear to be strolling down the beach, picking up shells, getting his feet wet. Eventually he came to the marina. Well, he was going to have to go inland to walk around it to get to the other side. That little detour took him longer than he had expected, but there was no other way for him get to the far side of the inlet that led into it, jumping in for a quick swim across might look suspicious. Once on the other side and back on the beach, he headed for the rides, keeping an eye out for the building Lee had told him about. The sun was just starting to go down. Ok, there it was, that had to be it. He slowly ambled up to it, acting and looking for all the world like he was just a curiosity seeker, and what the devil was this place here for? He walked around it, looking it up and down, as if trying to figure it out. After he was sure there was no one else around, he gave a short whistle. No reply, Lee must not be here yet. He went around back where he was sure he couldn’t be seen and sat down to wait.

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Well, they were already on course for Pearl, may as well keep heading there. The men deserved it, and now, needed it. And so did he. The first thing he wanted to do when he got there was call Admiral Johnson from Jiggs’ office. See if any more details had been released, or if there had been confirmation. Strange how he hadn’t heard from him by now, Johnson had promised to keep him updated and informed. Maybe he was waiting until he had more information or definite verification to give Harry. It was rare that Harry just wanted to get off Seaview, but everywhere he looked, everything he did, reminded him of Lee. And the somber, quiet mood among the crew was as depressing as it was supposed to be. He was seriously considering taking FS1 back to Santa Barbara after Seaview left Pearl; get a start on the Memorial Service and deal with any repercussions at the Institute. He had to speak with Chip about taking over as Captain, but Chip hadn’t said two words to him since he’d told him, and it seemed that every time he went down to the Control Room, either Mister O’Brien or Mr. Ridings had the con. He hadn’t even bumped into Chip in the Wardroom. He knew Chip was as devastated as he was, but it still wasn’t like him to neglect his duties. And certainly not like him not to eat. Sadly and belatedly, the Admiral realized he should have looked in on him. Well, if he wasn’t in the wardroom tonight, he would grab Jamie and they would both go to his cabin and check on him.

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Chip had no idea why he was simply sitting at Lee’s desk, in Lee’s cabin. He could only guess he felt closer to Lee in here. Or what was left of Lee. Somehow, he had always known this day would come. That all the fun plans they had made together for their retirement would never come to fruition. He had thought he was more prepared for this, after expecting the worse so many times. And the end had come so close so many times. He’d survive, they all would survive, life just would never be the same or even close to it. To have a man as remarkable and vital as Lee in almost every moment of your life for so many years, to have gone through so many incredible experiences with him, to owe him your life a dozen times over and then to have him suddenly gone forever created a sad, painful empty hole in your heart, your soul, your life. He hadn’t felt this bad since his real brother had died, when they were still just teenagers.

Even his stomach was still in knots, and trying to keep his emotions in check was proving almost impossible. He hadn’t been able to face anyone since he’d gotten the news; he hadn’t slept or even eaten. He’d been down to the control room to check on O’Brien, everything was fine with the boat, they were on course for Pearl Naval Base, so he left with a ‘call me if you need me’. O’Brien understood, and he was giving Chip the time and space he needed. Everyone on board knew how close he and Lee were. Or had been.

He stood up, head down and eyes closed. It was time to pull himself together and get on with his duty and his life. He could almost feel Lee watching him, and knew his Captain expected better of him. And this wasn’t fair to Nelson, he was grieving too. So was the crew. Well, time to head for the Control Room. I will see Lee again, even if it’s on the other side, years from now. I have to hang onto that.

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Lee took a chance and ate at the same place. He could keep an eye out for Mark from here, and the food was good. Although any food was good in his condition, and he needed the coffee to keep going. He finished up, bought a couple bottles of water and started to drift over to the place. He actually was starting to feel a little more human, but he sure wished he could take a shower. He had only seen this place from a distance before, now seeing it up close it was, well, it was kind of creepy. He slowly walked around it, stood at the side near the back and tried to look in a window. He cupped his hands against the glass, but all he could see was sheet covered furniture. He was trying to make out what some of the shadows were when all of a sudden---AHHH!!

“Shhh-Sir, it’s only me! “

“Shit, Mark, you almost scared what little life is left in me out of me! But boy is it good to see a familiar face again!” Before he realized what he was doing, he found himself giving Mark a big bear hug; it was so good to see a familiar face, someone he knew again! Someone from home! Mark seemed to realize the mental and physical shape Lee was in, and actually held onto him for a moment, sadly realizing how frail Lee had become. Was it his imagination or did he just hear the Captain sob? Well, after the seven months of pure hell the man had endured, he was happy to be able to offer him some comfort. And he became more determined than ever to get this agent out of here, safely.

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“Yes Admiral, I will take over for Lee. I know he would expect me to. I apologize for the last couple of days. I guess I just lost it for a while.”

“I certainly understand, Chip. It hit me pretty hard, too. Every other time, there was always some eleventh hour miracle. I know we all kept hoping for one. Look, we don’t go out again for well over a month. See to it that everyone, including you, gets a 30 day shore leave. We all need time to mourn; we didn’t get that when Captain Phillips was killed. But at least this time the crew won’t have to adjust to a new Captain while they are mourning. They know and respect you, and won’t resent you taking Lee’s place. I know how hard it was for him to just step into John’s shoes with so little notice, and with a global disaster we had to stop taking place at the same time. I’ll see to the paperwork necessary for the change of command, and have your things moved into his office at the Institute. Do you want O’Brien as your Executive Officer? Let me know. Also, I know the little apartment you have. I can’t think of anyone Lee would rather have living in his cottage more than you. He loved that place, and I know you spent a lot of time there with him. Think about it, no rush to make a decision now, unless you want use your shore leave to move in there. I’ll let you know about the memorial service, I want your input on it. For now, just get us to Pearl. Dismissed.”

“Aye, Sir. And thank you.”

Chip slowly walked down to the control room. I always wanted my own command someday, but not like this. What was the saying? Be careful what you wish for, you may get it?” He heard the PA click on.

“All hands, this is Nelson. Lieutenant Commander Morton is now officially the Captain of Seaview; you will address and report to him accordingly. Nelson out.”

Chip paused outside the rear hatch to the Control Room and took a deep breath. I’m Captain now, and I have a tough act to follow. He knew he could never truly take Lee’s place in the minds or hearts of the men, and he didn’t want to. So he would serve in a way that would honor Lee’s memory, make him proud. He entered the control room, head held high, checking all the gauges, dials, and instruments as he confidently walked to the charting table. “Boat status please, Mr. O’Brien.”

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Mark’s own extraction plans were simple, as was his insertion. But he hadn’t had an entire country’s military and police force out looking for him. He could never get out that way now, not with Lee along. So new extraction plans had to be made for both of them, and it had to be by water, tonight. They were to make their way as far north as they could on land, stay on the shore and get near the border. The original plan Johnson had come up with called for them to swim out a quarter mile and over the border that way, where he would have a small fishing boat from one of the allies waiting for them. But one look at Lee and Mark knew he couldn’t make it. He called Johnson back and told him of Lee’s condition, he was too weak to even walk far. An air rescue was out of the question. With so little being known about either of these countries, it was decided that Mark would have to play it by ear to get them both over the border and to where the boat was waiting. He knew he could do it alone; it was Lee he was worried about. They had to stop every few minutes for Lee to catch his breath and rest.

“Mark, maybe you should go on alone. Scout out the area up ahead and wait for me. If I don’t show up just get yourself to safety. No sense both of us getting killed and the world already thinks I’m dead.”

“Not gonna happen, Sir. You may not be yourself, but you are a trained experienced agent, and we are both armed. The situation is far from hopeless. You need something to keep you going? Think of that beautiful boat of yours you’re so proud of. What do you call her? Your Grey Lady? She needs you and so does her crew. Now get up and let’s get going.”

“Were you ever a drill sergeant in the Marines Mark? I mean, you do know I outrank you.”

“Not this time buddy. It’s an admiral’s orders I’m following, the same ONI admiral you answer to. He’s putting it on the line helping you get out of here, let’s not disappoint him. Up!”

That conversation was over a half hour ago, and they hadn’t made a mile since then.

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He picked up his night vision binoculars and looked out again. Still no sign of the two men. There was still time, but he had to be out of here before first light. He had been keeping track of the patrol boats; they were very random and, as far as he could tell, pretty careless. They paid little attention to him, as long as he stayed on this side of the border. He went and checked his lines again, after all he was supposed to be out here doing a little night fishing. It would be just his luck to catch something when he really didn’t want to, but he had to play the part. If he saw the men coming shortly after a border patrol boat had passed, he might take a chance and go over the border to get them. He’d been told one of them was in pretty bad shape. Once he picked them up, he was to take them to a larger ship waiting further north up the coast. He hadn’t been told what was going on, but, orders were orders. You don’t question them.

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Lee could feel what little strength he had left ebbing. He knew he couldn’t make it much farther. He’d been stumbling for the last 10 minutes, and he knew if he went down he wouldn’t be able to get up without help. And then what? He had an idea. “Hey, Mark? Listen, I think I might actually do better in the water. Do you think we could try swimming the rest of the way, or at least part of the way? The water would help keep me buoyant and my arm muscles aren’t as tired as my leg muscles are.”

“Do you really think you can do it, Lee? I’m not sure how much further it is, but if you think that’s the only way you can keep going, let’s give it a try. But we’ll have to stick pretty close to shore so the patrol boats don’t spot us. And if one comes, will you be able to stay under until it leaves?”

“Yes, and to tell you the truth, I would feel less vulnerable in the water. Let’s go.”

Being back in his beloved ocean for the first time in seven months seemed to give Lee new strength and energy. He felt invigorated from the salt water. They made better time, and soon noticed a small fishing boat making its way to them. It stopped a short distance from them, and its captain softly called out, “Nice night to be on the water.”

“That’s the passcode Sir, this is our ride.”

The men quickly swam the rest of the way and the captain helped them into the boat. He told them to get below and started the engine. They were in safe waters in a matter of minutes.

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As Lee pulled himself up the ladder of the ship, he looked up and saw the French flag flying from the mast. As much as he knew this meant he was safe, he couldn’t help feeling disappointed at not seeing the Stars and Stripes flying there instead. The Lorraine. Why, this was the same French boat that the Mona Lisa had been stolen from, by a buccaneer and his well-trained crew who had taken over Seaview to get to the ship. Admiral Nelson had been forced to go along with the boarding party to steal her. Shortly after she was brought back to Seaview, their own crew had taken over the thieves and the painting was safely returned to the Lorraine. It was a small world, and so were it Navies.

They quickly got him on board and escorted to a cabin. A long hot shower and clean clothes went a long way to making him feel like a new man. Soon, their medical corpsman was examining him, questioning him in English that the medic spoke fairly well. “Obvious malnourishment is the basic concern here. Some good food, rest, sunlight and exercise, starting in moderate doses, is all that is needed right now. A more thorough examination back on shore is advisable. I see no reason to administer any medication at this time, but a vitamin supplement may be recommended by the doctor who sees you. Just rest and relax till we reach port.” Ok, he could do that. Wasn’t up to much else anyway. Next, he was escorted to the French Captain’s cabin.

“My respects to you, Captain Crane. I have been asked to deliver this envelope to you, courtesy of your Admiral Johnson. I believe your next orders are in here. I have just notified him that you are safely on board and that our medic has stated your health will improve on its own with proper nourishment. Please, just rest until we reach port, and if I can be of any further assistance to you do not hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you Captain, for your help and hospitality. I owe you my life. Tell me, are we to rendezvous with an American ship on our way to port?”

“Those are not my orders, no. I believe answers to any of your questions will be explained in those papers. I will have you escorted back to your cabin now where you can read them in private.”

Lee sat down heavily on the bunk in the tiny cabin, just a bit bigger than the cells he had been in, and he was aware there was a guard posted outside this door, too. He looked down at the envelope. He didn’t have a good feeling about this. He unfastened it and let the contents slip out onto the bunk. He opened up the small booklet to find a picture of himself with a strange French name under it, Andre St. Claire. He quickly went through the rest of the documents, finally coming to a short note from Admiral Johnson.

“Cmdr: You are now a French citizen. Make a new life for yourself there. I can’t allow you back in America for several reasons, mostly for your own well-being. Included here is a lease for a small furnished apartment. Best I could do on short notice. You will receive a monthly stipend to be credited to the French bank card enclosed. You are believed to have been executed while trying to escape, and it must stay that way. All your ties with the United States Navy, Government, and any acquaintances therein are now permanently severed. Do not attempt any communications, remember the stipulations of the disavow agreement you signed.

Thank you for serving your country.

ARJ

He felt punched in the stomach. After all of this, he would never see America or his friends, his family, or Seaview again, the very things that had kept him going for so long. And they would spend the rest of their lives mourning him, never knowing the truth. To never even be called by his real name again. Intelligently, he knew it was a small price to pay for all the lives that had been saved. But emotionally. . .

So this was what it was really like to be disavowed.

He could never go home again.

End of Part One

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Part Two

Andre leaned back in the old wooden chair at his little kitchen table and let out a long sigh. Over a year now he had been a French citizen and he was still bored to death and missing home. He had thought by now it would have gotten a little bit easier, but he just couldn’t forget. The only voice he heard from home was Admiral Johnson’s occasional call to check on him. Or was it to keep tabs on him? Make sure he was still there where he belonged? Make sure he was keeping his end of the disavow agreement he had signed? He never passed on any real news to Andre, only that as far as he knew nothing had changed back at the Institute or with Seaview. Nelson was well, Chip was in command of Seaview now, and Admiral Starke hadn’t retired yet. Are you receiving the stipend regularly? Andre had asked him a couple of times about doing some kind of ONI work from over there, but Johnson wouldn’t take the chance. “Anyone finds out you’re still alive Andre and it will be both our heads on the chopping block.” Just once he wished the Admiral would slip and call him ‘Lee’.

And then there was his uniform. He had no intention of parading around Paris in it; he just wanted a uniform, his uniform, hanging in the closet. Maybe he would put it on once in a while, for old times’ sake, but he’d never let anyone see him in it. He missed it, it was a huge part of who he was, or use to be. But Johnson said no. If it was ever discovered, in any way, it wouldn’t take long for the finder to discover his past. He was safer without it.

He was comfortable here, he had enough money coming in for his quiet, low-key lifestyle, and he spoke the language well, loved French cuisine. His apartment was small and sparse, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t in it much anyway. He tried not to think about living out the rest of his life here, away from the fulfilling life he had made for himself in Santa Barbara, and the only family he had ever known. His thoughts turned yet again to wondering how they were all doing. How he wished he could just make one phone call. Damn that agreement.

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Their current mission was turning out to be anything but routine. This group of researchers and scientists were the most disorganized party Chip could ever remember having on board. First, most of them had never been on a submarine before and had to be given a crash course on everything from how to flush the toilet to how to use the emergency oxygen. Twice, after he had carefully plotted and laid out the course, they had changed their itinerary and he had to start over. Two of them were on special diets that Cookie was not made aware of. And if he heard one more complaint about the three minute shower limit! As ridiculous as it was, one of them kept bringing up the fact, almost hysterically, that he couldn’t swim! Admiral Nelson had butted heads with the lead researcher several times over procedures and how the group was treating the crew. It was times like these when Chip truly missed Lee. He would have had the patience to deal with them all and laugh it off. Lee. Chip had gotten to the point where he could almost go a couple of days without thinking about him, but then, still, when he did, he would come close to breaking down. It had been so very difficult at first. It did get a bit easier with time, but it was simply that everywhere he went, Lee’s ghost was still there. Every part of Seaview, Lee’s office at the Institute that was now Chip’s, and he was living in Lee’s cottage. He doubted he would ever be able to call it his home. He hadn’t even redecorated or replaced the furniture. Like living in a museum. He just started sleeping in the spare room where he had always slept when he stayed over at Lee’s and kept all his clothes in there too. All the rest of his stuff was still in storage. He never even used Lee’s bathroom off the master bedroom. It was as if he still couldn’t accept that Lee was never coming back, even though it had been more than a year. Like he was just house sitting for him.

But besides the personal loss of his best friend, the other ugly truth was that he simply did not like being captain. He could do the job fine; he had just enjoyed being XO better. He had the natural skills that made him better suited for it. He did it for Lee, knew it was honoring his memory and that it was what he would have wanted and expected. And to make it easier for the Admiral and the crew. Oh well. That’s life.

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Andre had tried several jobs, but because he couldn’t provide any credentials to back up his education and training, he could only get low level jobs. He couldn’t risk any in depth background checks. He only worked to keep busy, make the time pass more quickly. He didn’t need the money. He’d done everything from waiting tables to a part time curator in a maritime museum, to a clerk in a bookstore. He kept leaving them because he was bored to death. Well, except for the waiter position. He’d actually enjoyed it, it kept him active and occupied, he was out of the little apartment and was with people he’d become friendly with. And the manager let it be known he was very pleased with his service. Then came that very busy evening when the waiting list was over an hour long. All the wait staff was going crazy, another incredibly busy night. He was just about to serve waters to the couple who had finally been seated in his station. The woman had her back towards him as he approached, then turned to look slightly behind her to the side at the art work on the wall there. Andre froze in his tracks. Edith Louise Nelson, the Admiral’s globetrotting younger sister. She might not recognize him with the way he looked now, older, glasses, beard and mustache, speaking French, and believing him to be dead. But it was himself he couldn’t take a chance on, he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold it together. Except for Mark Winters, the agent who helped him escape, he hadn’t seen a familiar face from home since he’d walked out of Admiral Johnson’s office after his briefing for what was to become his final mission. He quickly returned and put the waters down back at the waiter’s station, yanked off his apron, and went running through the kitchen and out the back door. It was the only thing he could think of to do, get the hell out of there. A little while after he got back home he called the manager and tried to tell him how very sick he had been about to become in the middle of the dining room full of customers, he had to leave fast. The manager very kindly told him he hoped he felt better soon; he would need to be to find a new job and then hung up on him. No sympathy there.

A couple of the jobs he had gotten only because he could ‘translate English so very well’. I should be able to, I grew up speaking it. But he would never be able to obtain any kind of employment that he felt was challenging or worthwhile, that kept his interest. He read any book he could get his hands on at the bookstore, especially ones written by Tom Clancy, Clive Cussler, or any stories that involved submarines, or any kind of boats for that matter. One of the few pleasures he hadn’t had to give up. Except for his daily workouts at a nearby gym, he kept pretty much to himself. Hadn’t even dated anyone since he had been here, he just didn’t want any ties. He had tried to do as Admiral Johnson had stated, make a life for himself here. But his heart just wasn’t in it. It was still home in Santa Barbara, and he knew it always would be.

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Admiral Nelson sat down at his desk at the Institute. This last mission was hell, pure hell. He was having to get involved more and more with things that Lee had usually handled. Chip was every bit the responsible, intelligent, well trained Captain that Lee had been. It was the personality factor that was missing. He simply didn’t have Lee’s charisma or charm when it came to dealing with irate or demanding guests on board. He handled most situations satisfactorily; he was just cold as ice about it. No, that wasn’t fair to say. He was just very professional and stoic. Lee had had a warmth about him that just seemed to make everything go smoother, made everyone relax. O’Brien was an excellent Executive Officer and worked well with Chip, but he was still too by-the-book, he still needed more experience to loosen up and gain confidence.

And Nelson also had to keep second guessing himself on missions now. Lee had always been there keeping him in line, making sure the mission parameters were followed and the boat and her crew were kept safe. Chip never argued or talked back to the Admiral, never told him this or that might be too dangerous. So he had to be more cautious himself, and that meant he couldn’t concentrate 100% on his research or the mission objective. But Chip was doing a fine job, and the crew respected him. Nelson had to constantly remind himself that a new Captain would cause all kinds of getting used to, and still wouldn’t get in his face if the mission got out of hand. Lee was the one and only Captain he had ever known that had the balls to put a four star Admiral in his place to protect his boat and crew. He let out a long sigh. You gotta stop this, Harry. Lee’s gone, Chip’s in command now, you gotta accept it and move on.

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One day, out of complete, sheer boredom, Andre sat down at his cheap laptop and started writing. It started out with him putting down what he was going through and what had caused his ‘French exile’, as he referred to it, starting with the ONI mission that had led to it. He put down the truth about everything and how it all happened. Why shouldn’t he, he was the only one who was ever going to see it, for now anyway. Somehow, for some reason he wasn’t sure of, writing made him feel better. A lot better. Kind of like a good confession. Soon he was getting up every morning and sitting at his laptop and writing most of the day. Eventually, he wrote about all of Seaview’s missions, in as much detail as he could remember. He’d written most of the log entries himself anyway. It almost made him feel like he was still there. He eventually interspersed his ONI missions, remembering all the facts he had put in his after action reports. Then he went back to his very beginnings, and made an autobiography out of his writings. Every day he wrote, filling in more details and adding more description. He went into everything from the Boys Home he grew up in to the inner workings of NIMR, the Nelson Institute for Marine Research. Everything from Nelson’s submarine dream becoming a reality to Chip’s Midwestern family life. Chief Francis Ethelbert Sharkey’s near homemaking career and Coney Island childhood to Kowalski’s Russian-Polish upbringing and brother in Bayonne, New Jersey. He included Paterson, his wife and daughters and his incredible underwater photography skills on Seaview. He wrote everything he could remember about every crewman he had served with on and off Seaview. He had three whole chapters on Jamie alone. He wrote about Edith Louise Nelson, sea monsters, aliens, crazed scientists, Krueger, giant whales, mythical leprechauns, mermaids and ghosts, etc. Every bit of torture, kidnapping, and brainwashing and drug induced psychotic experiences he had been subjected to. Every bit of damage to Seaview and how it was repaired, how it affected a mission. All his escapades with Chip during their Academy days and on their shore leaves, his girlfriends, his boat, his precious little red car and seaside cottage. All of his favorite foods Cookie made. He was convinced one of the reasons he recovered so fast in Sickbay was Cookie’s beef barley vegetable soup. He kept a frozen supply of it on hand just for the Captain. Boy, just the thought of it made his mouth water, even after all this time. Every day he would remember more little facts and details from his past life that he had to write down, sometimes rushing home to do it. For the first time in over a year and half, he felt alive again. Of course, he didn’t put down the truly classified stuff. He knew missile codes and the like would have been changed by now anyway. And of course he didn’t mention the location of safe houses, weapons supplies, contacts, or any ONI secrets. Those things would die with him here. But this manuscript would be his way of clearing his name and reputation, even if it wasn’t found until after his death.

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To say Kowalski missed his diving partner was a huge understatement. Of course he missed the Skipper as his Captain too, especially since he had always been the Captain’s right hand, his go-to man for so many things. For whatever reason, Captain Morton seemed to lean on Paterson when he needed help. And how many ONI missions did ‘Ski accompany the Captain on, not only because of his First Aid training, but also because of his military and weapons training? He was directly responsible for getting the Captain home alive on several occasions. And he was usually the one the Captain chose when he needed a co-pilot in the Flying Sub. But the diving. It was a great love the two men shared. They worked so well together when they were out there. It was something special that only Kowalski shared with the Captain, none of the other crew members, at least not on a regular basis. He didn’t go out as much now, and when he did his diving partner was Chief Sharkey. They always got the job done, but it was just work now. With the Skipper, it had been relaxing fun too, no matter what they were out there for. Neither one could show it, but he always had the feeling the Skipper considered him as much a good friend as ‘Ski considered him to be. And he was proud, very proud, to serve under him, he had learned a lot from Captain Crane. And no one would ever, EVER, get him to believe the Skipper was anything but a true red–blooded American patriot and hero.

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His manuscript was getting thick. He’d written about the Naval Academy in Annapolis, his favorite diving spots the world over, some of the ‘questionable’ things he had done for fun as a kid. How he still wondered, and would until the day he died, how he had managed to overcome his childhood and teenage years in that boy’s home to become the decent man he was. Not the successful Naval Officer and Captain of the Seaview, but just a good, honest, caring human being. He should have turned out a lot different, it was a tough youth to overcome. No happy memories there. He was now including little things from his day to day life in France. Andre was actually living right on the outskirts of Paris. He spent a lot of time in the city, but didn’t want to live in the heart of it. His now longer hair, beard, mustache, and the few pounds he had put on, along with his dark rimmed glasses and oft worn cap, made him look much different from the clean cut, well shaved spit and polish military man most people remembered him as. He was content he would never be recognized. Although a small part of him almost wished he would be someday. He was so lonely.

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Dr. Jamieson pulled open his “Active” file drawer. There it was again. The biggest, fattest file in the drawer. How much of his life had he put into keeping Lee Crane alive? How much sleep had he lost, how many prayers said when he felt he needed that extra help from above? He may have become cross with his favorite patient now and then to keep him in line for his own good, but in truth he knew what an honor it was to be medically responsible for such an incredible man, a true warrior and hero. He knew that even though he was the doctor, Lee’s brave actions over the years had probably saved thousands more lives the world over. Of course, it was a challenge, too. Lee’s injuries had constantly tested the good doctor’s knowledge and skills, his patience. But he knew he couldn’t take all the credit. Lee was tough, a fighter, and kept himself in good physical shape. But it was more than that. Lee had been too close to crossing over too many times for the doctor not to believe there was someone up there keeping an eye on him, some protective hand that was always pulling him back from the brink. Even now, going on two years after his death, Dr. Jamieson still found it hard to believe he was really dead. He’d toyed many times with drafting a Certificate of Death and closing out his file. If Lee had left family behind that needed his benefits there would have been one. But he still couldn’t bring himself to do it. It would have been so much easier for all of them if his body had been returned, there would have been closure. But after all this time there was no denying it. What he wouldn’t give to hear one more ‘I’m fine Jamie.’ He closed the drawer, leaving the file in there.

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Admiral Nelson again went over the scientific data for their upcoming mission. Of all the ports of call Seaview had docked in, international and domestic, they had never been to the port in Gibraltar near Spain. This would be a new experience for all of them. He knew of the bitterness between the British and the Spanish regarding ownership of the port, and was grateful this was purely a scientific mission, he hoped. Surrounded on three sides by water, much of Spain’s economy depended on its sea life, whether people were eating it, watching it or swimming in it, it was a major part of the country’s industry, its culture and its allure. They couldn’t afford for the problems they were currently experiencing to get any worse. Of course, global warming would be to blame for some of it, but after reading the preliminary findings, Nelson suspected something else was going on, something not caused by nature but by man.

Nelson had always known of the abundance and diverse multitude of marine life in these waters, and was excited about finally getting a chance to explore the area in person. He knew of the two Spanish marine biologists who would be joining them on this mission, but had never met them before. Both had attended universities in America, and so spoke English very well. Shortly after Seview docked, the three marine biologists would meet and then attend a conference regarding the problems they hoped to then document and study further. But the Admiral also had another reason for wanting to go there. If he liked what he saw, if it could be at all beneficial to NIMR’s mission to explore and protect earth’s oceans, he was considering establishing an underwater observatory and deep sea lab, a satellite of the Institute, somewhere in that area. Seaview being able to make port in Gibraltar would make it easy to maintain, although it would be the Flying Sub that would do much of the supply work. Well, helping them out now would give him a foot in the door if he did decide to do it.

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Admiral Johnson slowly reread every bit of information in the classified file. It contained everything that had been uncovered thanks to Lee Crane’s final mission. Everything from his original classified orders and signed disavow agreement, transcripts of all the intel he transmitted and his capture, everything done to try to negotiate his release, announcement of his execution, all the intricacies of the CIA, Interpol, and Seal Team involvement that had led the raids into that country under orders of the United Nations; all the tests that had been prevented, the stockpiled drums of the chemicals used to make the gaseous biochemical agent that were found and how they were destroyed, the labs dismantled, right down to the biographies of all the terrorists involved who were captured and who were still at trial. Many notes had been recovered, notes that had allowed International scientists to develop an agent that would neutralize the gas if it was ever used. They shared this finding and the formula for it with the entire civilized world, reducing if not eliminating the chance any terrorist would use it.

All of this was thanks to one man, Lee Crane. Captain Lee Benjamin Crane, of the SSRN Seaview, may he rest in peace. Once all of this info was out, and it was seen how lucky it was it had been discovered, Johnson intended to do everything he could to clear Lee’s name. Things had calmed down now, as they always do over time. But he still didn’t think it was a good idea to bring Lee home, or even to let anyone know he was still alive, though he could tell how miserable Lee was over there. But too many terrorists had been brought down by Lee’s quick thinking, courage, and self-sacrifice. He could have just ditched the intel and escaped, selfishly putting his own life first. And then how many millions of innocents would be dead today? How many countries could have been brought to their knees? While the man certainly deserved better, Johnson was sure there were too many involved in the plot that were still free and bent on revenge. If Lee turned up alive, they were sure to put two and two together. Along with other problems it would create, Crane’s life wouldn’t be worth a dime. The terrifying magnitude of the plot was only known by a small group of shocked intelligence agents throughout the world, including Admiral Johnson.

Wait a minute! Wait just one damn minute! He just thought of something! He picked up his phone and placed a call to the Attorney General himself.

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Andre had been tempted many times before, but had always held out. Now, the more he thought about it, he didn’t know why. Just because he rented a boat and SCUBA gear and went diving, why should that give him away to anyone? There were millions of scuba divers in the world; he was just one more of them. Why would anyone suddenly recognize him as a former American Naval Officer, Captain Lee B. Crane of the nuclear submarine Seaview out of Santa Barbara, CA, USA, secret agent for their ONI, who had supposedly been executed a year earlier while escaping from a foreign prison right before they executed him for spying? What nonsense! What arrogance!

Damn it, he was going to rent a boat, go diving and enjoy himself! It was about time!

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The call had gone well. Johnson had been able to learn what he needed regarding the current status of the trial. Because the raids that resulted from Lee’s transmittal were unexpected, most of the terrorists involved were captured quickly. Almost all of them were already wanted for other terrorist attacks, and so they had already been tried and convicted. But the scientists involved in creating the deadly formula, the ones Lee had visually recognized when he hid in their lab and later identified on the transmission, were out free on bail, based on the evidence against them being only circumstantial, hearsay. There were no eyewitnesses to testify to seeing them in the lab. They stated that they believed they were being named as part of the plot by one of the terrorists who had agreed to a deal. To save himself, he had to come up with names, any names, and their names were all well known in their country. They were out on bail, free to continue their professional careers, benevolent men of science and medicine that they wanted the world to believe they were. How dare they be accused of such atrocities! And of course their country protected them and capitalized on it. American propaganda! The Americans were of course behind the raids, revenge for their captured spy being killed during an escape attempt. Even they themselves believed Lee was lying dead somewhere in their country, and that they had caught him well before he had any chance to pass on the evidence they had confiscated upon his capture. If he weren’t dead, they would have used him against them. It had to have been the American CIA that had uncovered them. Their government lawyers assured them that that after the trial they would be exonerated, would be free men, allowed to go on with their lives.

Admiral Johnson scratched his head. How could they arrange to have Lee testify against them, yet still deny American involvement? And what about the disavow agreement? Would it not be better to admit to the whole thing, after revealing everything, than to let these terrorists go free, knowing they would be more than likely try it again? At least one of them was sure to again offer his pharmaceutical and chemical knowledge and services to another high bidder. None of these men had any morals or ethics. All they cared about was money, power, and control.

Admiral Johnson rang his secretary. “Get me on the first flight to Paris, civilian or military! What? Oh, dear God. Ok, then get me on a plane the first thing tomorrow after the security meeting!” He had to talk to Lee Crane, in person.

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Admiral Jiggs Starke had kept himself well informed of all the twists and turns the ongoing trial of the remaining terrorists was taking, although they reffered to themselves as doctors and scientists. While it wasn’t often discussed because of their close friendship, he did outrank Nelson, and as the head of SUBCOMPAC, Nelson and therefore Captain Crane were both in his chain of command. But his interest was also personal. He’d recognized a quality officer with a stellar career ahead of him the moment he met Crane. He may have given him a hard time about being ‘new’ Navy as opposed to Jigg’s preferred ‘old’ Navy, but Crane was up to it, and defended himself and his style of command leadership properly and staunchly. Occasionally, much to Nelson’s chagrin, Starke tried to get Crane to return to the active Navy, there was a shortage of good submarine commanders, he was needed more there, could serve his country more directly there. He could quickly go from the youngest submarine commander in the Navy, to the youngest Admiral in the Navy. Hell, he could even see Crane as the SecNav someday! But Crane’s constant argument was he wasn’t interested in rank, he was honored to be master of the biggest, most sophisticated and technologically advanced and only privately owned submersible in the world. Nothing could compare to his Gray Lady. He had the best. If he had wanted to get a laugh, he could also mention his pay was twice that of a Navy sub jockey, but the truth was that had nothing to do with it. Money meant as little to him as rank did. And while he was well aware of the shortage of good sub commanders to keep the world safe, he knew that they were doing just as much good for the world’s oceans, and therefore all of its inhabitants, human and marine. They were just as needed, even if it was on a scientific, environmental, and ecological level, not a military one. Lee could always have thrown in all the times they had saved the world, in ways the world would never even know about.

So the loss of this fine young officer he had known and privately respected so much truly upset Jiggs, despite the fact that his sacrifice had been well worth it. Lord, how he had hated being the one to tell Nelson. He leaned back in his chair and sighed. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but from the very beginning something just didn’t seem right. He was surprised Nelson didn’t sense something as well, though Harry may just be too close to it. Jiggs had had several conversations with Admiral Johnson, and with each succeeding one, he became more convinced Johnson was hiding something, something about Lee’s death. Well, as head of Naval Intelligence, Johnson was hiding a lot, he was supposed to. Probably the only thing the man knew that wasn’t classified or top secret was his own name. But it was just something about the edge his voice took on when Jigg’s brought up Lee’s execution. Other than the short announcement made that he had been executed while trying to escape, not another word was said from either government. No details, no regrets or condolences, nothing about the body or manner or time of execution or attempted escape. It was all hush-hush, on both sides. It wasn’t even brought up at the trial, the trial that wouldn’t be taking place if it wasn’t for Lee Crane and his sacrifice. Johnson knew more than he was saying, Starke was sure of it. He believed that knowing the details of their Captain’s death would give Nelson and his crew some closure. And they deserved that much at least. What the devil was the purpose of keeping it quiet, when the people who truly needed to know all had top level security clearance? Was there a chance that after the trial ended, Johnson would be more forthcoming with what really happened? A sudden thought hit him, and he bolted upright in his chair. He wouldn’t voice it to Nelson, but could Johnson’s reticence be due to a possible concern that because there wasn’t a body, maybe there had never been an execution? Dear God, did Johnson suspect Crane could still be alive, still be a prisoner over there?

He had to talk to Johnson, and this time it had to be face to face. He called his assistant, Lt. Joe Jackson, who also happened to be a good friend of the late Captain Crane. “Joe, get me on a plane to Washington, STAT!”

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Well, it wasn’t his own diving gear, and he had never dived in these waters before, but nothing could change the fact that he was having fun! He felt more like his old self than he had since this whole exile thing started. Well, he wasn’t about to go home now, (was he really finally calling Paris home?), it had taken him too long to get recertified. He’d originally only rented the room for two nights, but then lengthened his stay to one week. He’d never taken a vacation since living in France, never needed one. He was between jobs so no one would miss him. Shoot, why not? I’m going to stay here the whole month!

He had never known the waters around France had so many incredible and breathtaking scuba diving locations, and he hadn’t even been to the Mediterranean yet! He’d save that for next time. The warm waters here in Southern France were full of various fish and sea plants, coral reefs and walls, caverns and wrecks. After his first dive, he had bought an underwater camera and kept it with him. He’d truly enjoyed St. Tropez and the Poqurelles, especially all the shipwrecks found there. He found that Nice, Antibes, Saint Raphael, Sainte Maxime and La Londe were the best diving destinations in the South of France.

The next week he went to Western France, which also had an abundance of marine life in it. The water was colder here, but so clear! The reefs were beautifully decorated with sea stars and soft coral, and it was a popular habitat for tunas, pollack and mackerel.

Then he had gone to the Antibes and Juan Les Pins. Both were stunning diving spots with coral reefs and colorful rocks, canyons and small caverns, pinnacles and drop-offs. He swam with octopi, lobsters, barracuda, sunfish, cuttlefish and gorgonian fans, and marveled at the colorful rocks and sponges.

Next, he went to La Londe Les Maures. The different fish species and the world-famous wrecks, the Donator and the Grec, made this one of his favorite spots. He saw a lot of nudibranches, dentex, conger and moray eels, barracuda and sunfish in this area. How many times did he say to himself, “Oh, I wish Chip were here to share this with me! Or,” I have to bring the Admiral here; he would love seeing all these different fish species!” So often the Admiral would comment he had only seen this one or that one as a picture in one of his books.

The fourth week he went to Port Cros Marine Reserve that starts in La Londe Les Maures. It is Europe’s first wildlife reserve, protecting and caring for the marine plants and animals since 1963. He was relieved he was a Master Diver, because beginners and amateurs were rarely allowed to dive in this area, as they might hurt the treasures of the reserve. Reefs and walls mustn’t be touched, animals mustn’t be hunted. In short, it is a real museum under the water. The Admiral would definitely approve.

He found out there was a festival of underwater photography and videography in Antibes at the end of October each year. How Patterson would love that! His own pictures came out pretty good, but he would need more experience to rival Patterson.

Ok, time to go home. But only for long enough to plan his next diving trip. The next one would be a whole month diving in the Mediterranean. And he intended to have his own gear by then. After that, a boat! Maybe, just maybe, he might be able to make some kind of life for himself over here after all.

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Admiral Johnson was just finishing up some paperwork from his Security meeting before he left in a few minutes for his flight to France when his intercom clicked on. What now? I’m trying to get out of here. “What?”

“Officer here to see you, Sir. He doesn’t have an appointment. It’s Admiral Starke, Sir.”

Of all the unexpected officers to show up just as he was leaving, it had to be the one person who he felt suspected the truth. Why did he have to come now, when I was on my way to straighten things out? Well, if I don’t see him, he may become even more suspicious.”

“Okay, show him in Lieutenant.”

After all the naval protocol was out of the way, Starke just plopped himself down in one of the chairs. He didn’t beat around the bush. “Crane isn’t dead, is he Robert?”

Being able to read men was one of the reasons Johnson had this job. And this man, this officer, was the head of SUBCOMPAC. There was nothing he could get away with saying to this man except the absolute truth. Or close to it. He could only thing of one way to handle this.

“Jiggs, how would you like to take a little trip with me to Paris? The flight leaves in an hour from Andrews. It’s got to do with identifying Crane’s body. I expect all your questions will be answered.” Well, I didn’t exactly say his body would be dead.

“Good thing I came here first, still have my bag with me. Lead the way.”

Not much was said on the plane. Jiggs dozed off and on, Robert kept reading and rereading the same fat file, the one with ‘Classified- Top Secret-Eyes Only’ stamped on the front of it. Jiggs let him be. The only ONI info he was interested in was the final disposition of one of its agents, one that had been under his command. And maybe, just maybe, he still was. He wasn’t buying this ’making a final ID’ bit. Nope, he wasn’t buying it at all. He had tried to call Harry before he left, but was informed by his secretary Angie Woods that Seaview was on a scientific mission, but if it was important they would be making port in Gibraltar by tomorrow, and expected to be there for a couple of days. Of course, if it was a true emergency, she could always radio the sub.

“Nope, not necessary Miss Woods, just checking in. I haven’t spoken to him in a while. I’ll catch him next time. Thanks, goodbye.” Maybe it was better this way. He might have accidentally let something on to Harry.

End of Part Two

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Part Three

Andre got out of the car at the car rental place and looked around. He had decided on the drive back that if he saw her again, he would ask that pretty little French lady behind the counter if she would have dinner with him, they had had such a lovely conversation when he rented the car. This diving experience had gotten him thinking. Maybe, if he truly was accepting his fate and getting ready to make a new life for himself over here, the family he had always wanted would finally be possible. But he couldn’t support a family on the small stipend he was receiving from the US Navy though. He would have to find a decent paying job if he really was serious about making a new life here, at least a life that included a family. And he would have to give up any dreams or wishful thinking about ever returning home to America, the Navy, or his old life and friends. Break all mental ties completely and forever. Could he do that? Was he ready to do that? He was beginning to think he might be, but mainly because he had no other choice.

The oceanside place he had rented the diving gear from was looking for an instructor, and one who was bilingual to help out with the tourists. He would enjoy doing that, and could live by the water again. Johnson never said he had to stay in Paris, only in France.

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The ride from the airstrip to the outskirts of Paris was a short one. All Johnson had told Starke was that they would be meeting with a man, Andre St. Clare, who had firsthand information about Crane’s escape attempt, murder, and the aftermath. He had tried unsuccessfully several times in the past few days to get in touch with him, and had finally decided that a personal visit would be better anyway.

Johnson knew he was stringing Starke along, mostly because he was playing this whole visit by ear. Not really sure what he was going to do when Crane opened the door, what he was going to say to either man. He knew how he had intended to handle it before Starke showed up. Lay all the cards on the table and let Lee make his own mind up what he wanted to do, it was his life that was at risk if he agreed to come forward and offer testimony. Johnson had come up with plausible circumstances that could explain what had happened, to get the US Government off the hook, if Lee was willing to go along with it. And if his eyewitness testimony resulted in the scientists and the others Lee identified being incarcerated, his life wouldn’t be any more in danger than it usually was. He’d have to give up ONI, but Nelson would surely take him back on, at the Institute if nothing more. And he was sure Lee was going to want to give testimony, not for himself, but because it was the right thing to do, the moral thing to do, to help keep the world safe. This was the main reason Johnson was doing this, not just for Crane or himself. He knew that after the dust settled from the whole affair, he was probably going to be politely asked to step down as head of ONI, and if he refused he would be removed by other means, and not so politely. But putting Lee on the stand, even though it violated the disavow agreement both men had signed, was still the right thing to do, for everyone involved.

But when they finally got there, no one was home. Johnson was getting worried. He hadn’t talked to Lee in a while, hadn’t been able to reach him on the phone all week, and now this. Could Crane have used his connections to sneak back to America? He had to get inside, see if his passport and personal belongings were still here. He pulled out his pocket knife that had a few other interesting tools attached to it.

“Robert, what are you doing? So this St. Clare fellow isn’t home at the moment, you can’t just break into his apartment! Is lock picking one of the skills that made you head of ONI? Come on, I’m hungry and I smelled something mouthwatering coming from that bistro across the street. You can keep a look out for the man from over there. It’s not like he knew you were coming!”

Jiggs doesn’t understand the situation because he doesn’t know the truth. Well, to be honest, Robert was kind of hungry himself, and there wasn’t any reason for Lee to be sitting here in this little apartment spending his life waiting for a day when his old CO from ONI might decide to pay him a surprise visit. I probably am overreacting.

“Ok Jiggs, you’re right. Let’s go. We’ll try back later.”

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Well, the concerns discussed at the conference certainly did peak Nelson’s scientific curiosity. He was eager to get to the first diving site. He was doing more and more diving himself these days, and he realized how much he had missed it. This was why he had become a marine biologist in the first place, to study marine life, and not just in the confines of his lab. For too long he had been studying and drawing conclusions from live specimens, water, plant and soil samples brought back from diving teams, usually led by Lee. It was good to get back to investigating and observing things himself first hand, actually becoming a part of the habitat, especially in an area he had always wanted to explore, and with issues he needed to study in person. And at the conference, he had been on the same page with his concerns as the other two biologists, they spoke the same scientific and marine language, had the same ideas and observations, wanted to check out the same things. He felt they could truly accomplish a lot working together.

And they did. Even though observation was only the first step, what the three saw was all that was needed to blame warming waters for most of the problems, problems that sadly little could be done about. But Nelson was still convinced there was something else going on. He’d studied the warming problem in waters all over the world; the others were only seeing it here, so they had nothing to compare their findings to. He took water, plant, and soil samples back to the boat with him for further study, but already suspected he was going to find that some source of chemical pollution of the waters that could also be causing problems. He had seen too much of that as well, unfortunately.

“Okay, Captain Morton, we’re coming back in. This will be the last dive for today.”

“Understood, Sir, standing by ready to receive diving party.” Thank God, thought Chip. Jamie had voiced his concerns to Chip several times this mission, concerns about all the diving the Admiral was doing. Lee had handled the ‘problem’ by volunteering to lead the diving parties himself whenever Nelson needed anything outside the boat. But when Chip had offered, Nelson stated he was enjoying going out himself. Chip could never bring himself to talk back to his CO the way Lee could, so he let it go. He understood Jamie’s concerns, the Admiral’s age, his fairly recent heart attack, how so many years of heavy smoking had compromised the Admiral’s lungs. But the Admiral was a master diver, so as long as he passed his diving recertification tests, ChIp could see no reason to argue with him. All he could do was keep a close eye on him, as was Dr. Jamieson.

The three men got back to the boat, showered, changed, and then met to voice their individual viewpoints regarding what each had observed. They broke for dinner, then resumed down in the Admiral’s lab to study the samples brought back. Every sample showed signs of chemical pollution. Further samples from varying locations were now needed to determine where the pollution was coming from. Nelson walked down to the control room. He explained to Chip where he needed to get samples from the next day, and left it to Chip to plot the correct course. “I want to be at the first site by 0800 hours, Chip. I’d like to get all the samples gathered in one day, to be sure the levels of toxicity in each sample are all from the same time frame. After I examine all the samples, I’ll have a better idea what direction to start looking in for the cause.”

“Yes Sir, we’ll be at the first site by 0800. Anything else, Sir?”

“No, Chip, that’s it. See you in the morning. Good night.”

“Good night, Sir.” Well, that does it. No way could he let Nelson go out that many times in one day. Neither he nor Jamie wanted to make it a medical issue. The only thing he could think of to do was pull one of Lee’s old tricks. “Sir, I really would like to get off the boat for a bit, and this is such a beautiful place for a dive. Mind if I lead the next dive team out?” He wasn’t sure he could get away with it, though. He didn’t have the same close relationship with Nelson that Lee had enjoyed. In fact, he didn’t have the same close relationship with Nelson that he had had when he was the Exec. He’d been able to replace Lee as Captain far more easily as far as the crew was concerned than with Nelson. He could only guess it was because the Admiral had not only lost his Captain and friend, but a man he considered a son as well. No way can I ever fill that empty spot in his heart.

Captain Morton watched as the diving hatch was closed at the first site, with Nelson leading the other two men and, as before, a member of the crew along as lookout, just in case they got too involved. Nelson had agreed to let Chip lead out the next diving party, Nelson would do the third one, and Chip, the last one. He hadn’t even given Chip a hard time about it, thought it was a good idea. “This will save me time, Chip. I can go over the samples I bring in while you bring the next party out.”

So it was, towards the end of the day, Nelson had pretty much determined where the pollution was coming from and had Chip plot a course in that direction. One last dive before they settled for the night, and the samples brought back in confirmed his findings. The two Spanish biologists were in complete agreement. They would head back to port in Gibraltar tomorrow morning to return to Spain and turn over their findings. It would be up to the authorities to investigate further, but now they would have concrete proof to work with.

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Well, that was certainly one of the best meals either officer had eaten in a long time, along with all the excellent French red wine they had washed it down with. But it was time to make a decision about tonight, it was getting late, they would have to start thinking about getting hotel rooms. But Johnson was only willing to stay over if there was a reason to wait. He intended to check out the apartment, look for evidence Lee was still living there, and then go from there.

“Jiggs, as distasteful as it may be to you, I am going to have to get into that apartment to make a decision about our next course of action. We can’t wait forever when, for all I know, the man could have given me a phony address. But I’m not leaving until I’m sure. If you want, you can wait for me at the bar here.”

“And let you have all the fun? No way! Maybe I had too much good wine at dinner, but this is beginning to sound like an adventure to me! Besides, I want to see you explain to the French Police why two American Naval Officers are breaking into a French citizen’s apartment at this hour of the night. Let’s go!”

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Well, she wasn’t there. He had gotten back much later than he had expected, probably because he had stopped to get a shave and a haircut. He was feeling so much more his old self, he decided he wanted to look his old self too, especially if he wanted to make a good impression on her. Maybe he would just call her tomorrow. He had almost a mile to walk to get home, and decided along the way to stop and grab a quick bite to eat. He didn’t remember having left much in his refrigerator at home, and because he had stayed away longer than expected nothing there would be still be good. He stopped at a tavern, sat at the bar and watched a soccer game on the TV while he ate his meal and had a few beers. He started to feel a little bit too relaxed, and remembered how far he still had to walk to get home. Time to go.

As he put his key in the lock, a warning went off somewhere in the back of his mind, I’m sure I locked this door when I left. Didn’t I? He stood there for a moment, realizing he had left nothing of any value to steal anyway, he’d left his passport there but he’d brought his laptop with him. And what were the chances, with as long as he had been gone, that a burglar would still just happen to be here at the exact moment he finally came home? He didn’t have a sidearm anymore, never got around to replacing it after the mission. I’m overreacting. I must have forgotten to lock it. But just to be on the safe side . . .

Lee quickly threw open the door and barged in, throwing his overnight bag across the room, ready to do battle with anyone he found inside.

All he found inside were the two Admirals sitting at his table playing cards, two empty bottles of his best French wine there between them.

It took a long minute of being stared at, then. . .

“LEE! Lee Crane! My God, you’re alive! Robert, look who it is! He’s alive! I guess this Andre fellow really did have firsthand information since Lee knows him! My God, this is incredible! How are you son? Harry is going to flip! This is wonderful! Our prayers have been answered!”

The next thing Lee knew, Starke was giving him a great big bear hug, and wouldn’t let him go. He was still standing there in a state of shock, having no idea what was going on or how to handle it. He looked over at Admiral Johnson for advice, but he was in the process of laying down what could only be a royal flush on the table, a small smile on his face. He finally got up and ambled over to them, and it wasn’t until then that Lee realized both men were three sheets to the wind. How much of his wine had they drunk? Not that he really cared about the wine; he was just wondering how to proceed. Starke’s remark when he saw him made him realize Johnson hadn’t told him Lee was alive, so what else did he know or not know? But boy, he was near tears, and was having a hard time keeping them in. Familiar faces from home. He had never expected to see one again. And to be called by his real name again!

“Jiggs, MOVE! My turn!”

Now it was Admiral Johnson hugging him, definitely out of character. Then the Admiral stepped back, holding Lee by the shoulders.

“Well, Commander, you’re looking fit and healthy. We have something to talk about.”

Lee’s mind raced. He wasn’t sure what the Admiral wanted to talk about, the only thing he was sure of right now was that this was not a good time to talk about anything, not in the condition either of these men were in. What was Johnson thinking? Letting Starke know he was alive meant that it was only a matter of time before Nelson knew it too, and Nelson would not sit still until Lee was brought back home. Or had that situation changed too? For that matter, if Starke was here, why wasn’t Admiral Nelson here as well? What the hell was going on?

Ok, first things first. Find a respectful way to handle two inebriated Admirals. As late as it was, getting them to sleep it off was the best solution, but where? His first thought was calling a cab to take them to a nice hotel, but then he thought better of it; Starke might get it into his head to call Nelson. Best to keep them here where he could keep an eye on them until they sobered up and he found out what was going on.

“With all due respect, Sirs, it’s really late and I’m beat. It’s wonderful to see you both again, but any talking will have to wait until morning. I’d appreciate it if you would both stay here with me tonight; it’s been so long since I’ve seen anyone from home. Admiral Starke, you can have my bed. Admiral Johnson, this couch opens up. Let me make it up for you.” He wanted Johnson where he could talk to him with Starke safely behind a closed door.

“What about you? Where will you sleep?”

“I’ll sleep where I’ve gotten some of my best sleep, right there in my reclining lounge chair, no problem.” After telling both men where the head was, he showed Starke to his room, and grabbed one of the pillows from the double bed and a blanket from the top shelf of his closet. “Good night, Sir.” He closed the door, went into the living room and opened and made up the couch for Johnson, first pulling the crocheted afghan off of the back of it that he would use to cover himself in the recliner. Thankfully, neither man gave him a hard time. He locked the front door, shut off the light and leaned all the way back in his lounger, pulling the afghan over him. As dead tired as he had been, he now laid there awake, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened and what the heck was going on. He suddenly realized he had never even saluted either officer, but neither one seemed to notice it or care. He hoped Johnson woke up before Starke the next morning so they could talk. Lee. His name really was Lee. And he was a Commander. In the United States Navy. Yes. He said a quick prayer that somehow all of this meant he was going home.

Lee awoke early the next morning. He put on a pot of coffee, and made a quick run to the closest grocery store. He picked up eggs, bacon, bread, butter and orange juice. When he came back, he made a quick but decent breakfast, one that would at least hold them over for a bit. He was debating whether or not to wake Admiral Johnson up so they could talk in private for a bit before Starke woke up, when he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned.

“Good Morning Commander, something smells delicious. But before this goes any further Lee, I want to apologize for last night. I didn’t mean to spring it on you like that.”

“No problem Sir, but could you please tell me now what is going on? Before -” . . . he jerked his thumb back to his closed bedroom door. He handed Johnson a steaming hot cup of coffee, and motioned him to a seat at the table.

“Well, the trial isn’t going well. I don’t want to see these men let loose on the world again. The only thing left that might work now is eye witness testimony coming from you. Do you want to go home, Lee? It isn’t an order; I’m leaving the decision up to you. I don’t have to remind you that if these men go free knowing you are still alive, your life will be in great danger. Hell, even if they don’t go free they may have someone go after you for revenge, if they know you’re alive.”

“What about the disavow agreement, Sir?”

“Yeah, well, if you decide to do it, I will say I made it an order, you had no choice but to come home. You can say you agreed to do it for the same reason I ordered it, for the greater good. These men had to be stopped from ever doing anything like this again. As far as the agreement itself goes, only the top levels of our government and the immediate people involved were even aware it existed. None of them will mention it.”

“What about American involvement that has been denied from the very start? How can I make a liar out of our government? Won’t we lose world respect?”

“I have an idea about that, too, if you are willing to go along with it. You were on shore leave in their country. As a dedicated American Naval Officer sworn to uphold the peace, you became concerned when you overheard a conversation between two men that mentioned American sites where covert testing of a new biological weapon was to be conducted. You were alarmed, and acting on your own, you followed the two men back to their lab, and obtained the evidence. You had no support from the American government; if you had you wouldn’t have been captured so easily. Then . . .”

“Hey, wait a minute, Sir, that doesn’t make me look so good.”

“What it makes you look like Commander, is an average naval officer without ONI training or experience, who acted on the spur of the moment, without forethought or planning, and so you were caught.”

“Sir, it may not be general knowledge among the public, the everyday citizens we protect, but you especially are aware of how many countries out there know who and what I am. It’s crazy to try to get anyone to believe I not only found out something of this magnitude by accident, but then was stupid enough to act on my own, not trying to get backup or support, or notify any authorities. Wouldn’t it be better to just come clean and admit to the whole thing? America saved the world how much pain and suffering, how many lives? We would be thanked by all the civilized countries that understand, and the ones who aren’t civilized enough to appreciate it probably aren’t capable of any retribution anyway, at least not in any way we have to fear. It’s the only believable, respectable course of action. I’m sure it’s what the rest of the world suspects anyway.”

“And how would we explain your sudden reappearance? I was going to say you had been kept prisoner over there and only recently escaped. We never thought you were still alive until you just contacted us and explained what you had done and how you got caught.”

“How would that explain your finding out about the testing, and where and when it was? And discovering the exact formula in time to create an antidote? Or the exact location of the lab and names of the men involved? The pictures presented at trial? None of that could have happened if you didn’t have first hand information early on. At the very least, you would have to admit having received my transmission, so you may as well go all the way. It’s the right thing to do, Sir.”

Crane was one of his most valuable agents for many reasons, one of which was his ability to size up a situation and see things in a crystal clear way before anyone else could. He was right. Nothing America admitted to doing was as bad as what they had prevented by doing it.

“Okay, you’re right, but I still need to come up with a logical explanation for your sudden reappearance, and one that is believable, and won’t have people like Nelson wanting to take my head off. They’ve all suffered a lot because of this, so it has to be good.”

“In other words, your explanation gets you off the hook. Well, I have two other ideas. One, I did successfully escape, but because of the disavow agreement I figured I was on my own, so I didn’t bother to let anyone know I was still alive, I just intended to let them grieve over me for the rest of their lives. I started a new life for myself over there, out of the clear blue sky, with nothing but the rags and scars on my back, and while I was being hunted down by every police and military man in the area. Or two, the more believable one. You knew I escaped successfully because I contacted you to let you know and to be sure you had received all the information. Because of my knowledge you knew you had to keep me safe, regardless of the disavow agreement. So you put me in the witness protection program, gave me a new identity, home, and life. We agreed the world had to believe I was dead to keep me and those close to me safe until such a time as my testimony was needed, as it is now. Not only does this explanation closely match what really did happen, but somewhere, Sir, there are records, here and home, that you have been sending me money every month. I’m sure you have them all classified, but still, you knew where I was all along, there’s no denying it. This solution makes us both look good.”

“And no one would have to know where you really had been living or as who, so if things don’t go well you can come back here and no one would be the wiser.”

“Well, yeah, there’s that. But I’d rather take my chances going home and living in America. Once I tell everything I know, there’s no reason for you to have to keep me safe anyway.”

“All right Lee, obviously you have thought this through. The only thing left now is getting you back to America safely and secretly.”

They suddenly heard a booming voice from across the room. Admiral Starke. “Oh, I have a great idea about how to do that! We just have to get him to Gibraltar!”

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With Nelson content that no further samples were needed, Seaview left for Gibraltar early the next morning. En route, FS1 left to take the three scientists back for an afternoon-evening meeting that was set up with the governing EPA for that area. Seaview would dock in Gibraltar later that day, and if all went well and business could be concluded by that night, she would set sail for home early the next morning. Nelson wasn’t really needed longer than that; the two Spanish biologists could quite competently present the findings and final conclusions. And I really don’t want to hang around long enough to get involved in any finger pointing. And with the pollution he saw in the area, he was having second thoughts about building a lab here. But the crew was being given 12 hours shore leave here so tomorrow morning it was.

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Lee quickly packed his most valuable possessions, he couldn’t take everything. Admiral Johnson offered to have the rest of it packed up and sent to him when everything settled down, but suddenly none of it was important to him. He was going home! They had to move fast to get to Gibraltar before the American submarine Starke knew was docked there set sail. He wasn’t exactly sure when that would be, but he believed it was still there. Lee got his luggage down to his laptop, his backpack, his overnight bag, and one small suitcase. Not bad for how long he had lived here. Lee was the last one out the door, and he turned and bid a bittersweet goodbye to his little apartment. He’d gone through a lot emotionally while he lived here, but through it all, it had become home. And at the very least, he had felt safe and at peace here, after a while, a little like his cabin on Seaview, a home away from home.

They were going to have to drive the rest of the day and evening to get to Gibraltar. But first, they all decided they needed another good but fast meal. After loading up car with Lee’s luggage, they went back the little bistro across the street, had lunch and then headed out. No wine this time. Lee drove; he was more familiar with the roads. But even with only three relief and refreshment stops, they still did not get to the docks in Gibraltar until well after 0130.

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Nelson was beat. He’d had very little sleep the night before, busy documenting their findings in everyday lay language instead of the scientific jargon their notes were in. They had left in FS1 first thing this morning, and since he was piloting her, he had to get all the transcribing and the presentation done last night. The three marine biologists had enjoyed a late dinner together tonight after the meetings, before heading their separate ways, and dinner had been washed down with a more than healthy amount of alcohol. But he was truly glad he had had the chance to meet and work with these men, and believed he had gained not only two new professional colleagues, but two new friends as well. They had agreed to keep in touch, and to keep Nelson well informed. The two men were also close friends, used to working and laughing together, and Nelson couldn’t help but liken their relationship to what Chip and Lee had once enjoyed.

Mission accomplished, successfully, and now I’m due for some good old fashioned uninterrupted sleep. He pulled the sheet up, rolled onto his side, and was out cold in seconds.

************

Starke had told Johnson quietly while Lee was packing that the submarine was Seaview. They had decided between them that it would be better for Johnson to take the lead on this one, asking Nelson for his assistance with a security matter. Both he and Starke truly wanted to see Nelson and the crew’s reaction to finding their Captain and friend alive, but even at this hour the docks were not deserted, and Lee’s safety was paramount. They were sure to hear about it later anyway. And probably at the top of Nelson’s lungs! As much as Starke wanted to say hello to his oldest and closest friend, he understood Johnson’s need to make the transfer quickly and quietly, and so agreed to stay in the car. They hadn’t talked much in the ride over here, but you better believe, on the trip back he had a million questions for the good Admiral Johnson. And just wait until Harry gets hold of you. ‘Andre St. Clare’ my foot!

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Geez he hated this! Banging on the cabin hatch of a sleeping four star admiral at 0200 in the morning! Ridings tried again, the man sure did sleep soundly. He hoped he wouldn’t have to go in there and physically shake the Admiral awake.

He thought he heard a grumpy mumbling, was that a ‘Come’? He hesitantly tried the door, slowly opening it just a crack. “Sir, Admiral Nelson, are you awake, Sir?”

“Well, I am now! Is there something wrong with the boat? Where’s Morton?”

“The boat is fine, Sir. But there’s an American Admiral topside that needs to speak with you immediately. He didn’t give his name, Sir; he only said that it was an emergency.”

“Wonderful. Ok, I’ll be up in a minute. Dismissed.”

“Sir, yes Sir!” Ridings closed the hatch and got out of there as fast as he could. Even a retired four star Admiral was still an Admiral! He was only use to only dealing with his Captain in the regular Navy.

As Nelson pulled his pants on, he wondered what the devil an American Admiral was doing in Spain. All he could figure was that he was vacationing here and had a personal problem, or there was some kind of security or terrorist crisis and there really was a problem, here or at home.

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Lee knew it as soon as he turned onto the dock. His heart started pounding. SEAVIEW! My boat! Not only am I going home, but I’m going home on Seaview! I’m going to see everyone again!

“It’s Seaview! Sirs, why didn’t you tell me!”

“Jiggs, explain everything to him while I go talk to Nelson.” Johnson got out of the car and walked over to the security guard by Seaview.

“Because Lee, I was afraid she might not still be here. They know nothing about you still being alive, this is a coincidence not only that they are here, but that I happen to know about it, believe it or not. And Admiral Johnson still has to talk to Nelson. While he’s doing that, I will explain to you how this is being handled, what you are to say. Here, put this hoodie on, along with the sunglasses.”

“What? Admiral Starke, it’s the middle of the night and you want me to put sunglasses on? And why the hoodie? Obviously you don’t want them to know who I am, but why?”

“Admiral Johnson said you can make your presence and identity known once Seaview is in international waters. Don’t ask me why, just cooperate. Lee, this whole thing is being done on the spur of the moment, no plans were made, and we’re all just playing it by ear. Even I didn’t know you were alive until you walked in the door last night. Believe me, Harry suspects nothing. I wish I could be there to see his and Morton’s faces, but for whatever reason Admiral Johnson wants you well away from here when they find out. He said it’s for security reasons, so you being alive can’t leak back to anyone on the dock. You know how fast scuttlebutt travels. Now listen while I tell you what he’s telling Nelson.”

************

As he walked down the gangplank, he saw the officer leaning against a dark government loaner car. As the officer began walking up to him, recognition dawned. He hadn’t seen Johnson in over two years, and they hadn’t done anything for ONI since Lee’s last mission, and he hadn’t missed it a bit.

“Robert! What in blue blazes are you doing over here?”

“Er, a little emergency came up, Harry. I need your help. It’s quite fortuitous you happen to be here right now. I need you to transport a civilian informant we have kept under wraps in the witness protection program back to Santa Barbara. Federal Marshals will be waiting there to take custody of him when you dock, he has valuable testimony to give and this must be done very quietly and discreetly. He must be kept safe. He isn’t dangerous and doesn’t need to be guarded, just put him in one of your guest cabins and feed him. I promise you, he won’t give you any trouble.”

“Why can’t you fly him back? Wouldn’t that be quicker, and just as safe and discreet? I am somewhat aware of the top level security measures the United States Air Force has in place, you know.”

“Uh, he’s afraid to fly. Terrified, actually.”

“Has it occurred to you he may be just as terrified to be on a submarine? He may become claustrophobic, or . . .

“He’s been on a submarine before, Harry. He’s former Navy, that’s why ONI is involved. He’ll be fine.”

“I’m not about to stand here in the middle of the night and debate the issue with you, Robert. Since we set sail for home in the morning I guess it’s not a problem. Is he here now? Is he in the car?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, get him out; I’ll have someone escort him on board.” Nelson turned to walk back to the gangplank, but Johnson wasn’t done yet.

“Er, Harry, could you possibly have him brought in through your rear cargo hatch, instead of being paraded through your control room?”

Nelson turned and glared at him. “I hope you aren’t saying that because he can’t do the ladders! He can’t be on board a submarine if he can’t do the ladders! Is he injured in some way?”

“No, not at all, not at all. It’s just a security measure. I want as few people as possible knowing he is onboard.”

“Robert, you do remember that every one of my crew has top level security clearance, don’t you?”

“Certainly, that’s one of the reasons I’m asking you to do this.”

“Robert, even after everything that has happened, you still continue to be a big pain in my six. And don’t think I will EVER forget that you didn’t come to Lee’s memorial service, as loyal and devoted as he was to you. My Captain died following your orders, and you wouldn’t even pay your final respects to him. Bring your man over to the cargo hatch before I change my mind. I’ll get someone to meet him. And I want you to know I am only doing this because Lee would want me to. I, however, am going back to my bunk. Good night, Robert.”

When he got back down to the control room, he motioned Ridings into the nose. “We’re taking on a top level classified passenger. I need you to go down to the cargo hatch and bring him on board, and put him in one of the guest cabins. Then go wake up Doc and have him check the man out, I want to be sure he’s fit for submarine travel before there’s a problem. Tell him to report to me in the morning if anything is wrong. There’s to be no mention of this to anyone at this time, don’t put it in the log, and tell that to Doc as well. Dismissed.”

“Sir, yes Sir.” Well, this was something he had never done before. He wished he knew what was going on.

************

Ridings couldn’t believe the civilian had actually asked for permission to come on board before he would enter the cargo hatch. He helped the man carry his gear on board, and put him in Guest Cabin A, the best one that they had. He then bid the man a good night and went to wake up Doc. Was that all he was supposed to do? It was all the Admiral had asked him to do.

The Admiral got back into his bunk. He supposed he should have been more hospitable to the man, introduced himself and escorted him to the cabin himself, asked if he needed anything. It was his submarine after all. I shouldn’t take it out on this man just because I’m angry with Robert. Well, he’d make amends in the morning. Damn you, Robert. Why can’t you leave me and my boat alone?

Lee couldn’t believe he was back on Seaview. From the second he stepped onto the deck in the cargo hatch, he felt a thrill shoot through him. He looked around the guest cabin. They sure hadn’t been expecting company. No sheets or pillow on the bed, no blanket. No towels or toiletries in the head, not even toilet paper! The man had introduced himself as Executive Officer Ridings. Did something happen to O’Brien? He had assumed the second officer had taken on the position of XO to Chip. Maybe this was the second shift Exec? Well, he remembered where everything was, he’d have to go help himself, since he wasn’t supposed to let anyone know he was on board. He opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. It was awfully quiet on board. He managed to get down to the supply room and get what he needed, the whole time resisting the urge to go down to the control room, or to go knock on Harry and Chip’s hatches. He was on his way back when he heard the jovial sounds of seamen returning from shore leave, or just a night out. He quickly turned off one corridor just as Kowalski was turning onto it from the other end. There was the briefest of eye contact between them, and Lee hurriedly went a bit down the corridor and got into the cabin, shut the light off, and locked the door. He stood there quietly inside the door. Guess I should have left my hood up and glasses on.

“I’m telling you Riley, it was the Skipper! I saw him turn right here, go right down this corridor! I know it was him! It looked like he was carrying a white sheet in his arms!”

“Ok ‘Ski, I think you had a little bit too much San Gria at the lovely senorita’s home. Let’s get you to your bunk. Are you sure he had the white sheet in his arms and wasn’t wearing it?”

“You can make all the fun of me you want, I know what I saw. It was the Skipper! I wasn’t even thinking about him, why would I suddenly see him?”

“So you think Captain Crane has come back to haunt us?”

“No, I think he’s come back home to his boat. There’s got to be something to all those sea stories about dead sailors returning to their boats, just to be there, not to scare anyone. You know how dedicated the Skipper was to Seaview, he loved her. Called her his Grey Lady.”

“Ok, “Ski, look, let’s go over this in the morning. We got to get some sleep. Maybe you’ll remember things differently then.”

“Fine, but I know what I saw, and what I saw it was the Skipper. Or his ghost!”

************

He had his gear stowed and toiletries in the head, now to make up the bunk. He laughed to himself as he thought about the conversation he had overheard. Poor ’Ski. The quiet knock on the door threw him. He wasn’t supposed to see anyone yet. Maybe Johnson had told Harry after all. He put on his sunglasses and pulled the hood up over his head and opened the door a crack. “Yes?”

“Hello, Sorry to disturb you, I’m Doctor Jamieson, Seaview’s CMO. Admiral Nelson has ordered me to examine you, make sure you’re fit for submarine travel. This will only take a minute.”

Well, that made it clear Harry didn’t know he was on board. The only thing Lee could do was let him in. He opened the door and quickly turned away. This was going to be good.

“If you will just sit on the bunk for a minute, and I must ask you to remove your jacket so I can get an accurate BP reading. Why isn’t this bunk made up?” After Lee removed the jacket, Jamie proceeded to take his pulse and putting his stethoscope on, checked the man’s heart, then put the blood pressure cuff on him. What muscles! As a doctor, he liked to see men keeping themselves physically fit, it also kept them healthier. A moment later and, "You’ll have to remove your sunglasses. Are you having a problem with your eyes? Does the light bother them?” He switched his little light on as Lee took off his glasses. Jaime shined the light into Lee’s right eye first then the left one, then stood back and stared. Only one man had eyes like those. He knew those eyes. And he knew this man.

“I feel fine, Jamie.” Lee couldn’t help blurting it out, then he gave Jamie a big bear hug, and held onto him. One little sob escaped and he let go and turned away, trying to bring himself under control. He felt the doctor’s hand on his shoulder.

“My God, Lee. I . . . I never really believed you were really dead. Something told me you were still with us; I never even took your file out of my active drawer. Welcome home, Captain. Can we talk?”

“Something in Jamie’s voice made Lee turn around, and he saw the tears running down his friend’s face. He didn’t remember ever seeing the good doctor cry before.

First, Lee told him no one was supposed to know he was on board yet, so please don’t say anything. He told Jamie what Nelson had been told, and about how he had to get his own sheets and Kowalski saw him and believed him to be a ghost, Lee’s ghost. Jamie smiled at that one. Lee told him a little bit about what he had been through, where he had been. Jamie spent a few minutes bringing him up to date about the boat, the Institute, the personnel. He suspected all wasn’t a bed of roses between Nelson and Morton. Jamie was surprised that Lee knew nothing about what was being said about him. Lee’s only concern about his military reputation had been in regard to violating the disavow agreement, not being branded a traitor. This news hit him hard. Johnson had never mentioned it, probably never expected him to ever be home again to hear it. Jamie wished he had kept his mouth shut. He made sure Lee knew no one on Seaview or at the Institute believed any of it.

“So tell me Jamie, am I fit for submarine travel?”

“Of course you are Lee. It may have only been a cursory examination, I should still do some blood work, but you’re fine. And the few pounds you’ve put on make you look healthier than I’ve ever seen you. And you’ve obviously been working out. That small touch of gray in your hair makes you look quite distinguished.”

“Thanks, I think. Listen, if we aren’t leaving port until tomorrow morning, and it will take us a little while to reach international waters, what am I supposed to do about eating? You’ll be happy to know that along with my muscles I’ve also developed a healthy appetite. I can’t just walk into the wardroom.”

“We’ll work something out. Although that would be pretty spectacular. Are you hungry now? Do you want something? Come to think of it, I could use a sandwich myself. Put your glasses and hoodie back on and let’s go raid the galley. Maybe Cookie still has some of your beef barley vegetable soup in the deep freeze.”

They didn’t bump into anyone in the corridors, and when Jamie checked out the wardroom first he found it empty and motioned Lee in. They snuck in back and made themselves sandwiches, then poured out two glasses of bug juice. With Jamie carrying the tray, they started to head back to Lee’s guest cabin when Lee turned back. He decided to check out the freezer, he couldn’t get the beef barley soup out of his mind after Jamie had joked about it. “Nope, no beef barley soup in here,” he softly whispered to himself as he closed the freezer door and hurried to catch up with Jamie.

They made it back unnoticed, and actually had a good laugh about their little advenure as they sat and ate. Jamie started yawning and told Lee he would see him in the morning; he would bring him a breakfast tray to tide him over. They said their good nights, and at the hatch Jamie turned back to Lee. “I just can’t get rid of you, can I?” They both laughed.

The next morning Jamie decided to eat his own breakfast first in the wardroom before bringing Lee a tray. It was his usual routine, eating with Harry and Chip, so there would be no suspicion. While the three of them sat there eating, Kowalski came into the Officer’s Wardroom, and asked if he could please speak with them a moment, he was sorry to disturb their breakfast, but it couldn’t wait. He proceeded to tell them about the incident from just a few hours earlier. Nelson choked on his coffee, and Chip froze midair with a forkful of scrambled eggs on his fork halfway to his open mouth. “I know you think I’m crazy, Sirs, but I know what I saw. It was the Skipper, he’s back with us. Or his ghost is.”

Cookie had been standing nearby with the coffee pot, ready to refill the officer’s cups, and heard what Kowalski said. “You mean, you saw him too, ‘Ski? I thought I was dreaming! I woke up from a deep sleep remembering I forgot to take the sausage out of the freezer for breakfast this morning and when I came around the back corner of the galley I saw him closing the freezer door, saying ”There’s no beef barley soup in here.” He said it real quiet like, and then I stepped back around the corner into the shadows; I was shaking like a leaf. But then when I looked again, he was gone. When I woke up this morning, I figured it musta been a dream. Do you think it’s really the Skipper, Sirs?”

“A hungry ghost? That doesn’t sound like it could be Captain Crane’s ghost then. Well, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had a ghost on board Seaview. If it is the good Captain, at least this time we know it’s a good ghost. If either of you see him again, tell him to stop by my cabin, I want a word with him. Dismissed, gentlemen.” The Admiral chuckled to himself as he continued to butter his toast. Whoever came up with the phrase that sailors were a suspicious lot certainly got it right.

“Admiral, I feel hurt. How come he didn’t come to see either of us?” As much as the comment was made in a joking tone, Chip did manage to sound a little bit put out.

“I guess because we were sleeping. Hopefully, we’ll be wide awake the next time he materializes out of thin air.” The Admiral managed to say this in a sarcastic yet still joking way. He didn’t believe any of this one bit.

Jamie tried, but he absolutely could not contain himself any longer. “Materialize? Out of thin air? Gee, it was my understanding he walked in through the rear cargo hatch.”

Chip gave him a strange look, smiled a bit at the doctor’s weird sense of humor and then went on eating.

It took almost a full minute, then suddenly Nelson dropped his fork and sat bolt upright in his chair, turned white, and stared straight ahead, eyes as wide as saucers. Then he jumped up knocking over his chair, and ran out of the Wardroom.

Chip picked the chair up and looked at Jamie. “What do you think that was all about? What could be wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong Chip, it has to do with something that happened last night, or rather early this morning.” It certainly took Harry long enough to put two and two together! Although I could practically hear the pieces falling into place.

“What happened? I checked the log before I came down to breakfast, just like I always do. There was nothing in it unusual, and Ridings didn’t say a word to me. Do you think the Admiral is all right?”

“I think he is about to be better than he has been in a long, long time. Finish your breakfast.”

No, he’s not in this one. . . How could I have been so stupid? Nope, this one’s empty, too. After all this time, all he’s been through, and I totally ignored him! Not here either. Only one cabin left.

He threw open the last guest cabin hatch, and looked over at the sleeping man curled up on the bunk. It was all he could do to keep from screaming his name. He slowly walked over to the bunk and peered down, recognizing Lee’s dark curls, even with a touch of gray, his handsome profile and dark golden skin tone. He looked a bit older, a bit heavier, but it was LEE! My God, son, it is you. You’re alive. Welcome home, Lee. Thank you Lord, from all of us.

Harry quietly pulled out the desk chair and sat down, and went over his conversation with Johnson a few hours earlier, staring a Lee’s sleeping form the whole time. I should have realized it then, the pieces fit perfectly. I couldn’t see it because I was too busy reaming Robert out, when the whole time he had been keeping Lee safe. No wonder he wasn’t at the memorial service, he knew Lee wasn’t dead. I should have been suspicious from the start.

Harry wanted to stay there until Lee woke up, but had no idea how long that would be. Well, he wasn’t going anywhere. Harry decided to go back to the Wardroom, not sure what he was going to say to Chip, or the crew. He decided he better keep quiet until he spoke with Lee.

Jamie was still sitting in the Wardroom; Chip had already gone down to the Control Room. Harry poured himself another cup of coffee and sat down across from the doctor.

“Well, Harry? I’m relieved to see the color is back in your face. Did you find him? Is he awake yet?”

“No. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Lee was under orders not to reveal his presence until Seaview entered international waters. But of course he couldn’t hide it when I examined him. And he was too excited about seeing a familiar face again to want to hide it. Harry, do you have any idea what the man has been through?”

Jamie proceeded to give the Admiral an abbreviated version of everything Lee had told him earlier, including Lee not knowing anything about being branded a traitor.

“I’ll talk to him when he wakes up; make sure he knows he has nothing to worry about. And I’ll apologize for how I treated him last night. I think I’ll go back down there now.”

“Harry, I was going to take a breakfast tray to him, do you want to bring it down?”

“Good idea. Oh and by the way, since you examined him, how is he? I mean, other than being fit for submarine travel, obviously that’s no longer a concern.”

“Fine. And he’s put a bit of weight on, and a few muscles, too. I still want to do some blood work, but from what I saw last night, he is in excellent health.”

“That’s a relief. Look, don’t mention this to anyone, not just yet. Let me talk to him first.”

Harry stood in front of the hatch, tray in hand, trying to decide what he would say first. He finally figured he’d just have to play it by ear. He was about to knock, then realized Lee may still be sleeping. He quietly opened the door, the bunk was empty and the hatch to the head was closed. He put the tray down on the desk and sat down. Then he stood up again and started pacing. He heard the door open. Lee had been in the shower and only had a towel wrapped around him.

“Sir? Harry?”

Jamie was right. Lee had gotten into bodybuilding. Look at those muscles!

It turned out to be one of those times where words weren’t necessary. A great big bear hug, choked back sobs, glistening eyes. Then holding each other at arm’s length, both finally beginning to realize this was for real.

After Lee dressed, they sat and Harry talked while Lee ate his breakfast. Harry filled him in on everything he could think of, it would take a long time to get him completely caught up. Then, when Lee was done eating, it was his turn to talk, and he certainly did talk, non-stop for over an hour. At least a half dozen times he said he never expected to go home or even see a familiar face again. He still couldn’t believe it. Harry couldn’t believe the part about his sister inadvertently causing Lee to lose his waiter job.

Nelson asked him if he wanted a uniform to wear.

“Sir, I’m not sure I’m still in the Naval Reserves. Should I be in uniform?”

“Damn straight you should be, Captain. We’ll worry about the rest of it later. You know how I feel about my officers being on Seaview out of uniform.”

“Admiral, Chip is Seaview’s Captain now, and I won’t take it away from him. I would be happy just being at the Institute, maybe doing an occasional mission here and there.”

“Like I said Lee, we’ll work it out, after the trial. For now, my watch tells me we should almost be in international waters. How about I get you a uniform, and we take a stroll down to the Control Room. I’m sure you must be dying to go down there.”

“Harry, maybe you should say that another way, given the circumstances.”

They both laughed, and Harry left, hoping one of the spare uniforms in supply would fit Lee. He had to make a note to order him a new one, complete with fruit salad and scrambled eggs.*

They walked in through the rear hatch to the Control Room, Harry in front of Lee. Chip was facing them, on the far side of the charting table, head down checking their course. He wasn’t aware of the Admiral approaching with Lee behind him. When Nelson stopped at the near side of the table across from Chip, Lee stayed a bit behind him.

“Chip, have we entered into international waters yet?”

“Yes, Sir, about a . . . “ Chip looked up to speak to the Admiral, and saw Lee standing quietly next to him.

He stood there stunned a second, and then “Uh, he’s . . . it’s. . . there’s the gh-. . .”

Lee came around to the side of the table, leaned forward a little, looked Chip in the eye and . . .”BOO!”

Chip actually jumped back a little, and then stepped even further back hittting the bulkhead when Lee came around the table to hug him. Lee stopped a few feet in front of him, Chip looked terrified.

“What’s wrong, Chip? Surely you don’t believe I’m a ghost! It’s me, the real me!”

They stood there looking at each other, then Chip went from looking terrified, to looking confusion, to finally reaching out to gently touch Lee.

Nelson could see both men were getting ready to lose it. “Why don’t you two go to the nose, close the crash doors, and do some catching up. I’ll mind the store here.”

“Good idea, Sir,” Lee said as he started to walk that way, but changed his mind. “But first . . .” he walked over to where Kowalski was stationed, and put his hand on the first mate’s shoulder. ‘Ski looked up, jumped out of his chair and actually screamed. “Just wanted to say hi, ‘Ski. I don’t always wear my sheet.” He winked at Paterson sitting next to ‘Ski, both men had turned white as milk. Now, back to Chip.

He walked into the Observation Nose, closing the crash doors behind him. Chip turned to face him; Lee couldn’t quite make out the strange expression on his face. Maybe he was in shock?

“Chip, are you all right? I know this is a shock, the Admiral didn’t even know I was still alive or even on board until a little while ago. I was under orders not to reveal myself until Seaview was in international waters.” Lee went on talking to him, trying to explain everything to him. Chip just stood there staring at him. He didn’t look good. Maybe I should call Jamie. “Look, I’m not taking command back away from you, if that’s what you’re worried about. Can I get you something? Coffee, water? Chip, talk to me!”

Lee never saw it coming. A swift, powerful right cross that sent him flying against the crash doors. As he sat up, he saw Chip turn and lean into the glass windows. He saw his shoulders shaking and heard the loud sobs. Lee staggered up and tried to clear his head. And . . . and here comes the blood. He went over to the credenza under the coffee pot and grabbed some paper towels, and holding one to his nose he went and sat down. They both stayed like that for a good ten minutes. Chip finally pulled himself together and came over to Lee.

“I’m sorry. I just, lost it, I guess. I mean, all this time, couldn’t you have gotten a message out or something? Do you have any idea what we’ve been through?”

“I was in protective custody Chip, and it was as much for your protection as mine. It wouldn’t have been effective if anyone had known. The Admiral is just as furious.” He hated to lie to his friends, but Lee had decided with Johnson that this version of the truth would cause fewer hard feelings all around.” But you better believe I constantly argued with Johnson about it.”

“Is that still bleeding, do you want me to get Jamie?”

“Nah, its stopping. Now I remember why I never wanted to get you mad.” They both chuckled a bit, and Lee stood up and gave Chip the bear hug he had wanted to give him before. It only took a second before both men broke down in tears. After they each pulled themselves together, Lee let Chip talk, and talk he did, about everything. Everything from how hard it had been on him, how it had upset his parents, how he couldn’t stand being Captain. “Please, take back your command. We made a good team. I want things the way they use to be. And I want my best friend back.”

“That last one is a done deal, but as far as command goes, until I testify my status with the US Naval Reserves is up in the air. For now though, I need a place to live. I know it’s cramped, but can I stay with you in your apartment until I find out what’s going on in my life?”

“Lee, you can stay in the Master bedroom of the little seaside cottage I’ve been living in. I stay in the spare room. I couldn’t bear to sleep in your bed.”

“You- you mean you have my place? That’s wonderful! I thought it had been sold by now! I thought all my stuff was gone! Yes! I’m really going home now! And I want you to stay there. It may wind up being yours again anyway if I wind up in Leavenworth.”

“The Admiral will never let that happen, Lee. Never. Get it out of your mind. Look, you need to clean up, and it’s past my lunch time. Let’s go get something to eat and you can get some ice to put on that, it’s starting to swell. O’Brien should be back from his lunch by now so the Admiral can join us.” Chip opened the crash doors and they went over to the Admiral.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Uh, I tripped.”

Guess that thud agaist the crash doors was Lee landing against them. I suppose Chip had to get it out of his system. I know how he feels. Wait till I get my hands on Johnson.

Lee walked over to O’Brien and stuck out his hand. “It’s me, I’m alive. Heard you’re doing a fine job as Exec, I’m proud of you.” He smiled as they shook hands, then the three men walked down to the Wardroom. O’Brien just stood there watching them walk away. Nah. Couldn’t be. No way. Must be something in that tuna salad I just ate.

They were following the Admiral when CPO Sharkey came out of a cross corridor and started walking towards them. As unusual as it was, he hadn’t heard any of the scuttlebutt yet about the ghost. A moment later, they were picking him up from the deck. Chip ran into the wardroom and got water, Sharkey just leaned against the bulkhead staring at Lee, then he did the most unexpected thing. Stood stiff at full attention and saluted the Captain. Lee couldn’t remember him ever doing that before, and at first didn’t know what to say. Then, “At ease, Chief. It’s good to see you again.” Sharkey stayed at attention, unable to move, until the Admiral relieved him and suggested he go down to sickbay. He crumpled back against the bulkhead, just staring bewildered at Lee.

They walked into the wardroom, first the Admiral, then Chip, and Lee was last in line, just slightly out of Cookie’s sight. The Admiral smelled it first. “Cookie, is that beef barley vegetable soup I smell? You haven’t made that in years!”

“Well, Sir, I thought I’d better keep some on hand in the freezer, and maybe leave a bowl of it out at night. You know, just in case. . .well, you know, in case he comes back looking for it. . .I mean. . .the. . .you know, Sir, the gh-. .

“Hey Cookie, could I have some of it right now, is it done? It smells delicious!” Lee moved over right in front of him. Cookie hit the deck about 5 seconds faster than Sharkey had. Chip picked up the mic to call Jamie.

“Admiral, I think you better make an announcement about me over the PA. Jamie only has two bunks left now.”

“What? And ruin all this fun? This is better than Halloween! I’ve never been able to scare people the way you are now without even trying!”

“Very funny. Speaking of Jamie, I better get down there after lunch. He wanted to do blood work on me to bring my file up to date.”

“And just like that, you’re going? You aren’t going to make him chase you or threaten you?”

“Yeah, well, I guess I’ve even missed Jamie.” They all smiled.

************

“I appreciate you coming down on your own Lee, but while I take your blood, please, hear me out, I have to say this, get it off my chest. When are you going to realize you can’t save the world by yourself? You were lucky again this time, you finally got back in one piece. Someday, your luck is going to run out, the odds increase with every mission you take. You’ve done more than your share for God and country, it’s time to slow down, take fewer or safer missions if you can’t bring yourself to resign from ONI yet. You do realize that you are not only getting older, but some of your recurring injuries are ones that you will stop recovering completely from, they are accumulative, like concussions. Quit now while you still have enough life and health left in you to lead a long and productive life.”

“Jamie, I want you to listen carefully to what I have to tell you, and then forget it, because it’s classified information, but I know I can trust you and maybe it will make you understand. You think I can’t make a difference because I am only one man? I alone retrieved and transmitted intel I risked my life to get, and sacrificed my freedom and my reputation to do it. You want me to give you an example why Jamie? Let me make this personal, so you understand. The first test missile, containing a payload of the deadly biological gas that was expected to destroy all human life within a hundred mile radius, was to be launched from the Atlantic and targeted to land outside Port St. Lucy in Florida. Jamie, isn’t that where your daughter, her husband, and your four grandchildren live? Along with thousands of other innocent people? I can see by the look on your face that it is. So please don’t tell me again one man can’t do much. I may have to slow down a bit as I get older, but I won’t quit ONI as long as I can continue to make a difference.”

Epilogue

Lee walked into the courtroom through the right side doors opposite the end of the judge’s bench. He was in full dress uniform, and two Marine guards stayed close behind him. He stopped and saluted the flag, then proceeded to the witness stand, taking the two steps up and standing in front of the chair as the bible was put on front of him and he laid his left hand on it and raised his right.

“Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?”

“I do.”

“Please state your name for the record.”

“I am Commander Lee Benjamin Crane, United States Naval Reserves.”

This was the first time the general public was finding out Lee was alive. The commotion was incredible. The judge had to bang his gavel. “Order, there will be order in this courtroom.” It took almost a whole minute for things to calm down.

The prosecutor approached the witness stand. “Commander, it has been stated you were killed while trying to escape from the foreign prison you were being held in. I take it that is not true.”

“No Sir, it is not. They don’t shoot so well.” There was laughter in the courtroom.

“And what charges had they imprisoned you for.”

“Spying.”

“And were you spying?”

“No Sir, to me I was only investigating. I was on leave when I overheard two men, those two men sitting right there, talking about testing a new bio agent on unsuspecting American citizens. As an American Naval Officer sworn to protect my country and its citizens, I felt it was my duty to do everything I could to prevent this. I discreetly followed the men to a lab, and observed those four men sitting right there working in the lab, and speaking with the first two. There was a lot of paperwork laid out, and there looked like there was some confusion about something one of the scientists was trying to explain to the two men I had followed, and he motioned to them to follow him out. In a minute the other three scientists followed, and I saw my chance. First I took some pictures with my cell phone, then I grabbed all the notes and documents, two flash drives, a notebook and a laptop. I put them in a plastic bag I pulled out of the wastebasket, and took off. I ran as far and as fast as I could. Then I stopped and hid the bag and kept going. I kept running until I thought it was safe enough to stop and make a call to get help. If I had realized they were so close behind me I would have kept running.”

Laughter again in the courtroom. He knew he was coming across as an idiot. This certainly wasn’t the way it happened, but the terrorists weren’t about to incriminate themselves by correcting him.

“The next thing I knew, I woke up in a prison cell, where I remained for seven months. I won’t go into how I was treated or the torture I was subjected to, it’s not important to the case. One night they came to move me and I overheard I was to be executed, supposedly while trying to escape. All I’ll say about the rest is simply that the new holding cell they moved me to was not escape proof. I escaped and then was able to contact military authorities, and take them to where the evidence was hidden. It was obvious I was still being hunted, so I was put into protective custody for my own safety and the safety of others close to me, and in case my eyewitness testimony was needed. I can only speculate that it was to save themselves any embarrasment that they annnounced they had executed me after I had already humiliated them by not only escaping but then couldn’t be found after they had fired so many shots at me. I’m sure they believed they had wounded me and that I was probably laying dead somewhere and would be founs eventually. But what I did, I did on my own, in the beginning, not as any agent of the United States Government. It was a matter of conscience and doing my duty, and I’d do it all again.”

“Commander, I will point to and name each man you have pointed to, and will you please, for the record state that you saw each man in the lab.”

After all six men were identified, Lee was dismissed. As he was about to step down, the Judge called him back, stood up and saluted him, and then shook his hand. Good work, Commander. Your country is proud of you.”

“Thank you Sir, that means a great deal to me.”

************

Lee sat back from his laptop, back again in his den at home. He’d finally finished bringing his journal up to date; so much had happenned so fast, and in such a short period of time. He had to add his coming home, what all his friends had been through, along with the trial and his eventual reinstatement. All the men involved had been sentenced to life without parole, thanks to Lee’s testimony.

He looked out the open window and felt the ocean breeze on his face. It was going to be a beautiful sunset. He had time for a walk down along the beach; it had been a long time. But he couldn’t get back too late. Seaview set sail early tomorrow morning and her excited Captain wanted to be well rested.

The End

*Military Slang: The plethora of ribbons and medals on the chest of a dress uniform is called a “fruit salad,” because of the colorful variety of decorations against the plainness of the dress uniform. The gold decorations across the bill of a Navy officer's hat are referred to as "scrambled eggs.”

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An entry into the ‘Thinking’ story challenge, due Sept. 25, 2016.

Disavowed

By K. Corris

Part One

Well, what was there left to lose? Nothing. They were going to kill him soon anyway; he’d overheard the whisperings about it when they moved him to this even tinier new cell a few nights ago. And they had every right to execute him. At least he could die knowing he had tried everything possible to escape. Seven months he had been locked up in solitary, seven long, lonely, cold, hungry months. They must have finally realized that keeping him any longer was putting them at risk, or that they weren’t going to get anything out of him. Because of the disavow agreement he had signed, he hadn’t even given them name, rank, or serial number. He was of no use to them, he knew it. He would never tell them who he had been working for. They had confiscated the intel before he had a chance to secure it. Caught red handed. It was just a matter of time now, Lee was sure of it. It would have to be tonight. If there had been any kind of rescue attempt, it had apparently failed. But he doubted it; he knew he had been disavowed. They couldn’t have any contact with him. He was on his own.

************

Acting Captain Chip Morton gave the order to slow Seaview to one third; they were getting near their coordinates. The next dive team going out would complete the mission. Even without their Captain and friend, life went on. Contracts had to be honored. Chip would do his job, Lee’s job, as he had always done before in Lee’s absence.

But this time, this absence, had been particularly hard on all of them. Because this time, they knew where he was but their hands were tied. The government had disavowed the Captain, denied any knowledge of him, and insisted they had no idea why that man was in their country. The diplomats had tried their best to negotiate his release, though only on the premise that he was an American citizen, but to no end. Nelson had begged, threatened, fought, pleaded, bargained, and prayed to all the powers that be, but to no avail. He had finally been given orders by the SecNav himself to stay out of it. Orders he would quickly disobey if he could rescue Lee, but the situation was much too complicated and delicate. Besides, what could they do to him if he did try? He had nothing to lose, there was nothing they could do to him or take away from him. He did as much or more for the Navy and US government as they did for him. NIMR could run easily on private contracts alone. And he certainly didn’t need his pension.

Lee had been captured with the stolen intel still on him, undeniable proof of their production of a gaseous biochemical agent, its delivery system, where it was being made and stored, and the locations and times of the tests that were to be made with it, tests that were to be made on innocent and unsuspecting civilians the world over. He had even managed to get the formula it was made with. The American government’s response to his capture was that he must be intending to sell the intelligence to a third party. He was absolutely not under any orders from the American government, whoever he was. But unknown to his captors, Lee had not only memorized a lot of the data, he had already transmitted it. He had to do it, no matter what. Even with just his basic chemistry knowledge he could understand the horrific and excruciating deaths it would cause. Another 10 seconds and he would have been gone. Only ONI knew the physical proof was now no longer needed, and so, sadly, neither was the agent. They could not, would not, do anything that could even hint at American involvement.

Admiral Johnson, head of the Office of Naval Intelligence, was devastated. Not only was Crane one of his best agents, but the wealth of data he had obtained would save thousands of lives, if not millions. The man deserved better from his own country, his own government; his loyalty was above and beyond to America while America turned its back on him only for doing his duty and following orders. And had his reputation ruined in the process. Johnson knew it had to be this way; after all, he was the one that drew up and countersigned the disavow agreement, but that didn’t make it right. He was more than ready for early retirement now. His own conscience wasn’t going to let him play this game any longer, not after this travesty.

************

Lee’s ‘dinner’ was delivered at the same time every night at this new place, and the tray would then be retrieved through the flap at the bottom of the door about an hour later. Funny thing about this captivity, in both places he was fed pretty decent food, though not nearly enough, got some water on a fairly regular basis, and a light blanket. And even toilet paper! He wondered, was someone watching, or monitoring them? Their treatment of him wasn’t up to Geneva Convention specifications though, he was only fed just enough to barely keep him alive but in a very weakened condition. He looked down at how tightly his skin was stretched over his rib cage. He was a living skeleton.

Tonight, as hungry as he was, he didn’t touch his dinner. When they came to pick up the tray, they pulled it out untouched. Sure enough, a little while later the cell door was opened to check on him and he went into action. They must have believed he was dead or unconscious, they only sent two guards. Both of whom were now out cold, as he took their guns, a pair of boots, and the taller guard’s uniform. He slipped out the door and silently stole down the dimly lit hallway, passing several closed doors. He had to stop a minute to catch his breath, that little bit of exertion had taken all the strength and energy he could muster. He finally came to a door with a light on under it. Looking down the hallway, he couldn’t see any other lights, or any way out. This had to be it. He put his ear to the door and heard three, no, no, four distinct male voices. They seemed to be discussing something to do with scheduling, if his brief crash course of their language was correct. The chatter was followed by hearty laughter, and then three voices apparently saying good bye to the fourth one. He heard a door open and then slam shut. Ok, so this was a way out, and now there was only one man left to deal with, he hoped. He waited a few minutes to be sure the others were far enough away, then quietly opened the door, gun out ready to shoot.

The man in the office was wearing a uniform, and had his back turned towards Lee. On his desk was a plate with his dinner on it, looked like some kind of fish and a green vegetable, and something white. He appeared to be gathering papers from a fax or copy machine, but he had heard the door.

“So, how is our guest? Was he simply not hungry tonight?” He let out a long, cold hearted laugh. How could a man being slowly starved to death not be hungry? Apparently, he thought Lee was one of the returning guards.

Lee quietly walked up behind him, and pressed the cold gun barrel to the back of his neck.

“Oh, I’m pretty hungry all right, and that dinner of yours smells pretty fine. SIT DOWN, NOW!”

Slowly the officer turned and faced Lee, as Lee stepped back and around to the other side of the desk. Both men sat down, and Lee yanked the dinner plate towards him, never taking the gun or his eyes off the man. In a minute the food was gone.

“Okay, get up and walk over to that door,’” Lee used the gun to motion to the door that led back to the hallway as the man slowly stood up.

“Go on, open the door, and close it behind you.”

The man stood there a minute, but after one shot from Lee at the floor by his feet, he quickly opened the door and ran through it, slamming it shut behind him. Lee quickly locked it, and then put the desk chair under the door knob. Thank goodness he had the gun. In his weakened physical condition, he would have been no match for him, even though the officer was unarmed.

He finally had a chance to take a good look around the office. No radio or computer he could see, but there was a telephone. No dial tone, you probably had to have a code to get an outside line and he didn’t have time to play around.

He did find a brown bag with a sandwich, apple, and bottle of water in it, and grabbed it for the trip. Just as he was about to step out the door, the phone rang. He paused for a moment trying to decide if he should answer it, try to get help. At least he knew now that it worked. He finally decided to take a chance and picked the receiver up, after pushing the square button on the bottom that was blinking red. But he didn’t say anything, he just listened.

“Hello? Are you there?”

Lee responded by coughing loudly, then tried to make it sound like he was having trouble finding his voice.

“Not feeling well comrade? No matter, I only called to tell you the prisoner will be picked up tonight, in about two hours at the dock. Get him ready for transport, and have one guard accompany him. While the captain of the fishing boat is being paid well for his services, he did not want his crew involved so he will be alone and does not want any trouble. The prisoner will be killed and disposed with at sea, we will broadcast that he was killed while trying to escape. Take care of that cough, comrade.” With that he hung up, as did Lee, who then smiled to himself. All I have to do is find the dock, and I have two hours to do it in.

************

Chip turned the con over to O’Brien, and headed for the wardroom. He was hungry, tired, and just plain glad to be off duty. It wasn’t the same here without Lee. Strange that he felt that way, considering he had been here long before Lee, serving with Seaview’s first Captain, John Phillips. And how many times had he been acting captain under Lee? And this time, for over seven months. He should be fairly use to it by now. He finally decided the difference was in knowing that this time there probably would be no end to it. He would probably never see his best friend again, may not even ever know his true fate. In the beginning, he had waited so eagerly for any news, but then the days drifted into weeks, the weeks into months. Life went on. If there was any way possible for him to pull off a rescue attempt on his own, without any support from the Government or Nelson, he would have done so long ago. He knew the SecNav’s orders to Nelson’s pertained to him too, he just didn’t care. Anything they did to him was still better than letting Lee die. The whole thing was just so damn frustrating. Anyone who knew Lee knew how patriotic he was, he truly loved his country and felt proud, not just honor bound, to serve and protect it. He would, and had, done anything and everything necessary to keep America safe, usually risking his life to do so. And now, to call him a traitor, out to make a fast buck selling stolen secrets to any despicable world power that wanted to buy them to use against America? He didn’t care what the brass said. If Lee is killed over there, I’ll spend the rest of my life proclaiming his innocence. He owed Lee that much, and much, much more.

************

Lee slipped out the door, into the first truly fresh air he had breathed in seven months. It was a cool, clear night, with many stars shining brightly. He realized again how far he was from home when he didn’t easily recognize any of the constellations. He wasn’t as steady on his feet as he wanted to be, but was thankful it was from weakness not injury. No physical activity or exercise for seven months will do that to you, especially when you’re down to skin and bones. He walked slowly, trying to get his bearings. He seemed to be on the outskirts of a small city. He wasn’t sure what direction the water was in, and he didn’t have time to waste by heading in the wrong direction. He took several deep breaths, but couldn’t smell any salt air. He stayed in the shadows as he walked around the parking area and across the narrow road to a group of trees. As excited as he was to finally be free, he was beginning to feel disoriented. Have to keep going, put one foot in front of the other, don’t stop. This was his only chance. They would surely kill him on sight if they found him. Should he risk asking someone for directions? He knew he wasn’t thinking clearly. He turned back around and looked at the road he had just crossed, talking a step back into the trees when he heard a vehicle approaching. As it passed him, he saw it was towing a boat, just a small rowboat, on a trailer behind it. He stepped back out onto the road and watched as the car went down a ways then made a slow left turn. He followed it, staying in the shadows of the roadside trees.

The road the car had turned onto got wider and soon ended in a sandy semi-circle. Alongside it was water, not much more than a wide stream. Lee watched as the man dropped the boat into the water, got in and started rowing. In the dark it was hard to tell how deep it was, but Lee was sure by the current that it led to a bigger body of water. He got back on the road and walked in the direction the road headed in before the turnoff, staying parallel to the stream, and sure enough he eventually came to a much busier waterfront area. There were several docks, but he didn’t think they would choose one that was so public. There must be one further down, on the other side where it appeared to be quieter. He really didn’t want to walk straight through, surely someone would see the uniform coat he was wearing, and the condition he was in. They would easily remember him if the authorities came looking for him and asking questions.

But it was so good to see people again! People laughing, shopping, walking arm in arm. Sitting and eating, joking around. Boy does that mug of cold beer that old man is drinking look good! Seven months without a beer. He saw precious little children playing, and dogs! He loved dogs and one of the first things he was going to do when he retired from the Institute was buy a collie like he had growing up. And the smells! He was going to put on 50 pounds when he got home; he intended to eat all his favorite foods until he burst. Outdo Chip, he would. My God, I’m truly free again and back in the world, with other people. I don’t care if they aren’t my people, I’m not alone anymore. He felt one lone tear roll down his cheek and turned away.

He walked back a ways, and then crossed over. He found a couple of back streets that took him around the commercial area to a more desolate part of the waterfront further down. Here there were several older wooden docks, only one was occupied with an old sailboat tied up to it, a boat that had definitely seen better days. His sailor’s eye told him she was barely seaworthy.

But he could hide out there. Watch for a fishing boat docking and then plan his next move when he saw what he was up against.

************

Nelson was in his lab going over the specimens the last dive team had brought in. This mission had gone well, exceedingly well. Now that he was sure he had all the proof he needed, they could head for home two days ahead of schedule. As he suspected, it wasn’t global warming that was killing off the coral and plant life in this area, which was pretty much what he had already told the Island authorities that had contracted with the Institute. Their economy depended, for a large part, on the tourism dollars brought in from their many picturesque diving sites. He was making notes when he heard Sparks on the intercom inform him he had a call from Admiral Johnson. He took a deep breath; he hoped this wasn’t bad news. He had tried his best to put the situation with Lee out of his mind; he had to to concentrate on his work. But Lee was never completely forgotten, just occasionally on a back burner. But he did truly feel, by some instinctive sense he couldn’t quite explain, that Lee was still alive. He hoped this call didn’t prove otherwise.

“Harry, even though we can’t get actively involved, I want you to know I’ve had an agent keeping an eye on where we believed Lee was being held. I just got word from him that Lee was moved a few nights ago. The agent doesn’t know where to yet, or why. But I wanted to let you know that as of a few nights ago, your captain was still alive. That’s all I can tell you, I’m sorry there isn’t more. I’ll keep you updated if I hear anything else.”

“Thanks Robert, I appreciate it. We all do. I guess there isn’t anything new on the diplomatic front? No new negotiations for his release being held?”

“No, not that I’ve heard of. If it means anything to you though, the information he obtained is proving to be invaluable. We’re still working on deciphering the last bits of it, but I have to tell you, what we have gotten so far is shocking. Lee outdid himself this time. I’m sorry, truly sorry, for him and all of us who know him that it had to end this way. But he did know that going in, and did agree to it. I’ve been wracking my brain to find a way to clear him and make him known as the man we know him to be. Truth be told Harry, I hate politics and the so called ‘diplomatic efforts’ that go with them. Diplomats do nothing but whitewash the politician’s mistakes and problems with a little protocol, sweet talk, and back door deal making. But when push comes to shove like in a case like this, we military men should be free to pull out the big guns and just do what has to be done. We need action, not talking.”

“Why Robert, it almost sounds like you may be planning something, at least in your own mind. Care to let me in on it, or are you just ‘talking’ too?”

“Not fair Harriman, you know my hands are as tied as yours are. It’s not like I can just walk up to a door, knock on it and ask if we could please have our man back. It would take too much obvious military and foreign support to even get over there, and the situation is being monitored too closely to see if we try to do just that. All I can do is observe and report. And that’s all my agent is ordered to do, no rescue attempts are to be made. Again Harry, I’m sorry I can’t do more.”

“Well, thanks for the update Robert, and I want you to know I do understand the situation. But please, just keep me informed.”

With that, both men hung up, each staring at their phones and mulling over the conversation and the state of affairs that left their hands tied. And both men knowing this just wasn’t right.

************

Lee ate the sandwich and drank the water while he waited in the sailboat, saving the apple for later. He needed the food and the short rest to get some of his strength back. If the fishing captain did show up alone, Lee hoped he would be able to overtake him. He really didn’t want to use the gun to kill the man, despite the fact that was what the captain was intending to do to him. He also hoped he wouldn’t have any problem figuring out the boat controls. A fishing boat wasn’t a submarine, or even much like his sail boat back home or the Admiral’s yacht. But it was a boat, and he wasn’t inexperienced.

If he was going to make a fast getaway, he would have to figure the controls out fast, and get as far away as quickly as he could. If he kept the captain on board the boat with him, no one would be the wiser. They would know he escaped, but weren’t aware yet that a boat had been sent to pick him up. Hopefully, it would take a while for them to put the pieces together. And he expected to be long gone by then.

Lee heard it before he saw it. Not too large a boat, but definitely heading this way. Not exactly what he would consider a fishing boat either, but who knew? The caller had said he was a fishing boat captain, but that didn’t necessarily mean he would be coming in a fishing boat. He studied it carefully, paying particular attention to the captain. Damn. He had hoped for an older man, easier to take down, not this young muscular one. The boat slipped into the dock right next to the sailboat. The captain cut the engines, climbed down from the cabin and threw a rope onto the dock, jumped off the boat, and quickly began to moor her before she could float away. While he was still securing the rope, Lee made his move. He jumped out of the sailboat onto the dock, and was behind the man in an instant. One sharp karate chop to the back of his neck and the man went down. Lee tried but he was too weak to lift him back onto the boat, so he just undid the rope, threw it back onto the boat and jumped on. It didn’t take him long to figure out the controls since this wasn’t a fishing boat, and within a minute he was on his way. He didn’t know where he was on his way to, but he was free!

He decided to head for the open ocean, staying near land could be a death sentence. His plan was to get out to the open seas and then radio ONI for help. It was a private frequency, one that he hoped the local authorities here wouldn’t pick up. That plan was ruined when he found out the radio didn’t work. It didn’t even light up. What captain of any boat doesn’t have a working radio? The man would be coming to soon and would realize his boat had been stolen. This changed everything. Ok, he would head down the coast a bit and see what he came to. But if he docked the boat, she would be found and they would have a general idea where he was. He could jump over board and swim to shore, let the tide take her out, but then what? As much as the boat could give him away it was the only shelter he had, and his best chance for an escape. Maybe he should take her straight out to sea, try to find help from a friendly vessel, if he had enough gas to get into international waters. He tried again to get the radio working.

************

The officer Lee had sent into the hallway quickly found the other two guards. Within minutes after he left, they had begun a massive search for him. He had barely escaped in time. They turned their search toward the nearby city, convinced he was hiding out there. No one bothered to check out the waterfront area. He couldn’t have made it that far.

The fishing boat captain came around slowly, having absolutely no idea what had happened. What the devil had fallen on his head? He stood up carefully, still feeling dizzy. He saw a bench, went over and sat down, dropping his head into his hands. It took a few minutes before his head cleared and he sat back up and looked over to his boat. Or where his boat should be. That’s right, I was mooring her when it happened. She must have drifted out! I can’t even see her! How long was I out? I only stopped here to try to fix my radio, now my boat is gone! Must have been one of those wharf thugs. What an idiot!

A few miles away on the other side of the city, at a private dock outside a decrepit old wooden house, a very weathered fishing boat sat and waited. The old captain lit his pipe and sat back. He could retire on the money he was being paid for this job; it was worth it for him to wait awhile. But only for a while.

************

“Nelson to Control Room”.

“Morton here, Sir.”

“We’re done here Chip. You can plot a course for home and get us underway.”

“Yes, Sir. Er, Sir, the call from Admiral Johnson, we were all wondering, was it good news?”

“In a way Chip. There was visual confirmation that, as a few nights ago, Lee was still alive. But he was being moved and no one knows where. But again, that was a few nights ago, nothing since. And nothing about the condition he was in. All we can do is keep hoping and praying. Nelson out.” Good. Now all the men in the control room knew Lee’s current status. It wouldn’t take long for word to spread through the rest of the boat.

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask the Admiral where the sighting had been, but he decided to do it in private. He plotted the course, got Seaview on her way home, and then turned the con over to Mister O’Brien. It was time for his break anyway. No response to his knock on the Admiral’s cabin door, so he headed down to the lab.

“Yes Chip? What can I do for you? Are we underway?”

“Yes, Sir, underway. I was just wondering Sir, did Admiral Johnson give you any idea where the sighting was?”

“No Chip, no he didn’t. He was probably afraid I’d head over there, and he’d be right. We’re lucky he gave us that much. They’ve been keeping us pretty much in the dark, though I suspect there really hasn’t been any major changes to tell us about anyway. He did say there was nothing new on the diplomatic front. I hate to say it, but I guess they may have given up, given the circumstances. You know, if they try too hard, it would smack of American involvement. Besides, returning Lee would be a stupid move for his captors to make. They may have gotten the intel back from him, but they had to realize he became aware of some of it. They just don’t know that he had already transmitted it all to ONI before they caught him. We already know everything, there is nothing left for Lee to tell us, but to them, he’s a threat. I hate to say it, but it truly surprises me that they haven’t killed him already, just to silence him. I have a feeling that may be why they just moved him, but I certainly hope I’m wrong.”

Chip let out a long sigh, his head hung down. “Sir, do you think they will let us know if and when they do execute him, the way the terrorists brag about a bombing?”

“I have no idea Chip. This is a very reticent foreign government we’re dealing with, and he was caught and convicted of espionage. No doubt about it, the evidence was still on him. They have every right to do what they want with him, according to their laws. Even international laws don’t condone espionage, though every country is certainly aware of it. We certainly wouldn’t send a foreign spy back home if he was caught doing something like this. Of course, we wouldn’t execute him either, but that’s in America. We are a little bit more civilized here. Over there, who knows for sure? There isn’t even an American ambassador to that country, no diplomatic relations. As hard as it is, we have no choice but to just wait and see, and hope for the best.”

“Sir, I keep wondering why there wasn’t any backup or an extraction plan? Why wasn’t this planned out better?”

“Chip, it was planned out, with back up and an extraction plan according to what Johnson told me. But then Lee got caught red handed and nothing could be done. It was too late. If Lee hadn’t taken the time to transmit the data, he may have been able to get away in time, but apparently what he found was so terrifying he wanted to be sure it got sent out immediately. I’m sure he weighed the consequences carefully, and decided he had to take the chance. Knowing Lee, he may have even realized he wouldn’t make it out, but made sure the intel did. For a man like him, it was the only thing he could do. And from what I’ve heard about what was transmitted, it was the right choice.”

“But to do that, make a decision, a sacrifice like that and then to get disavowed and called a traitor for doing it, just doing what he was ordered to do, it just isn’t fair!”

“Of course it isn’t Chip, but what keeps going through my mind is one of the long talks I’ve had with Lee about being disavowed on a mission. He knew what it would involve for him, and for us, and that there was a very good chance it could happen someday. He clearly understood the importance of it, and the repercussions from it. If you think for one minute he has been holding his breath waiting for a rescue, I can tell you right now he hasn’t. He knew better, and he was mentally prepared for it. I don’t doubt he’s praying and hoping for something to happen, but that’s because hope is an undeniable part of human nature. Realistically, he doesn’t expect us to show up, blast our way in, and abscond with him to a waiting Seaview. And I can guarantee you, he feels as bad for us as we do for him.”

“Wow. Admiral, do you think the day will ever come that his name will be cleared, that he will get the recognition and honor for this he deserves? Or that we will ever find out exactly how he died?”

“In this lifetime, on this world, no Chip, no I don’t. But I do truly believe there is someone up there with a scoreboard keeping track, and I believe Lee will get his just rewards at another time, in another place. Good will always be rewarded, evil will always be punished. How many times have we seen that already on this plane or level of existence? And to Lee, his reward would be simply knowing how many innocent lives his sacrifice saved. That’s all he would want.”

Chip walked slowly to his cabin, head down, contemplating the Admiral’s words. Maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s time to let Lee go.

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Well, one look at the gas gauge and Lee knew he couldn’t make it to the open seas. He’d have to stick close to shore, get as far away as he could, then abandon ship and swim for the coast when the gas ran out, let her drift out to sea, if he had the strength to swim that far. Too bad, it was a pretty decent boat, definitely not a fishing boat, and he had found a snack, a can of soda, a cell phone, and best of all, a change of clothes. He wouldn’t be so obvious now as he had been wearing a guard’s uniform, but that had been better than the orange jumpsuit he had lived in for the last seven months. During one of the few showers they had allowed him, he had actually kept it half on, knowing from the last couple of times they weren’t going to provide a clean one for him. So when he was almost done with his shower he just pulled it back on and soaped up with it on and rinsed it off good. It, and the guard’s uniform he had put on over it were now drifting out to sea. He headed up the coast, keeping an eye on the gas gauge and downing the soda and chips.

What was that up ahead? Looked like some kind of marina, and past that it looked like, yep, it was a Ferris wheel, and a roller coaster. It must be some kind of seaside resort area with a boardwalk and fun pier. In this little country? It was certainly incongruous with what he’d experienced here so far. Had he gotten that far away in the boat? He could see a long rock jetty jutting out after the marina, before the rides. He steered towards it; maybe he could turn the boat into the marina and jump off onto the jetty. She wouldn’t drift out to sea that way. It pretty much looked closed down for the night, no one would see him. And he hoped to be far out of this area before they found it and figured it all out tomorrow morning. He grabbed the gun, made the turn, cut the engine, and jumped. Made it!

Ok, let’s see what the boardwalk has to offer that might help me, although most of it is closed for the night. I wish I had some money. Well, if it was like any other boardwalk, I know where I might find some coins. He started at the end nearest him, crawling under as soon as it was high enough, and crawled underneath feeling for dropped coins. Thank God my men can’t see me, or the Admiral! Chip would certainly have a good laugh though! By the time he reached the other end, he had what he thought was about the equivalent of two dollars, and what felt like a ring. Ok, back out.

He stood up and brushed himself off, now looking at the boardwalk from closer to the other end. He stuffed the change in the pants pocket, and looked at the ring, a women’s ring. Was this diamond real? It looked like it. If I can find a way to pawn or sell this, I might find a way to get out of this country. A sudden breeze brought the aroma of fresh coffee to him. Coffee! I haven’t had coffee in seven months! I hate to spend any of this change, but I need to keep going. I wonder if I have enough.

He ambled slowly down the boardwalk, following the smell to a little stand, the only one still open. He decided to get some, he needed to sit down for a while and clear his head, make a plan, rest. It would be all right, as long as he didn’t stay too long. He ordered a cup, amazed at how much cheaper it was than back home. He sat down in a booth, and took his first sip. He wasn’t sure if it was the length of time without it or the beans themselves, but it sure tasted like the best coffee he had ever had.

A young couple came in and sat down in a booth across from him. The woman was crying hysterically, the man was trying to console her, telling her there was no place left to look. The best Lee could get from his limited understanding, she had lost something that meant a great deal to her. As he looked over, he saw her looking at her left hand and then holding her ring finger. The ring! The one he had found under the boardwalk must belong to her! Lee knew what he had to do. It wasn’t his.

“Excuse me Miss, is this yours? I found it on the boardwalk.” He didn’t have to worry about not pronouncing the words right, the way she jumped up and grabbed the ring she hadn’t even heard him. A second later her arms were around him and she gave him a big kiss on the cheek. The next thing he knew, the man was shoving some bills into his hand, saying thank you over and over.

Lee watched as he took the ring and gently slipped it back on her finger, took her hand and kissed the ring then gathered her up in his arms and kissed her face. Suddenly, they were quickly scurrying back out onto the boardwalk, holding hands and laughing.

Lee counted the money. For the man to have given him this much, it must have been a real diamond. He went back to the counter and ordered a hamburger and fries.

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“I am not concerned. He was too weak to have gotten far, and we have many men out looking for him. But we must find him quickly before we get the final orders to execute him. Or we will be the ones executed instead! His escape must be kept secret! I believe we will find him hiding somewhere nearby, probably sleeping. And remember, he is wearing a guard’s uniform and black boots. We will continue searching tonight, and then double our efforts in the morning light. It will be harder for him to hide then, and he will be even weaker. If you find him dead, and there is a good chance of that, bring the body back here and put it back in the cell. We will make it look like he took his own life. That is the only way we will not be punished for this. GO!”

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Lee was so much more than just tired and weak. He needed sleep, a shower, time to plan. He wished he would stop feeling so disoriented and confused. The meal he had just eaten had done the exact opposite of giving him more energy. He had the money now to get a room if he could find one, but just didn’t think that was a good idea. He knew there were basically no Americans in this country; he’d stick out like a sore thumb. And he couldn’t trust anyone. He certainly couldn’t go to the authorities. He had tried calling the Institute and ONI on the cell phone, but the calls kept getting ‘lost’. He sat down on a bench a ways down from the food stand on the boardwalk and just sat staring out at his beloved ocean, the only friend he felt he had left in the world. How he would love to see Seaview surface in the distance. There had to be a way out of this, if he wasn’t so damned tired and weak he probably would have thought of it by now. He felt himself falling asleep, and knew he couldn’t stay there.

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Enough was enough. He had waited most of the night for them to bring the prisoner. Something was wrong, and he didn’t want to get involved in whatever it was. They hadn’t paid him yet, so he owed them nothing. The old captain started his engine and headed back out, up the coast. He didn’t live too far from here. A little while later he was docking his boat outside his little cottage. He put his pipe in the little wooden mermaid pipe holder he kept by the steering wheel while he docked his boat, grabbing it back when he left. Well, no easy retirement now.

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Admiral Nelson was pleased the mission had gone so well, and knew he had the crew to thank for it. Even with the heavy weight on their shoulders from worrying about their Captain, they had performed superbly, as usual. They were heading home two days ahead of schedule, and he had a sudden longing to see his old friend Jiggs Starke at Pearl Naval Base. Around the crew, he had to keep his chin up when it came to talk of Lee, but even he needed someone to talk to and Jiggs was his oldest friend. Besides, the crew loved shore leave in Hawaii, and they more than deserved it. He picked up the mic.

“Nelson to Control Room.”

“Aye, Sir, Ridings here.” He was fairly new to Seaview, a TDA from Naval Reserves six months ago. He’d been a submarine XO in the regular Navy and liked it, but he hadn’t been crazy about Navy life itself. NIMR provided him with a chance for a more normal family life, instead of being gone for 18 months at a time. He’d just been trying it out for a while, and with their Captain ‘away’ for so long, his timing had proved quite convenient.

Nelson quickly looked at his watch. Had it gotten so late while he worked in his lab that Chip and O’Brien were off duty already? Yes, yes it had. And they were probably asleep in their bunks by now, too. Ok, time for Ridings to earn his pay, show his stuff. He liked this new man, he just wished he’d relax and lose some of the Naval protocol that was still in him.

“Mister Ridings, I know we’re headed for home, but plot a new course for Pearl. The crew has earned a little shore leave and we are ahead of schedule. Take us there at two-thirds. No need to wake Mr. Morton, I’ll inform him in the morning. Nelson out.” He felt better now, knowing he was going to see Jiggs. His friend was aware of the situation with Crane, and he knew of Nelson’s close relationship with the man. Nelson felt a long night sharing a good bottle of Scotch with an old friend coming on, and he more than needed it.

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Lee only intended to walk to the end of the boardwalk, to see if there was a place for him to hide under it, safe enough to sleep. But at the end there was no way to get under. He looked down the beach, and spotted an old dilapidated wooden shack, with a boat tied up outside it. It looked deserted, but the door to the shack was locked when he got there, though he couldn’t figure out why. A good wind would blow the place down. He was stumbling and dizzy with weakness and exhaustion as he climbed onto the boat. He went into the cabin, dropped to the deck, and was out cold almost immediately.

He woke up a few hours later, feeling the sun beating down on him. But boy, after seven months without it, he suddenly felt euphoric. Sunlight! It hurt his eyes a little, but he didn’t care. He sat up, suddenly remembering where he was and the condition he had been in earlier. He did feel better, at least a little. And he knew he had to get out of the boat before the owner showed up. He started to stand up, and hit his head on something. He turned and looked up, oh, only the radio. The radio! He could use this to get help, try to contact the Institute or ONI. He was just about to reach up when he saw the door to the shack open and an old man come out. He had a cup in his hand, and sat down in an old rusted green metal chair. Lee couldn’t do anything now but stay put and hope the old guy didn’t decide to check out his boat. Lee didn’t want to hurt or even just knock out an innocent old man. Wait! He had that money. Maybe he could pay the old man to let him use the radio? Maybe, but on second thought, the guy would probably be too furious if he thought Lee had trespassed onto his boat to let him do that. And he might want to listen in. Lee waited a while, and finally the old man put his coffee cup down on a cinder block, got up, stretched, and started ambling slowly down the beach. When he was far enough away, Lee tried the radio. It worked! He had no trouble getting through to ONI, and it only took them a minute to connect with Admiral Johnson. He simply told them he was an agent checking in with important intel for Admiral Johnson’s ears only. While he waited, he decided against radioing NIMR. He really didn’t want them involved, or to put them in any danger when he had no idea where things stood, what was going on in his absence. And there was the disavow agreement that would be broken. He could honestly and naively say he didn’t know it had gone that far yet. But he knew better.

“Johnson here. Who is this?”

“Sir, it’s so good to hear your voice. It’s me, Lee Crane. I escaped but can’t find a way out of this country. I just sneaked aboard a tied up fishing vessel to use the radio but I have to get off when I see the owner coming back. If he notifies the authorities I’m as good as dead, they’re all looking for me. I’m sure I’ve probably been disavowed, but can you help me Sir? At least get me out of this country? Please?”

Johnson let out a long deep breath. “My God Lee, I’ll certainly try. I have an agent in the area that was keeping tabs on you, but he lost track of you when they moved you a few nights ago, we thought they moved you to execute you. Quickly, give me an idea where you are, and what condition you’re in.”

Lee told him he was fine, long since recovered from the initial beatings and torture they had subjected him to when he was first captured. He made sure Johnson knew he had told them nothing. He also felt a heavy weight lift off his shoulders when Johnson confirmed that the intel had been received and the testing prevented. He then went on to describe the marina and the boardwalk where he had eaten, how long and at what speed he had traveled north up the coast, everything he could remember about the waterfront area. “Sir, I have a working cell phone with me that I found, but it doesn’t seem to work for long distances. Is there a phone # I can call from here to reach that agent?”

“Lee, try this number but wait a minute and let me call him first. Radio me back when you are done. He gave Lee the number and hung up, a hundred questions going through his mind.

Lee waited a minute, constantly watching the shoreline for any sign of the old man returning. Then he called the #. Immediately he heard a ‘Yes?’

Hurriedly, they made arrangements, and Lee radioed Johnson back. As he hastily reached up to put the mic back, he knocked over a little wooden mermaid. Cute, must be some kind of good luck charm. He jumped off the boat and walked down the beach as fast as he could. He was happy, for several reasons, to find an open rest room, but knew he had to find another place to hide until tonight. He was a sitting duck in the daylight. But he felt he owed that fishing boat’s captain a debt of gratitude for saving his life without even knowing it.

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Admiral Johnson sat back in his chair, dazed. He truly believed Lee had been executed by now. He never expected to hear his voice again, and maybe he never would hear it again. It was going to take a miracle to get him out of that country, alive. As successful as he was at planning extractions covertly, this time too many eyes were watching and ears listening. It wasn’t logistics as much as it was the surveillance. Lee hadn’t gone into detail about how he had escaped, but Johnson knew only Lee Crane could have done it. After thinking about it for a minute, he decided not to let Nelson know. Why get all their hopes up? And despite Lee’s escape, the disavow agreement was still in place. He called the agent back, and they tried to come up with some kind of extraction plan that wouldn’t involve American military. But even without that involvement, Johnson knew he was going to be in hot water. He was under the same orders as Nelson not to try any rescue attempts, or have any contact or communication with Lee, but he couldn’t just leave him there. Yep, early retirement was looking better and better. And after this escapade, it might just be a forced retirement. Without a pension.

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Lee found himself back behind where the few rides were. Most of the doors were still locked from the inside. A man was delivering food supplies to the back door of one that must be a food stand. The back doors of the truck were open and Lee grabbed a bottle of water and a small box of doughnuts. He knew it was stealing, but he had to keep his strength up and he couldn’t risk being seen in the daylight. Further down he found some stairs with a rusty chain across them, and a worn sign hanging from the chain that he thought read “Closed for Renovation. Will reopen next spring’. He stepped over the chain and pulled himself up the stairs. He couldn’t believe what he found at the top. A small, worn miniature golf course that looked like it had been closed for many springs.

There was a little tiny house there, with a little round glass window on the front, covered with brown paper. Must be where the person working there sat to take money and give out score cards, clubs, and balls. And the little pencils. He’d had a whole collection of those little pencils when he was a kid. The door opened easily, and inside it was still in pretty good shape. He sat in the dusty chair and ate half the box of doughnuts and drank half the bottle of water. He couldn’t quite stretch out in it, but he could get fairly comfortable curled up on the floor. He loved the way the sun came through the little window over the brown paper and right onto him. He actually felt kind of safe in here, despite the fact it was actually smaller than the cells he had spent the last seven months in. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep again.

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Lt. Mark Winters looked down at the maps spread in front of him, going over what Lee had told him. No marinas or amusement areas showed up on any of these maps, Lee must be further north. Or, if they had first taken him further south than Mark assumed, then maybe he should be looking south down the coast. He wished he could ask someone, but he couldn’t afford to give himself away. He couldn’t speak this language well at all, and there hadn’t been time for the crash course in it Lee had taken, but he was only supposed to be here to observe anyway. He’d barely managed to speak enough to rent a room across from the government building where they were holding Lee, but he used a French accent, a language he did speak well to lessen suspicion. He’d seen Lee led out blindfolded and handcuffed. At first he thought their tight grip on him was a security measure, but he soon realized they were trying to hold him up. Even from this distance, he could see how emaciated Lee was. If they didn’t execute him soon, he would probably die on his own. He certainly hadn’t believed at that time that Lee was up to trying any escape attempts. All he could figure now was that they must have believed he was so close to death that they hadn’t bothered to keep a close watch on him. But they didn’t know Lee Crane. He’d worked with Lee before, and suddenly realized that Lee must have been putting on an act. That’s it! That’s how he got away! They had underestimated one very tricky espionage agent.

Mark couldn’t come up with anything sitting in here, so he decided to go for a walk, get something to eat, see if he could find someone he might trust to give him directions. He was sitting at an outside table when a family with young children sat down near him. They would probably know where the rides are!

He listened to them talk for a while, get a feel for them. He hoped they would just think it was an innocent question from a visiting foreigner. They didn’t seem the suspicious type. He approached them speaking French, when that didn’t work, he tried Spanish, but that didn’t work either. He couldn’t take a chance using English. Finally, he took out his notepad and drew a picture of a Ferris wheel and a roller coaster with waves behind them and handed it to the man. Then he shrugged his shoulders with his hands upturned, the international gesture for ‘where’?

A light went on. The father laughed, took the notepad, and drew a crude little map, and wrote down a town name and distance, and pointed the direction. He wrote down a bus number and pointed to the corner of the main street they were on, then tapped his watch and flashed all ten of his fingers 6 times. Mark happily thanked him as best he could in French, shook the man’s hand, bowed to the mother, and left. So, Lee was only about an hour’s bus ride away, in a town called Abelmarle.

Mark quickly walked back to his room and called Admiral Johnson back, told him what he had found out. The Admiral listened carefully, checking the area on his map. He found it immediately. Yep, same general area they had tracked Lee’s second radio transmission to, Abelmarle. Hmmm. If this map was accurate and up to date, Lee’s little boat excursion had actually taken him very near the border of their northernmost neighbor. Probably a very well secured and patrolled border. He hit another few keys, checking for assets of US allies in the area. Bingo. He took a deep breath, and then let it out along with a long sigh. For the first time in his career, Admiral Johnson was going to disobey orders. And very, very, important orders at that. But finally, he might be able to sleep tonight.

“Ok Lt. Winters, this is what we are going to do. . . “

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“Admiral, this is Sparks. Incoming message for you from Admiral Starke, Sir.”

“Thanks, Sparks, I’m in my cabin. Pipe it down here.”

“Jiggs! You saved me a call. We’re headed your way, thought I’d give my crew a 48 hour shore leave in Pearl. You up for dinner when we get there? My treat.”

“Er, Harry, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you. There’s been an official announcement made that they have executed Lee. It states he was killed while trying to escape, but the last I heard he was in no condition to even try that. It was probably an excuse to kill him without having to answer for it, although they did have grounds to do it anyway. Either way, I’m sorry, Harry, very sorry. I know he was a good man, a good captain, and to you, a good friend. Nothing has been said about returning his body, in fact, nothing more has been said at all. If I hear anything else, I will let you know. As far as stopping here goes, you know you and your crew are always welcome here, and right now, under these circumstances, it might be what everyone needs.”

“Harry, are you there?”

“Yes, I . . . I . . .,”

“Harry, pull yourself together and go inform your crew. Get back to me and let me know your eta here if you still decide to come. Is there anything else I can do? Do you want me to call the Institute?”

“No, Jiggs, thanks, but no. They . . . they should hear it from me. I’ll . . . I’ll get back to you. Nelson out.”

Nelson sat back and then slumped in his chair. He let out a long breath he had been holding for over seven months. So this was it. This was how it ended. Just like that, with a phone call from an old friend. My God Lee, I’m so sorry son. You didn’t deserve this. But at least it’s finally over for you. I hope you are in a better place. You did what you could to make this world better, it was just too much for one man. But you did more than your share, and you certainly have left your mark on all the people who knew you and loved you. I feel proud and honored to have had your friendship. You will never be forgotten, and you will be greatly missed.

Harry leaned forward, crossed his arms on the desk, put his head down on them, and let it out.

It took almost a half hour for the Admiral to pull himself together. Then he picked up the mic. “Sparks, put me on the ship wide pa system.”

“Ok, Sir, you can go ahead.”

“This is the Admiral, I . . . “

He had a sudden thought. This wasn’t fair to Chip. “Mr. Morton, please report to my cabin.” Chip deserved to be informed before the rest of the crew. Lee wasn’t just his best friend and CO, those two were more like brothers. And as Captain, he should be given the chance to deal with this devastating blow in private, away from the crew.

A few moments later came the knock on his door. He had sat there dreading it.

“Come.”

“You wanted to see me, Sir?”

“Yes, sit down, Chip. I’m afraid I have bad news. Admiral Stark said there’s been an announcement made that they executed Lee, supposedly while he was trying to escape, though no one is buying that, not in the condition he was in. He could have simply died because of the inhumane way he was being treated but they wanted to cover that up. It doesn’t matter now anyway. I guess we can just be thankful his suffering is over. Nothing was said about returning his body. But there will be a memorial service for him at the Institute, and I will make sure everyone there knows he was a hero, an innocent hero. I swear to you Chip, I will not let his memory live on in disgrace.”

They both sat there in silence for a few minutes. Then Chip simply got up and walked out.

The Admiral took a deep breath, and had Sparks put him on the ship wide pa again.

“All hands, this is the Admiral. It is my very sad duty to inform you that an announcement has been made that Captain Lee Crane has been executed. There are no further details available at this time. There will be a memorial service at the Institute at a later date. For now, we will observe three minutes of silence in memory of our Captain and our friend. Starting . . . now.”

Three minutes later, and “I ask you all to please remember Lee in your prayers. Nelson out.” Even through the bulkheads and decks, he could feel the sad heaviness that now hung in the air. He hung up the mic and pulled out his bottle of scotch.

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“I ask you again, Commandant. If you killed him while he was trying to escape, where is his body? What are you trying to hide from me? When did he try to escape? If it was while he was being taken to the boat last night, why was I not informed then?”

“Boat? What boat?”

“The boat I ordered you to take him to when I called you last night! When you could not speak on the phone, you had no voice from coughing. You were to have him down at the dock with a guard, do you not remember? Were you that sick? You certainly appear fine now!”

“General, I did not take any call from you last night, and I am not sick. I do not know who you spoke to, but it was not me. I did not receive such an order from you.”

“I do not know what is going on here, but we have already informed their government that he is dead, killed while trying to escape. It appears that may be exactly what happened, if you are telling the truth. But I still want to know where his body is. And how was he allowed to escape?”

The Commandant had to think fast. His life was on the line. They hadn’t been able to find the prisoner; he had thought they would today in the daylight. Then the General showed up unexpectedly. He didn’t even know for sure if the man was dead. If he was recaptured and brought in alive, he wouldn’t be the only one executed.

“Please General, sit. I will find what the guards did with his body. I will be right back.”

The commandant quickly exited through the back of the building, got in his car, and took off. He was never seen or heard from again. It was rumored he had defected over the border to their northernmost neighbor.

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“I’m telling you I didn’t leave my boat at your marina! My radio conked out and I pulled into an empty dock to fix it. Someone hit me on the head after I got out of the boat and when I came to, she was gone! I figured she drifted out to sea or was stolen and I would never see her again, but I guess the tide must have brought her back in. Yes, that’s my registry number. Yes, yes, I’ll be there later, and thank you. Goodbye.” Geez!

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Lee woke up with a start; it took a minute for him to realize he was no longer in his cell. He sat up, he felt a little better, a little bit more clear headed, but he was starving. And he’d eaten more in the past twelve hours than he had in the past twelve days! He finished the last two mini doughnuts and washed them down with the rest of the water. He had no idea what time it was, but the sun was just starting to go down. He knew he had to start making his way to meet Mark. Lee had told him about a structure he had seen while eating his meal last night on the boardwalk. It was further down the beach, and stood all alone, and it was dark and deserted. A lone lantern hung from the porch, facing the ocean. There was a brick column, but the rest of it looked a little burnt out, like there might have been a fire there. At least it looked that way from a distance. He had described it as best he could to Mark, and they had agreed to meet there after sunset, early dusk. Lee wondered if he could get away with eating at the same place again, that way he could keep an eye out for Mark. Or maybe he should just order something and take it over there to eat it. He had no idea how safe either idea was, all he knew was he had to get back to that rest room and then get some real food to eat soon, and in that order. He’d have to play it by ear, see how busy the boardwalk was, it was earlier than when he had eaten there last night. He had no idea what was going to happen after that, what extraction plans Mark had made with Admiral Johnson. He only hoped he was finally going home, and not just being smuggled out of this country to the country of an American ally, to be given a new name and identity, and left there to live out the rest of his life alone, the rest of the world believing he was dead. While that was certainly better than being caught and executed here, or going back home to be branded a traitor and sent to Leavenworth for the rest of his life, he would almost rather be dead. To never see America, his friends, Seaview, the Institute, his treasured car and little seaside cottage ever again, was too much to bear. What his poor friends must be going through. Friends? They were his family. And he was ashamed to admit, even to himself, that it wasn’t until this experienced that he truly realized how very much they meant to him, how much he needed them in his life.

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Mark got off the bus at the town of Abelmarle. He walked down to the ocean, and was relieved to be able to see the marina and the rides further down. He took his time, it wasn’t quite dusk yet, and he just wanted to appear to be strolling down the beach, picking up shells, getting his feet wet. Eventually he came to the marina. Well, he was going to have to go inland to walk around it to get to the other side. That little detour took him longer than he had expected, but there was no other way for him get to the far side of the inlet that led into it, jumping in for a quick swim across might look suspicious. Once on the other side and back on the beach, he headed for the rides, keeping an eye out for the building Lee had told him about. The sun was just starting to go down. Ok, there it was, that had to be it. He slowly ambled up to it, acting and looking for all the world like he was just a curiosity seeker, and what the devil was this place here for? He walked around it, looking it up and down, as if trying to figure it out. After he was sure there was no one else around, he gave a short whistle. No reply, Lee must not be here yet. He went around back where he was sure he couldn’t be seen and sat down to wait.

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Well, they were already on course for Pearl, may as well keep heading there. The men deserved it, and now, needed it. And so did he. The first thing he wanted to do when he got there was call Admiral Johnson from Jiggs’ office. See if any more details had been released, or if there had been confirmation. Strange how he hadn’t heard from him by now, Johnson had promised to keep him updated and informed. Maybe he was waiting until he had more information or definite verification to give Harry. It was rare that Harry just wanted to get off Seaview, but everywhere he looked, everything he did, reminded him of Lee. And the somber, quiet mood among the crew was as depressing as it was supposed to be. He was seriously considering taking FS1 back to Santa Barbara after Seaview left Pearl; get a start on the Memorial Service and deal with any repercussions at the Institute. He had to speak with Chip about taking over as Captain, but Chip hadn’t said two words to him since he’d told him, and it seemed that every time he went down to the Control Room, either Mister O’Brien or Mr. Ridings had the con. He hadn’t even bumped into Chip in the Wardroom. He knew Chip was as devastated as he was, but it still wasn’t like him to neglect his duties. And certainly not like him not to eat. Sadly and belatedly, the Admiral realized he should have looked in on him. Well, if he wasn’t in the wardroom tonight, he would grab Jamie and they would both go to his cabin and check on him.

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Chip had no idea why he was simply sitting at Lee’s desk, in Lee’s cabin. He could only guess he felt closer to Lee in here. Or what was left of Lee. Somehow, he had always known this day would come. That all the fun plans they had made together for their retirement would never come to fruition. He had thought he was more prepared for this, after expecting the worse so many times. And the end had come so close so many times. He’d survive, they all would survive, life just would never be the same or even close to it. To have a man as remarkable and vital as Lee in almost every moment of your life for so many years, to have gone through so many incredible experiences with him, to owe him your life a dozen times over and then to have him suddenly gone forever created a sad, painful empty hole in your heart, your soul, your life. He hadn’t felt this bad since his real brother had died, when they were still just teenagers.

Even his stomach was still in knots, and trying to keep his emotions in check was proving almost impossible. He hadn’t been able to face anyone since he’d gotten the news; he hadn’t slept or even eaten. He’d been down to the control room to check on O’Brien, everything was fine with the boat, they were on course for Pearl Naval Base, so he left with a ‘call me if you need me’. O’Brien understood, and he was giving Chip the time and space he needed. Everyone on board knew how close he and Lee were. Or had been.

He stood up, head down and eyes closed. It was time to pull himself together and get on with his duty and his life. He could almost feel Lee watching him, and knew his Captain expected better of him. And this wasn’t fair to Nelson, he was grieving too. So was the crew. Well, time to head for the Control Room. I will see Lee again, even if it’s on the other side, years from now. I have to hang onto that.

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Lee took a chance and ate at the same place. He could keep an eye out for Mark from here, and the food was good. Although any food was good in his condition, and he needed the coffee to keep going. He finished up, bought a couple bottles of water and started to drift over to the place. He actually was starting to feel a little more human, but he sure wished he could take a shower. He had only seen this place from a distance before, now seeing it up close it was, well, it was kind of creepy. He slowly walked around it, stood at the side near the back and tried to look in a window. He cupped his hands against the glass, but all he could see was sheet covered furniture. He was trying to make out what some of the shadows were when all of a sudden---AHHH!!

“Shhh-Sir, it’s only me! “

“Shit, Mark, you almost scared what little life is left in me out of me! But boy is it good to see a familiar face again!” Before he realized what he was doing, he found himself giving Mark a big bear hug; it was so good to see a familiar face, someone he knew again! Someone from home! Mark seemed to realize the mental and physical shape Lee was in, and actually held onto him for a moment, sadly realizing how frail Lee had become. Was it his imagination or did he just hear the Captain sob? Well, after the seven months of pure hell the man had endured, he was happy to be able to offer him some comfort. And he became more determined than ever to get this agent out of here, safely.

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“Yes Admiral, I will take over for Lee. I know he would expect me to. I apologize for the last couple of days. I guess I just lost it for a while.”

“I certainly understand, Chip. It hit me pretty hard, too. Every other time, there was always some eleventh hour miracle. I know we all kept hoping for one. Look, we don’t go out again for well over a month. See to it that everyone, including you, gets a 30 day shore leave. We all need time to mourn; we didn’t get that when Captain Phillips was killed. But at least this time the crew won’t have to adjust to a new Captain while they are mourning. They know and respect you, and won’t resent you taking Lee’s place. I know how hard it was for him to just step into John’s shoes with so little notice, and with a global disaster we had to stop taking place at the same time. I’ll see to the paperwork necessary for the change of command, and have your things moved into his office at the Institute. Do you want O’Brien as your Executive Officer? Let me know. Also, I know the little apartment you have. I can’t think of anyone Lee would rather have living in his cottage more than you. He loved that place, and I know you spent a lot of time there with him. Think about it, no rush to make a decision now, unless you want use your shore leave to move in there. I’ll let you know about the memorial service, I want your input on it. For now, just get us to Pearl. Dismissed.”

“Aye, Sir. And thank you.”

Chip slowly walked down to the control room. I always wanted my own command someday, but not like this. What was the saying? Be careful what you wish for, you may get it?” He heard the PA click on.

“All hands, this is Nelson. Lieutenant Commander Morton is now officially the Captain of Seaview; you will address and report to him accordingly. Nelson out.”

Chip paused outside the rear hatch to the Control Room and took a deep breath. I’m Captain now, and I have a tough act to follow. He knew he could never truly take Lee’s place in the minds or hearts of the men, and he didn’t want to. So he would serve in a way that would honor Lee’s memory, make him proud. He entered the control room, head held high, checking all the gauges, dials, and instruments as he confidently walked to the charting table. “Boat status please, Mr. O’Brien.”

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Mark’s own extraction plans were simple, as was his insertion. But he hadn’t had an entire country’s military and police force out looking for him. He could never get out that way now, not with Lee along. So new extraction plans had to be made for both of them, and it had to be by water, tonight. They were to make their way as far north as they could on land, stay on the shore and get near the border. The original plan Johnson had come up with called for them to swim out a quarter mile and over the border that way, where he would have a small fishing boat from one of the allies waiting for them. But one look at Lee and Mark knew he couldn’t make it. He called Johnson back and told him of Lee’s condition, he was too weak to even walk far. An air rescue was out of the question. With so little being known about either of these countries, it was decided that Mark would have to play it by ear to get them both over the border and to where the boat was waiting. He knew he could do it alone; it was Lee he was worried about. They had to stop every few minutes for Lee to catch his breath and rest.

“Mark, maybe you should go on alone. Scout out the area up ahead and wait for me. If I don’t show up just get yourself to safety. No sense both of us getting killed and the world already thinks I’m dead.”

“Not gonna happen, Sir. You may not be yourself, but you are a trained experienced agent, and we are both armed. The situation is far from hopeless. You need something to keep you going? Think of that beautiful boat of yours you’re so proud of. What do you call her? Your Grey Lady? She needs you and so does her crew. Now get up and let’s get going.”

“Were you ever a drill sergeant in the Marines Mark? I mean, you do know I outrank you.”

“Not this time buddy. It’s an admiral’s orders I’m following, the same ONI admiral you answer to. He’s putting it on the line helping you get out of here, let’s not disappoint him. Up!”

That conversation was over a half hour ago, and they hadn’t made a mile since then.

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He picked up his night vision binoculars and looked out again. Still no sign of the two men. There was still time, but he had to be out of here before first light. He had been keeping track of the patrol boats; they were very random and, as far as he could tell, pretty careless. They paid little attention to him, as long as he stayed on this side of the border. He went and checked his lines again, after all he was supposed to be out here doing a little night fishing. It would be just his luck to catch something when he really didn’t want to, but he had to play the part. If he saw the men coming shortly after a border patrol boat had passed, he might take a chance and go over the border to get them. He’d been told one of them was in pretty bad shape. Once he picked them up, he was to take them to a larger ship waiting further north up the coast. He hadn’t been told what was going on, but, orders were orders. You don’t question them.

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Lee could feel what little strength he had left ebbing. He knew he couldn’t make it much farther. He’d been stumbling for the last 10 minutes, and he knew if he went down he wouldn’t be able to get up without help. And then what? He had an idea. “Hey, Mark? Listen, I think I might actually do better in the water. Do you think we could try swimming the rest of the way, or at least part of the way? The water would help keep me buoyant and my arm muscles aren’t as tired as my leg muscles are.”

“Do you really think you can do it, Lee? I’m not sure how much further it is, but if you think that’s the only way you can keep going, let’s give it a try. But we’ll have to stick pretty close to shore so the patrol boats don’t spot us. And if one comes, will you be able to stay under until it leaves?”

“Yes, and to tell you the truth, I would feel less vulnerable in the water. Let’s go.”

Being back in his beloved ocean for the first time in seven months seemed to give Lee new strength and energy. He felt invigorated from the salt water. They made better time, and soon noticed a small fishing boat making its way to them. It stopped a short distance from them, and its captain softly called out, “Nice night to be on the water.”

“That’s the passcode Sir, this is our ride.”

The men quickly swam the rest of the way and the captain helped them into the boat. He told them to get below and started the engine. They were in safe waters in a matter of minutes.

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As Lee pulled himself up the ladder of the ship, he looked up and saw the French flag flying from the mast. As much as he knew this meant he was safe, he couldn’t help feeling disappointed at not seeing the Stars and Stripes flying there instead. The Lorraine. Why, this was the same French boat that the Mona Lisa had been stolen from, by a buccaneer and his well-trained crew who had taken over Seaview to get to the ship. Admiral Nelson had been forced to go along with the boarding party to steal her. Shortly after she was brought back to Seaview, their own crew had taken over the thieves and the painting was safely returned to the Lorraine. It was a small world, and so were it Navies.

They quickly got him on board and escorted to a cabin. A long hot shower and clean clothes went a long way to making him feel like a new man. Soon, their medical corpsman was examining him, questioning him in English that the medic spoke fairly well. “Obvious malnourishment is the basic concern here. Some good food, rest, sunlight and exercise, starting in moderate doses, is all that is needed right now. A more thorough examination back on shore is advisable. I see no reason to administer any medication at this time, but a vitamin supplement may be recommended by the doctor who sees you. Just rest and relax till we reach port.” Ok, he could do that. Wasn’t up to much else anyway. Next, he was escorted to the French Captain’s cabin.

“My respects to you, Captain Crane. I have been asked to deliver this envelope to you, courtesy of your Admiral Johnson. I believe your next orders are in here. I have just notified him that you are safely on board and that our medic has stated your health will improve on its own with proper nourishment. Please, just rest until we reach port, and if I can be of any further assistance to you do not hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you Captain, for your help and hospitality. I owe you my life. Tell me, are we to rendezvous with an American ship on our way to port?”

“Those are not my orders, no. I believe answers to any of your questions will be explained in those papers. I will have you escorted back to your cabin now where you can read them in private.”

Lee sat down heavily on the bunk in the tiny cabin, just a bit bigger than the cells he had been in, and he was aware there was a guard posted outside this door, too. He looked down at the envelope. He didn’t have a good feeling about this. He unfastened it and let the contents slip out onto the bunk. He opened up the small booklet to find a picture of himself with a strange French name under it, Andre St. Claire. He quickly went through the rest of the documents, finally coming to a short note from Admiral Johnson.

“Cmdr: You are now a French citizen. Make a new life for yourself there. I can’t allow you back in America for several reasons, mostly for your own well-being. Included here is a lease for a small furnished apartment. Best I could do on short notice. You will receive a monthly stipend to be credited to the French bank card enclosed. You are believed to have been executed while trying to escape, and it must stay that way. All your ties with the United States Navy, Government, and any acquaintances therein are now permanently severed. Do not attempt any communications, remember the stipulations of the disavow agreement you signed.

Thank you for serving your country.

ARJ

He felt punched in the stomach. After all of this, he would never see America or his friends, his family, or Seaview again, the very things that had kept him going for so long. And they would spend the rest of their lives mourning him, never knowing the truth. To never even be called by his real name again. Intelligently, he knew it was a small price to pay for all the lives that had been saved. But emotionally. . .

So this was what it was really like to be disavowed.

He could never go home again.

End of Part One

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Part Two

Andre leaned back in the old wooden chair at his little kitchen table and let out a long sigh. Over a year now he had been a French citizen and he was still bored to death and missing home. He had thought by now it would have gotten a little bit easier, but he just couldn’t forget. The only voice he heard from home was Admiral Johnson’s occasional call to check on him. Or was it to keep tabs on him? Make sure he was still there where he belonged? Make sure he was keeping his end of the disavow agreement he had signed? He never passed on any real news to Andre, only that as far as he knew nothing had changed back at the Institute or with Seaview. Nelson was well, Chip was in command of Seaview now, and Admiral Starke hadn’t retired yet. Are you receiving the stipend regularly? Andre had asked him a couple of times about doing some kind of ONI work from over there, but Johnson wouldn’t take the chance. “Anyone finds out you’re still alive Andre and it will be both our heads on the chopping block.” Just once he wished the Admiral would slip and call him ‘Lee’.

And then there was his uniform. He had no intention of parading around Paris in it; he just wanted a uniform, his uniform, hanging in the closet. Maybe he would put it on once in a while, for old times’ sake, but he’d never let anyone see him in it. He missed it, it was a huge part of who he was, or use to be. But Johnson said no. If it was ever discovered, in any way, it wouldn’t take long for the finder to discover his past. He was safer without it.

He was comfortable here, he had enough money coming in for his quiet, low-key lifestyle, and he spoke the language well, loved French cuisine. His apartment was small and sparse, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t in it much anyway. He tried not to think about living out the rest of his life here, away from the fulfilling life he had made for himself in Santa Barbara, and the only family he had ever known. His thoughts turned yet again to wondering how they were all doing. How he wished he could just make one phone call. Damn that agreement.

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Their current mission was turning out to be anything but routine. This group of researchers and scientists were the most disorganized party Chip could ever remember having on board. First, most of them had never been on a submarine before and had to be given a crash course on everything from how to flush the toilet to how to use the emergency oxygen. Twice, after he had carefully plotted and laid out the course, they had changed their itinerary and he had to start over. Two of them were on special diets that Cookie was not made aware of. And if he heard one more complaint about the three minute shower limit! As ridiculous as it was, one of them kept bringing up the fact, almost hysterically, that he couldn’t swim! Admiral Nelson had butted heads with the lead researcher several times over procedures and how the group was treating the crew. It was times like these when Chip truly missed Lee. He would have had the patience to deal with them all and laugh it off. Lee. Chip had gotten to the point where he could almost go a couple of days without thinking about him, but then, still, when he did, he would come close to breaking down. It had been so very difficult at first. It did get a bit easier with time, but it was simply that everywhere he went, Lee’s ghost was still there. Every part of Seaview, Lee’s office at the Institute that was now Chip’s, and he was living in Lee’s cottage. He doubted he would ever be able to call it his home. He hadn’t even redecorated or replaced the furniture. Like living in a museum. He just started sleeping in the spare room where he had always slept when he stayed over at Lee’s and kept all his clothes in there too. All the rest of his stuff was still in storage. He never even used Lee’s bathroom off the master bedroom. It was as if he still couldn’t accept that Lee was never coming back, even though it had been more than a year. Like he was just house sitting for him.

But besides the personal loss of his best friend, the other ugly truth was that he simply did not like being captain. He could do the job fine; he had just enjoyed being XO better. He had the natural skills that made him better suited for it. He did it for Lee, knew it was honoring his memory and that it was what he would have wanted and expected. And to make it easier for the Admiral and the crew. Oh well. That’s life.

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Andre had tried several jobs, but because he couldn’t provide any credentials to back up his education and training, he could only get low level jobs. He couldn’t risk any in depth background checks. He only worked to keep busy, make the time pass more quickly. He didn’t need the money. He’d done everything from waiting tables to a part time curator in a maritime museum, to a clerk in a bookstore. He kept leaving them because he was bored to death. Well, except for the waiter position. He’d actually enjoyed it, it kept him active and occupied, he was out of the little apartment and was with people he’d become friendly with. And the manager let it be known he was very pleased with his service. Then came that very busy evening when the waiting list was over an hour long. All the wait staff was going crazy, another incredibly busy night. He was just about to serve waters to the couple who had finally been seated in his station. The woman had her back towards him as he approached, then turned to look slightly behind her to the side at the art work on the wall there. Andre froze in his tracks. Edith Louise Nelson, the Admiral’s globetrotting younger sister. She might not recognize him with the way he looked now, older, glasses, beard and mustache, speaking French, and believing him to be dead. But it was himself he couldn’t take a chance on, he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold it together. Except for Mark Winters, the agent who helped him escape, he hadn’t seen a familiar face from home since he’d walked out of Admiral Johnson’s office after his briefing for what was to become his final mission. He quickly returned and put the waters down back at the waiter’s station, yanked off his apron, and went running through the kitchen and out the back door. It was the only thing he could think of to do, get the hell out of there. A little while after he got back home he called the manager and tried to tell him how very sick he had been about to become in the middle of the dining room full of customers, he had to leave fast. The manager very kindly told him he hoped he felt better soon; he would need to be to find a new job and then hung up on him. No sympathy there.

A couple of the jobs he had gotten only because he could ‘translate English so very well’. I should be able to, I grew up speaking it. But he would never be able to obtain any kind of employment that he felt was challenging or worthwhile, that kept his interest. He read any book he could get his hands on at the bookstore, especially ones written by Tom Clancy, Clive Cussler, or any stories that involved submarines, or any kind of boats for that matter. One of the few pleasures he hadn’t had to give up. Except for his daily workouts at a nearby gym, he kept pretty much to himself. Hadn’t even dated anyone since he had been here, he just didn’t want any ties. He had tried to do as Admiral Johnson had stated, make a life for himself here. But his heart just wasn’t in it. It was still home in Santa Barbara, and he knew it always would be.

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Admiral Nelson sat down at his desk at the Institute. This last mission was hell, pure hell. He was having to get involved more and more with things that Lee had usually handled. Chip was every bit the responsible, intelligent, well trained Captain that Lee had been. It was the personality factor that was missing. He simply didn’t have Lee’s charisma or charm when it came to dealing with irate or demanding guests on board. He handled most situations satisfactorily; he was just cold as ice about it. No, that wasn’t fair to say. He was just very professional and stoic. Lee had had a warmth about him that just seemed to make everything go smoother, made everyone relax. O’Brien was an excellent Executive Officer and worked well with Chip, but he was still too by-the-book, he still needed more experience to loosen up and gain confidence.

And Nelson also had to keep second guessing himself on missions now. Lee had always been there keeping him in line, making sure the mission parameters were followed and the boat and her crew were kept safe. Chip never argued or talked back to the Admiral, never told him this or that might be too dangerous. So he had to be more cautious himself, and that meant he couldn’t concentrate 100% on his research or the mission objective. But Chip was doing a fine job, and the crew respected him. Nelson had to constantly remind himself that a new Captain would cause all kinds of getting used to, and still wouldn’t get in his face if the mission got out of hand. Lee was the one and only Captain he had ever known that had the balls to put a four star Admiral in his place to protect his boat and crew. He let out a long sigh. You gotta stop this, Harry. Lee’s gone, Chip’s in command now, you gotta accept it and move on.

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One day, out of complete, sheer boredom, Andre sat down at his cheap laptop and started writing. It started out with him putting down what he was going through and what had caused his ‘French exile’, as he referred to it, starting with the ONI mission that had led to it. He put down the truth about everything and how it all happened. Why shouldn’t he, he was the only one who was ever going to see it, for now anyway. Somehow, for some reason he wasn’t sure of, writing made him feel better. A lot better. Kind of like a good confession. Soon he was getting up every morning and sitting at his laptop and writing most of the day. Eventually, he wrote about all of Seaview’s missions, in as much detail as he could remember. He’d written most of the log entries himself anyway. It almost made him feel like he was still there. He eventually interspersed his ONI missions, remembering all the facts he had put in his after action reports. Then he went back to his very beginnings, and made an autobiography out of his writings. Every day he wrote, filling in more details and adding more description. He went into everything from the Boys Home he grew up in to the inner workings of NIMR, the Nelson Institute for Marine Research. Everything from Nelson’s submarine dream becoming a reality to Chip’s Midwestern family life. Chief Francis Ethelbert Sharkey’s near homemaking career and Coney Island childhood to Kowalski’s Russian-Polish upbringing and brother in Bayonne, New Jersey. He included Paterson, his wife and daughters and his incredible underwater photography skills on Seaview. He wrote everything he could remember about every crewman he had served with on and off Seaview. He had three whole chapters on Jamie alone. He wrote about Edith Louise Nelson, sea monsters, aliens, crazed scientists, Krueger, giant whales, mythical leprechauns, mermaids and ghosts, etc. Every bit of torture, kidnapping, and brainwashing and drug induced psychotic experiences he had been subjected to. Every bit of damage to Seaview and how it was repaired, how it affected a mission. All his escapades with Chip during their Academy days and on their shore leaves, his girlfriends, his boat, his precious little red car and seaside cottage. All of his favorite foods Cookie made. He was convinced one of the reasons he recovered so fast in Sickbay was Cookie’s beef barley vegetable soup. He kept a frozen supply of it on hand just for the Captain. Boy, just the thought of it made his mouth water, even after all this time. Every day he would remember more little facts and details from his past life that he had to write down, sometimes rushing home to do it. For the first time in over a year and half, he felt alive again. Of course, he didn’t put down the truly classified stuff. He knew missile codes and the like would have been changed by now anyway. And of course he didn’t mention the location of safe houses, weapons supplies, contacts, or any ONI secrets. Those things would die with him here. But this manuscript would be his way of clearing his name and reputation, even if it wasn’t found until after his death.

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To say Kowalski missed his diving partner was a huge understatement. Of course he missed the Skipper as his Captain too, especially since he had always been the Captain’s right hand, his go-to man for so many things. For whatever reason, Captain Morton seemed to lean on Paterson when he needed help. And how many ONI missions did ‘Ski accompany the Captain on, not only because of his First Aid training, but also because of his military and weapons training? He was directly responsible for getting the Captain home alive on several occasions. And he was usually the one the Captain chose when he needed a co-pilot in the Flying Sub. But the diving. It was a great love the two men shared. They worked so well together when they were out there. It was something special that only Kowalski shared with the Captain, none of the other crew members, at least not on a regular basis. He didn’t go out as much now, and when he did his diving partner was Chief Sharkey. They always got the job done, but it was just work now. With the Skipper, it had been relaxing fun too, no matter what they were out there for. Neither one could show it, but he always had the feeling the Skipper considered him as much a good friend as ‘Ski considered him to be. And he was proud, very proud, to serve under him, he had learned a lot from Captain Crane. And no one would ever, EVER, get him to believe the Skipper was anything but a true red–blooded American patriot and hero.

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His manuscript was getting thick. He’d written about the Naval Academy in Annapolis, his favorite diving spots the world over, some of the ‘questionable’ things he had done for fun as a kid. How he still wondered, and would until the day he died, how he had managed to overcome his childhood and teenage years in that boy’s home to become the decent man he was. Not the successful Naval Officer and Captain of the Seaview, but just a good, honest, caring human being. He should have turned out a lot different, it was a tough youth to overcome. No happy memories there. He was now including little things from his day to day life in France. Andre was actually living right on the outskirts of Paris. He spent a lot of time in the city, but didn’t want to live in the heart of it. His now longer hair, beard, mustache, and the few pounds he had put on, along with his dark rimmed glasses and oft worn cap, made him look much different from the clean cut, well shaved spit and polish military man most people remembered him as. He was content he would never be recognized. Although a small part of him almost wished he would be someday. He was so lonely.

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Dr. Jamieson pulled open his “Active” file drawer. There it was again. The biggest, fattest file in the drawer. How much of his life had he put into keeping Lee Crane alive? How much sleep had he lost, how many prayers said when he felt he needed that extra help from above? He may have become cross with his favorite patient now and then to keep him in line for his own good, but in truth he knew what an honor it was to be medically responsible for such an incredible man, a true warrior and hero. He knew that even though he was the doctor, Lee’s brave actions over the years had probably saved thousands more lives the world over. Of course, it was a challenge, too. Lee’s injuries had constantly tested the good doctor’s knowledge and skills, his patience. But he knew he couldn’t take all the credit. Lee was tough, a fighter, and kept himself in good physical shape. But it was more than that. Lee had been too close to crossing over too many times for the doctor not to believe there was someone up there keeping an eye on him, some protective hand that was always pulling him back from the brink. Even now, going on two years after his death, Dr. Jamieson still found it hard to believe he was really dead. He’d toyed many times with drafting a Certificate of Death and closing out his file. If Lee had left family behind that needed his benefits there would have been one. But he still couldn’t bring himself to do it. It would have been so much easier for all of them if his body had been returned, there would have been closure. But after all this time there was no denying it. What he wouldn’t give to hear one more ‘I’m fine Jamie.’ He closed the drawer, leaving the file in there.

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Admiral Nelson again went over the scientific data for their upcoming mission. Of all the ports of call Seaview had docked in, international and domestic, they had never been to the port in Gibraltar near Spain. This would be a new experience for all of them. He knew of the bitterness between the British and the Spanish regarding ownership of the port, and was grateful this was purely a scientific mission, he hoped. Surrounded on three sides by water, much of Spain’s economy depended on its sea life, whether people were eating it, watching it or swimming in it, it was a major part of the country’s industry, its culture and its allure. They couldn’t afford for the problems they were currently experiencing to get any worse. Of course, global warming would be to blame for some of it, but after reading the preliminary findings, Nelson suspected something else was going on, something not caused by nature but by man.

Nelson had always known of the abundance and diverse multitude of marine life in these waters, and was excited about finally getting a chance to explore the area in person. He knew of the two Spanish marine biologists who would be joining them on this mission, but had never met them before. Both had attended universities in America, and so spoke English very well. Shortly after Seview docked, the three marine biologists would meet and then attend a conference regarding the problems they hoped to then document and study further. But the Admiral also had another reason for wanting to go there. If he liked what he saw, if it could be at all beneficial to NIMR’s mission to explore and protect earth’s oceans, he was considering establishing an underwater observatory and deep sea lab, a satellite of the Institute, somewhere in that area. Seaview being able to make port in Gibraltar would make it easy to maintain, although it would be the Flying Sub that would do much of the supply work. Well, helping them out now would give him a foot in the door if he did decide to do it.

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Admiral Johnson slowly reread every bit of information in the classified file. It contained everything that had been uncovered thanks to Lee Crane’s final mission. Everything from his original classified orders and signed disavow agreement, transcripts of all the intel he transmitted and his capture, everything done to try to negotiate his release, announcement of his execution, all the intricacies of the CIA, Interpol, and Seal Team involvement that had led the raids into that country under orders of the United Nations; all the tests that had been prevented, the stockpiled drums of the chemicals used to make the gaseous biochemical agent that were found and how they were destroyed, the labs dismantled, right down to the biographies of all the terrorists involved who were captured and who were still at trial. Many notes had been recovered, notes that had allowed International scientists to develop an agent that would neutralize the gas if it was ever used. They shared this finding and the formula for it with the entire civilized world, reducing if not eliminating the chance any terrorist would use it.

All of this was thanks to one man, Lee Crane. Captain Lee Benjamin Crane, of the SSRN Seaview, may he rest in peace. Once all of this info was out, and it was seen how lucky it was it had been discovered, Johnson intended to do everything he could to clear Lee’s name. Things had calmed down now, as they always do over time. But he still didn’t think it was a good idea to bring Lee home, or even to let anyone know he was still alive, though he could tell how miserable Lee was over there. But too many terrorists had been brought down by Lee’s quick thinking, courage, and self-sacrifice. He could have just ditched the intel and escaped, selfishly putting his own life first. And then how many millions of innocents would be dead today? How many countries could have been brought to their knees? While the man certainly deserved better, Johnson was sure there were too many involved in the plot that were still free and bent on revenge. If Lee turned up alive, they were sure to put two and two together. Along with other problems it would create, Crane’s life wouldn’t be worth a dime. The terrifying magnitude of the plot was only known by a small group of shocked intelligence agents throughout the world, including Admiral Johnson.

Wait a minute! Wait just one damn minute! He just thought of something! He picked up his phone and placed a call to the Attorney General himself.

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Andre had been tempted many times before, but had always held out. Now, the more he thought about it, he didn’t know why. Just because he rented a boat and SCUBA gear and went diving, why should that give him away to anyone? There were millions of scuba divers in the world; he was just one more of them. Why would anyone suddenly recognize him as a former American Naval Officer, Captain Lee B. Crane of the nuclear submarine Seaview out of Santa Barbara, CA, USA, secret agent for their ONI, who had supposedly been executed a year earlier while escaping from a foreign prison right before they executed him for spying? What nonsense! What arrogance!

Damn it, he was going to rent a boat, go diving and enjoy himself! It was about time!

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The call had gone well. Johnson had been able to learn what he needed regarding the current status of the trial. Because the raids that resulted from Lee’s transmittal were unexpected, most of the terrorists involved were captured quickly. Almost all of them were already wanted for other terrorist attacks, and so they had already been tried and convicted. But the scientists involved in creating the deadly formula, the ones Lee had visually recognized when he hid in their lab and later identified on the transmission, were out free on bail, based on the evidence against them being only circumstantial, hearsay. There were no eyewitnesses to testify to seeing them in the lab. They stated that they believed they were being named as part of the plot by one of the terrorists who had agreed to a deal. To save himself, he had to come up with names, any names, and their names were all well known in their country. They were out on bail, free to continue their professional careers, benevolent men of science and medicine that they wanted the world to believe they were. How dare they be accused of such atrocities! And of course their country protected them and capitalized on it. American propaganda! The Americans were of course behind the raids, revenge for their captured spy being killed during an escape attempt. Even they themselves believed Lee was lying dead somewhere in their country, and that they had caught him well before he had any chance to pass on the evidence they had confiscated upon his capture. If he weren’t dead, they would have used him against them. It had to have been the American CIA that had uncovered them. Their government lawyers assured them that that after the trial they would be exonerated, would be free men, allowed to go on with their lives.

Admiral Johnson scratched his head. How could they arrange to have Lee testify against them, yet still deny American involvement? And what about the disavow agreement? Would it not be better to admit to the whole thing, after revealing everything, than to let these terrorists go free, knowing they would be more than likely try it again? At least one of them was sure to again offer his pharmaceutical and chemical knowledge and services to another high bidder. None of these men had any morals or ethics. All they cared about was money, power, and control.

Admiral Johnson rang his secretary. “Get me on the first flight to Paris, civilian or military! What? Oh, dear God. Ok, then get me on a plane the first thing tomorrow after the security meeting!” He had to talk to Lee Crane, in person.

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Admiral Jiggs Starke had kept himself well informed of all the twists and turns the ongoing trial of the remaining terrorists was taking, although they reffered to themselves as doctors and scientists. While it wasn’t often discussed because of their close friendship, he did outrank Nelson, and as the head of SUBCOMPAC, Nelson and therefore Captain Crane were both in his chain of command. But his interest was also personal. He’d recognized a quality officer with a stellar career ahead of him the moment he met Crane. He may have given him a hard time about being ‘new’ Navy as opposed to Jigg’s preferred ‘old’ Navy, but Crane was up to it, and defended himself and his style of command leadership properly and staunchly. Occasionally, much to Nelson’s chagrin, Starke tried to get Crane to return to the active Navy, there was a shortage of good submarine commanders, he was needed more there, could serve his country more directly there. He could quickly go from the youngest submarine commander in the Navy, to the youngest Admiral in the Navy. Hell, he could even see Crane as the SecNav someday! But Crane’s constant argument was he wasn’t interested in rank, he was honored to be master of the biggest, most sophisticated and technologically advanced and only privately owned submersible in the world. Nothing could compare to his Gray Lady. He had the best. If he had wanted to get a laugh, he could also mention his pay was twice that of a Navy sub jockey, but the truth was that had nothing to do with it. Money meant as little to him as rank did. And while he was well aware of the shortage of good sub commanders to keep the world safe, he knew that they were doing just as much good for the world’s oceans, and therefore all of its inhabitants, human and marine. They were just as needed, even if it was on a scientific, environmental, and ecological level, not a military one. Lee could always have thrown in all the times they had saved the world, in ways the world would never even know about.

So the loss of this fine young officer he had known and privately respected so much truly upset Jiggs, despite the fact that his sacrifice had been well worth it. Lord, how he had hated being the one to tell Nelson. He leaned back in his chair and sighed. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but from the very beginning something just didn’t seem right. He was surprised Nelson didn’t sense something as well, though Harry may just be too close to it. Jiggs had had several conversations with Admiral Johnson, and with each succeeding one, he became more convinced Johnson was hiding something, something about Lee’s death. Well, as head of Naval Intelligence, Johnson was hiding a lot, he was supposed to. Probably the only thing the man knew that wasn’t classified or top secret was his own name. But it was just something about the edge his voice took on when Jigg’s brought up Lee’s execution. Other than the short announcement made that he had been executed while trying to escape, not another word was said from either government. No details, no regrets or condolences, nothing about the body or manner or time of execution or attempted escape. It was all hush-hush, on both sides. It wasn’t even brought up at the trial, the trial that wouldn’t be taking place if it wasn’t for Lee Crane and his sacrifice. Johnson knew more than he was saying, Starke was sure of it. He believed that knowing the details of their Captain’s death would give Nelson and his crew some closure. And they deserved that much at least. What the devil was the purpose of keeping it quiet, when the people who truly needed to know all had top level security clearance? Was there a chance that after the trial ended, Johnson would be more forthcoming with what really happened? A sudden thought hit him, and he bolted upright in his chair. He wouldn’t voice it to Nelson, but could Johnson’s reticence be due to a possible concern that because there wasn’t a body, maybe there had never been an execution? Dear God, did Johnson suspect Crane could still be alive, still be a prisoner over there?

He had to talk to Johnson, and this time it had to be face to face. He called his assistant, Lt. Joe Jackson, who also happened to be a good friend of the late Captain Crane. “Joe, get me on a plane to Washington, STAT!”

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Well, it wasn’t his own diving gear, and he had never dived in these waters before, but nothing could change the fact that he was having fun! He felt more like his old self than he had since this whole exile thing started. Well, he wasn’t about to go home now, (was he really finally calling Paris home?), it had taken him too long to get recertified. He’d originally only rented the room for two nights, but then lengthened his stay to one week. He’d never taken a vacation since living in France, never needed one. He was between jobs so no one would miss him. Shoot, why not? I’m going to stay here the whole month!

He had never known the waters around France had so many incredible and breathtaking scuba diving locations, and he hadn’t even been to the Mediterranean yet! He’d save that for next time. The warm waters here in Southern France were full of various fish and sea plants, coral reefs and walls, caverns and wrecks. After his first dive, he had bought an underwater camera and kept it with him. He’d truly enjoyed St. Tropez and the Poqurelles, especially all the shipwrecks found there. He found that Nice, Antibes, Saint Raphael, Sainte Maxime and La Londe were the best diving destinations in the South of France.

The next week he went to Western France, which also had an abundance of marine life in it. The water was colder here, but so clear! The reefs were beautifully decorated with sea stars and soft coral, and it was a popular habitat for tunas, pollack and mackerel.

Then he had gone to the Antibes and Juan Les Pins. Both were stunning diving spots with coral reefs and colorful rocks, canyons and small caverns, pinnacles and drop-offs. He swam with octopi, lobsters, barracuda, sunfish, cuttlefish and gorgonian fans, and marveled at the colorful rocks and sponges.

Next, he went to La Londe Les Maures. The different fish species and the world-famous wrecks, the Donator and the Grec, made this one of his favorite spots. He saw a lot of nudibranches, dentex, conger and moray eels, barracuda and sunfish in this area. How many times did he say to himself, “Oh, I wish Chip were here to share this with me! Or,” I have to bring the Admiral here; he would love seeing all these different fish species!” So often the Admiral would comment he had only seen this one or that one as a picture in one of his books.

The fourth week he went to Port Cros Marine Reserve that starts in La Londe Les Maures. It is Europe’s first wildlife reserve, protecting and caring for the marine plants and animals since 1963. He was relieved he was a Master Diver, because beginners and amateurs were rarely allowed to dive in this area, as they might hurt the treasures of the reserve. Reefs and walls mustn’t be touched, animals mustn’t be hunted. In short, it is a real museum under the water. The Admiral would definitely approve.

He found out there was a festival of underwater photography and videography in Antibes at the end of October each year. How Patterson would love that! His own pictures came out pretty good, but he would need more experience to rival Patterson.

Ok, time to go home. But only for long enough to plan his next diving trip. The next one would be a whole month diving in the Mediterranean. And he intended to have his own gear by then. After that, a boat! Maybe, just maybe, he might be able to make some kind of life for himself over here after all.

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Admiral Johnson was just finishing up some paperwork from his Security meeting before he left in a few minutes for his flight to France when his intercom clicked on. What now? I’m trying to get out of here. “What?”

“Officer here to see you, Sir. He doesn’t have an appointment. It’s Admiral Starke, Sir.”

Of all the unexpected officers to show up just as he was leaving, it had to be the one person who he felt suspected the truth. Why did he have to come now, when I was on my way to straighten things out? Well, if I don’t see him, he may become even more suspicious.”

“Okay, show him in Lieutenant.”

After all the naval protocol was out of the way, Starke just plopped himself down in one of the chairs. He didn’t beat around the bush. “Crane isn’t dead, is he Robert?”

Being able to read men was one of the reasons Johnson had this job. And this man, this officer, was the head of SUBCOMPAC. There was nothing he could get away with saying to this man except the absolute truth. Or close to it. He could only thing of one way to handle this.

“Jiggs, how would you like to take a little trip with me to Paris? The flight leaves in an hour from Andrews. It’s got to do with identifying Crane’s body. I expect all your questions will be answered.” Well, I didn’t exactly say his body would be dead.

“Good thing I came here first, still have my bag with me. Lead the way.”

Not much was said on the plane. Jiggs dozed off and on, Robert kept reading and rereading the same fat file, the one with ‘Classified- Top Secret-Eyes Only’ stamped on the front of it. Jiggs let him be. The only ONI info he was interested in was the final disposition of one of its agents, one that had been under his command. And maybe, just maybe, he still was. He wasn’t buying this ’making a final ID’ bit. Nope, he wasn’t buying it at all. He had tried to call Harry before he left, but was informed by his secretary Angie Woods that Seaview was on a scientific mission, but if it was important they would be making port in Gibraltar by tomorrow, and expected to be there for a couple of days. Of course, if it was a true emergency, she could always radio the sub.

“Nope, not necessary Miss Woods, just checking in. I haven’t spoken to him in a while. I’ll catch him next time. Thanks, goodbye.” Maybe it was better this way. He might have accidentally let something on to Harry.

End of Part Two

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Part Three

Andre got out of the car at the car rental place and looked around. He had decided on the drive back that if he saw her again, he would ask that pretty little French lady behind the counter if she would have dinner with him, they had had such a lovely conversation when he rented the car. This diving experience had gotten him thinking. Maybe, if he truly was accepting his fate and getting ready to make a new life for himself over here, the family he had always wanted would finally be possible. But he couldn’t support a family on the small stipend he was receiving from the US Navy though. He would have to find a decent paying job if he really was serious about making a new life here, at least a life that included a family. And he would have to give up any dreams or wishful thinking about ever returning home to America, the Navy, or his old life and friends. Break all mental ties completely and forever. Could he do that? Was he ready to do that? He was beginning to think he might be, but mainly because he had no other choice.

The oceanside place he had rented the diving gear from was looking for an instructor, and one who was bilingual to help out with the tourists. He would enjoy doing that, and could live by the water again. Johnson never said he had to stay in Paris, only in France.

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The ride from the airstrip to the outskirts of Paris was a short one. All Johnson had told Starke was that they would be meeting with a man, Andre St. Clare, who had firsthand information about Crane’s escape attempt, murder, and the aftermath. He had tried unsuccessfully several times in the past few days to get in touch with him, and had finally decided that a personal visit would be better anyway.

Johnson knew he was stringing Starke along, mostly because he was playing this whole visit by ear. Not really sure what he was going to do when Crane opened the door, what he was going to say to either man. He knew how he had intended to handle it before Starke showed up. Lay all the cards on the table and let Lee make his own mind up what he wanted to do, it was his life that was at risk if he agreed to come forward and offer testimony. Johnson had come up with plausible circumstances that could explain what had happened, to get the US Government off the hook, if Lee was willing to go along with it. And if his eyewitness testimony resulted in the scientists and the others Lee identified being incarcerated, his life wouldn’t be any more in danger than it usually was. He’d have to give up ONI, but Nelson would surely take him back on, at the Institute if nothing more. And he was sure Lee was going to want to give testimony, not for himself, but because it was the right thing to do, the moral thing to do, to help keep the world safe. This was the main reason Johnson was doing this, not just for Crane or himself. He knew that after the dust settled from the whole affair, he was probably going to be politely asked to step down as head of ONI, and if he refused he would be removed by other means, and not so politely. But putting Lee on the stand, even though it violated the disavow agreement both men had signed, was still the right thing to do, for everyone involved.

But when they finally got there, no one was home. Johnson was getting worried. He hadn’t talked to Lee in a while, hadn’t been able to reach him on the phone all week, and now this. Could Crane have used his connections to sneak back to America? He had to get inside, see if his passport and personal belongings were still here. He pulled out his pocket knife that had a few other interesting tools attached to it.

“Robert, what are you doing? So this St. Clare fellow isn’t home at the moment, you can’t just break into his apartment! Is lock picking one of the skills that made you head of ONI? Come on, I’m hungry and I smelled something mouthwatering coming from that bistro across the street. You can keep a look out for the man from over there. It’s not like he knew you were coming!”

Jiggs doesn’t understand the situation because he doesn’t know the truth. Well, to be honest, Robert was kind of hungry himself, and there wasn’t any reason for Lee to be sitting here in this little apartment spending his life waiting for a day when his old CO from ONI might decide to pay him a surprise visit. I probably am overreacting.

“Ok Jiggs, you’re right. Let’s go. We’ll try back later.”

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Well, the concerns discussed at the conference certainly did peak Nelson’s scientific curiosity. He was eager to get to the first diving site. He was doing more and more diving himself these days, and he realized how much he had missed it. This was why he had become a marine biologist in the first place, to study marine life, and not just in the confines of his lab. For too long he had been studying and drawing conclusions from live specimens, water, plant and soil samples brought back from diving teams, usually led by Lee. It was good to get back to investigating and observing things himself first hand, actually becoming a part of the habitat, especially in an area he had always wanted to explore, and with issues he needed to study in person. And at the conference, he had been on the same page with his concerns as the other two biologists, they spoke the same scientific and marine language, had the same ideas and observations, wanted to check out the same things. He felt they could truly accomplish a lot working together.

And they did. Even though observation was only the first step, what the three saw was all that was needed to blame warming waters for most of the problems, problems that sadly little could be done about. But Nelson was still convinced there was something else going on. He’d studied the warming problem in waters all over the world; the others were only seeing it here, so they had nothing to compare their findings to. He took water, plant, and soil samples back to the boat with him for further study, but already suspected he was going to find that some source of chemical pollution of the waters that could also be causing problems. He had seen too much of that as well, unfortunately.

“Okay, Captain Morton, we’re coming back in. This will be the last dive for today.”

“Understood, Sir, standing by ready to receive diving party.” Thank God, thought Chip. Jamie had voiced his concerns to Chip several times this mission, concerns about all the diving the Admiral was doing. Lee had handled the ‘problem’ by volunteering to lead the diving parties himself whenever Nelson needed anything outside the boat. But when Chip had offered, Nelson stated he was enjoying going out himself. Chip could never bring himself to talk back to his CO the way Lee could, so he let it go. He understood Jamie’s concerns, the Admiral’s age, his fairly recent heart attack, how so many years of heavy smoking had compromised the Admiral’s lungs. But the Admiral was a master diver, so as long as he passed his diving recertification tests, ChIp could see no reason to argue with him. All he could do was keep a close eye on him, as was Dr. Jamieson.

The three men got back to the boat, showered, changed, and then met to voice their individual viewpoints regarding what each had observed. They broke for dinner, then resumed down in the Admiral’s lab to study the samples brought back. Every sample showed signs of chemical pollution. Further samples from varying locations were now needed to determine where the pollution was coming from. Nelson walked down to the control room. He explained to Chip where he needed to get samples from the next day, and left it to Chip to plot the correct course. “I want to be at the first site by 0800 hours, Chip. I’d like to get all the samples gathered in one day, to be sure the levels of toxicity in each sample are all from the same time frame. After I examine all the samples, I’ll have a better idea what direction to start looking in for the cause.”

“Yes Sir, we’ll be at the first site by 0800. Anything else, Sir?”

“No, Chip, that’s it. See you in the morning. Good night.”

“Good night, Sir.” Well, that does it. No way could he let Nelson go out that many times in one day. Neither he nor Jamie wanted to make it a medical issue. The only thing he could think of to do was pull one of Lee’s old tricks. “Sir, I really would like to get off the boat for a bit, and this is such a beautiful place for a dive. Mind if I lead the next dive team out?” He wasn’t sure he could get away with it, though. He didn’t have the same close relationship with Nelson that Lee had enjoyed. In fact, he didn’t have the same close relationship with Nelson that he had had when he was the Exec. He’d been able to replace Lee as Captain far more easily as far as the crew was concerned than with Nelson. He could only guess it was because the Admiral had not only lost his Captain and friend, but a man he considered a son as well. No way can I ever fill that empty spot in his heart.

Captain Morton watched as the diving hatch was closed at the first site, with Nelson leading the other two men and, as before, a member of the crew along as lookout, just in case they got too involved. Nelson had agreed to let Chip lead out the next diving party, Nelson would do the third one, and Chip, the last one. He hadn’t even given Chip a hard time about it, thought it was a good idea. “This will save me time, Chip. I can go over the samples I bring in while you bring the next party out.”

So it was, towards the end of the day, Nelson had pretty much determined where the pollution was coming from and had Chip plot a course in that direction. One last dive before they settled for the night, and the samples brought back in confirmed his findings. The two Spanish biologists were in complete agreement. They would head back to port in Gibraltar tomorrow morning to return to Spain and turn over their findings. It would be up to the authorities to investigate further, but now they would have concrete proof to work with.

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Well, that was certainly one of the best meals either officer had eaten in a long time, along with all the excellent French red wine they had washed it down with. But it was time to make a decision about tonight, it was getting late, they would have to start thinking about getting hotel rooms. But Johnson was only willing to stay over if there was a reason to wait. He intended to check out the apartment, look for evidence Lee was still living there, and then go from there.

“Jiggs, as distasteful as it may be to you, I am going to have to get into that apartment to make a decision about our next course of action. We can’t wait forever when, for all I know, the man could have given me a phony address. But I’m not leaving until I’m sure. If you want, you can wait for me at the bar here.”

“And let you have all the fun? No way! Maybe I had too much good wine at dinner, but this is beginning to sound like an adventure to me! Besides, I want to see you explain to the French Police why two American Naval Officers are breaking into a French citizen’s apartment at this hour of the night. Let’s go!”

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Well, she wasn’t there. He had gotten back much later than he had expected, probably because he had stopped to get a shave and a haircut. He was feeling so much more his old self, he decided he wanted to look his old self too, especially if he wanted to make a good impression on her. Maybe he would just call her tomorrow. He had almost a mile to walk to get home, and decided along the way to stop and grab a quick bite to eat. He didn’t remember having left much in his refrigerator at home, and because he had stayed away longer than expected nothing there would be still be good. He stopped at a tavern, sat at the bar and watched a soccer game on the TV while he ate his meal and had a few beers. He started to feel a little bit too relaxed, and remembered how far he still had to walk to get home. Time to go.

As he put his key in the lock, a warning went off somewhere in the back of his mind, I’m sure I locked this door when I left. Didn’t I? He stood there for a moment, realizing he had left nothing of any value to steal anyway, he’d left his passport there but he’d brought his laptop with him. And what were the chances, with as long as he had been gone, that a burglar would still just happen to be here at the exact moment he finally came home? He didn’t have a sidearm anymore, never got around to replacing it after the mission. I’m overreacting. I must have forgotten to lock it. But just to be on the safe side . . .

Lee quickly threw open the door and barged in, throwing his overnight bag across the room, ready to do battle with anyone he found inside.

All he found inside were the two Admirals sitting at his table playing cards, two empty bottles of his best French wine there between them.

It took a long minute of being stared at, then. . .

“LEE! Lee Crane! My God, you’re alive! Robert, look who it is! He’s alive! I guess this Andre fellow really did have firsthand information since Lee knows him! My God, this is incredible! How are you son? Harry is going to flip! This is wonderful! Our prayers have been answered!”

The next thing Lee knew, Starke was giving him a great big bear hug, and wouldn’t let him go. He was still standing there in a state of shock, having no idea what was going on or how to handle it. He looked over at Admiral Johnson for advice, but he was in the process of laying down what could only be a royal flush on the table, a small smile on his face. He finally got up and ambled over to them, and it wasn’t until then that Lee realized both men were three sheets to the wind. How much of his wine had they drunk? Not that he really cared about the wine; he was just wondering how to proceed. Starke’s remark when he saw him made him realize Johnson hadn’t told him Lee was alive, so what else did he know or not know? But boy, he was near tears, and was having a hard time keeping them in. Familiar faces from home. He had never expected to see one again. And to be called by his real name again!

“Jiggs, MOVE! My turn!”

Now it was Admiral Johnson hugging him, definitely out of character. Then the Admiral stepped back, holding Lee by the shoulders.

“Well, Commander, you’re looking fit and healthy. We have something to talk about.”

Lee’s mind raced. He wasn’t sure what the Admiral wanted to talk about, the only thing he was sure of right now was that this was not a good time to talk about anything, not in the condition either of these men were in. What was Johnson thinking? Letting Starke know he was alive meant that it was only a matter of time before Nelson knew it too, and Nelson would not sit still until Lee was brought back home. Or had that situation changed too? For that matter, if Starke was here, why wasn’t Admiral Nelson here as well? What the hell was going on?

Ok, first things first. Find a respectful way to handle two inebriated Admirals. As late as it was, getting them to sleep it off was the best solution, but where? His first thought was calling a cab to take them to a nice hotel, but then he thought better of it; Starke might get it into his head to call Nelson. Best to keep them here where he could keep an eye on them until they sobered up and he found out what was going on.

“With all due respect, Sirs, it’s really late and I’m beat. It’s wonderful to see you both again, but any talking will have to wait until morning. I’d appreciate it if you would both stay here with me tonight; it’s been so long since I’ve seen anyone from home. Admiral Starke, you can have my bed. Admiral Johnson, this couch opens up. Let me make it up for you.” He wanted Johnson where he could talk to him with Starke safely behind a closed door.

“What about you? Where will you sleep?”

“I’ll sleep where I’ve gotten some of my best sleep, right there in my reclining lounge chair, no problem.” After telling both men where the head was, he showed Starke to his room, and grabbed one of the pillows from the double bed and a blanket from the top shelf of his closet. “Good night, Sir.” He closed the door, went into the living room and opened and made up the couch for Johnson, first pulling the crocheted afghan off of the back of it that he would use to cover himself in the recliner. Thankfully, neither man gave him a hard time. He locked the front door, shut off the light and leaned all the way back in his lounger, pulling the afghan over him. As dead tired as he had been, he now laid there awake, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened and what the heck was going on. He suddenly realized he had never even saluted either officer, but neither one seemed to notice it or care. He hoped Johnson woke up before Starke the next morning so they could talk. Lee. His name really was Lee. And he was a Commander. In the United States Navy. Yes. He said a quick prayer that somehow all of this meant he was going home.

Lee awoke early the next morning. He put on a pot of coffee, and made a quick run to the closest grocery store. He picked up eggs, bacon, bread, butter and orange juice. When he came back, he made a quick but decent breakfast, one that would at least hold them over for a bit. He was debating whether or not to wake Admiral Johnson up so they could talk in private for a bit before Starke woke up, when he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned.

“Good Morning Commander, something smells delicious. But before this goes any further Lee, I want to apologize for last night. I didn’t mean to spring it on you like that.”

“No problem Sir, but could you please tell me now what is going on? Before -” . . . he jerked his thumb back to his closed bedroom door. He handed Johnson a steaming hot cup of coffee, and motioned him to a seat at the table.

“Well, the trial isn’t going well. I don’t want to see these men let loose on the world again. The only thing left that might work now is eye witness testimony coming from you. Do you want to go home, Lee? It isn’t an order; I’m leaving the decision up to you. I don’t have to remind you that if these men go free knowing you are still alive, your life will be in great danger. Hell, even if they don’t go free they may have someone go after you for revenge, if they know you’re alive.”

“What about the disavow agreement, Sir?”

“Yeah, well, if you decide to do it, I will say I made it an order, you had no choice but to come home. You can say you agreed to do it for the same reason I ordered it, for the greater good. These men had to be stopped from ever doing anything like this again. As far as the agreement itself goes, only the top levels of our government and the immediate people involved were even aware it existed. None of them will mention it.”

“What about American involvement that has been denied from the very start? How can I make a liar out of our government? Won’t we lose world respect?”

“I have an idea about that, too, if you are willing to go along with it. You were on shore leave in their country. As a dedicated American Naval Officer sworn to uphold the peace, you became concerned when you overheard a conversation between two men that mentioned American sites where covert testing of a new biological weapon was to be conducted. You were alarmed, and acting on your own, you followed the two men back to their lab, and obtained the evidence. You had no support from the American government; if you had you wouldn’t have been captured so easily. Then . . .”

“Hey, wait a minute, Sir, that doesn’t make me look so good.”

“What it makes you look like Commander, is an average naval officer without ONI training or experience, who acted on the spur of the moment, without forethought or planning, and so you were caught.”

“Sir, it may not be general knowledge among the public, the everyday citizens we protect, but you especially are aware of how many countries out there know who and what I am. It’s crazy to try to get anyone to believe I not only found out something of this magnitude by accident, but then was stupid enough to act on my own, not trying to get backup or support, or notify any authorities. Wouldn’t it be better to just come clean and admit to the whole thing? America saved the world how much pain and suffering, how many lives? We would be thanked by all the civilized countries that understand, and the ones who aren’t civilized enough to appreciate it probably aren’t capable of any retribution anyway, at least not in any way we have to fear. It’s the only believable, respectable course of action. I’m sure it’s what the rest of the world suspects anyway.”

“And how would we explain your sudden reappearance? I was going to say you had been kept prisoner over there and only recently escaped. We never thought you were still alive until you just contacted us and explained what you had done and how you got caught.”

“How would that explain your finding out about the testing, and where and when it was? And discovering the exact formula in time to create an antidote? Or the exact location of the lab and names of the men involved? The pictures presented at trial? None of that could have happened if you didn’t have first hand information early on. At the very least, you would have to admit having received my transmission, so you may as well go all the way. It’s the right thing to do, Sir.”

Crane was one of his most valuable agents for many reasons, one of which was his ability to size up a situation and see things in a crystal clear way before anyone else could. He was right. Nothing America admitted to doing was as bad as what they had prevented by doing it.

“Okay, you’re right, but I still need to come up with a logical explanation for your sudden reappearance, and one that is believable, and won’t have people like Nelson wanting to take my head off. They’ve all suffered a lot because of this, so it has to be good.”

“In other words, your explanation gets you off the hook. Well, I have two other ideas. One, I did successfully escape, but because of the disavow agreement I figured I was on my own, so I didn’t bother to let anyone know I was still alive, I just intended to let them grieve over me for the rest of their lives. I started a new life for myself over there, out of the clear blue sky, with nothing but the rags and scars on my back, and while I was being hunted down by every police and military man in the area. Or two, the more believable one. You knew I escaped successfully because I contacted you to let you know and to be sure you had received all the information. Because of my knowledge you knew you had to keep me safe, regardless of the disavow agreement. So you put me in the witness protection program, gave me a new identity, home, and life. We agreed the world had to believe I was dead to keep me and those close to me safe until such a time as my testimony was needed, as it is now. Not only does this explanation closely match what really did happen, but somewhere, Sir, there are records, here and home, that you have been sending me money every month. I’m sure you have them all classified, but still, you knew where I was all along, there’s no denying it. This solution makes us both look good.”

“And no one would have to know where you really had been living or as who, so if things don’t go well you can come back here and no one would be the wiser.”

“Well, yeah, there’s that. But I’d rather take my chances going home and living in America. Once I tell everything I know, there’s no reason for you to have to keep me safe anyway.”

“All right Lee, obviously you have thought this through. The only thing left now is getting you back to America safely and secretly.”

They suddenly heard a booming voice from across the room. Admiral Starke. “Oh, I have a great idea about how to do that! We just have to get him to Gibraltar!”

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With Nelson content that no further samples were needed, Seaview left for Gibraltar early the next morning. En route, FS1 left to take the three scientists back for an afternoon-evening meeting that was set up with the governing EPA for that area. Seaview would dock in Gibraltar later that day, and if all went well and business could be concluded by that night, she would set sail for home early the next morning. Nelson wasn’t really needed longer than that; the two Spanish biologists could quite competently present the findings and final conclusions. And I really don’t want to hang around long enough to get involved in any finger pointing. And with the pollution he saw in the area, he was having second thoughts about building a lab here. But the crew was being given 12 hours shore leave here so tomorrow morning it was.

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Lee quickly packed his most valuable possessions, he couldn’t take everything. Admiral Johnson offered to have the rest of it packed up and sent to him when everything settled down, but suddenly none of it was important to him. He was going home! They had to move fast to get to Gibraltar before the American submarine Starke knew was docked there set sail. He wasn’t exactly sure when that would be, but he believed it was still there. Lee got his luggage down to his laptop, his backpack, his overnight bag, and one small suitcase. Not bad for how long he had lived here. Lee was the last one out the door, and he turned and bid a bittersweet goodbye to his little apartment. He’d gone through a lot emotionally while he lived here, but through it all, it had become home. And at the very least, he had felt safe and at peace here, after a while, a little like his cabin on Seaview, a home away from home.

They were going to have to drive the rest of the day and evening to get to Gibraltar. But first, they all decided they needed another good but fast meal. After loading up car with Lee’s luggage, they went back the little bistro across the street, had lunch and then headed out. No wine this time. Lee drove; he was more familiar with the roads. But even with only three relief and refreshment stops, they still did not get to the docks in Gibraltar until well after 0130.

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Nelson was beat. He’d had very little sleep the night before, busy documenting their findings in everyday lay language instead of the scientific jargon their notes were in. They had left in FS1 first thing this morning, and since he was piloting her, he had to get all the transcribing and the presentation done last night. The three marine biologists had enjoyed a late dinner together tonight after the meetings, before heading their separate ways, and dinner had been washed down with a more than healthy amount of alcohol. But he was truly glad he had had the chance to meet and work with these men, and believed he had gained not only two new professional colleagues, but two new friends as well. They had agreed to keep in touch, and to keep Nelson well informed. The two men were also close friends, used to working and laughing together, and Nelson couldn’t help but liken their relationship to what Chip and Lee had once enjoyed.

Mission accomplished, successfully, and now I’m due for some good old fashioned uninterrupted sleep. He pulled the sheet up, rolled onto his side, and was out cold in seconds.

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Starke had told Johnson quietly while Lee was packing that the submarine was Seaview. They had decided between them that it would be better for Johnson to take the lead on this one, asking Nelson for his assistance with a security matter. Both he and Starke truly wanted to see Nelson and the crew’s reaction to finding their Captain and friend alive, but even at this hour the docks were not deserted, and Lee’s safety was paramount. They were sure to hear about it later anyway. And probably at the top of Nelson’s lungs! As much as Starke wanted to say hello to his oldest and closest friend, he understood Johnson’s need to make the transfer quickly and quietly, and so agreed to stay in the car. They hadn’t talked much in the ride over here, but you better believe, on the trip back he had a million questions for the good Admiral Johnson. And just wait until Harry gets hold of you. ‘Andre St. Clare’ my foot!

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Geez he hated this! Banging on the cabin hatch of a sleeping four star admiral at 0200 in the morning! Ridings tried again, the man sure did sleep soundly. He hoped he wouldn’t have to go in there and physically shake the Admiral awake.

He thought he heard a grumpy mumbling, was that a ‘Come’? He hesitantly tried the door, slowly opening it just a crack. “Sir, Admiral Nelson, are you awake, Sir?”

“Well, I am now! Is there something wrong with the boat? Where’s Morton?”

“The boat is fine, Sir. But there’s an American Admiral topside that needs to speak with you immediately. He didn’t give his name, Sir; he only said that it was an emergency.”

“Wonderful. Ok, I’ll be up in a minute. Dismissed.”

“Sir, yes Sir!” Ridings closed the hatch and got out of there as fast as he could. Even a retired four star Admiral was still an Admiral! He was only use to only dealing with his Captain in the regular Navy.

As Nelson pulled his pants on, he wondered what the devil an American Admiral was doing in Spain. All he could figure was that he was vacationing here and had a personal problem, or there was some kind of security or terrorist crisis and there really was a problem, here or at home.

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Lee knew it as soon as he turned onto the dock. His heart started pounding. SEAVIEW! My boat! Not only am I going home, but I’m going home on Seaview! I’m going to see everyone again!

“It’s Seaview! Sirs, why didn’t you tell me!”

“Jiggs, explain everything to him while I go talk to Nelson.” Johnson got out of the car and walked over to the security guard by Seaview.

“Because Lee, I was afraid she might not still be here. They know nothing about you still being alive, this is a coincidence not only that they are here, but that I happen to know about it, believe it or not. And Admiral Johnson still has to talk to Nelson. While he’s doing that, I will explain to you how this is being handled, what you are to say. Here, put this hoodie on, along with the sunglasses.”

“What? Admiral Starke, it’s the middle of the night and you want me to put sunglasses on? And why the hoodie? Obviously you don’t want them to know who I am, but why?”

“Admiral Johnson said you can make your presence and identity known once Seaview is in international waters. Don’t ask me why, just cooperate. Lee, this whole thing is being done on the spur of the moment, no plans were made, and we’re all just playing it by ear. Even I didn’t know you were alive until you walked in the door last night. Believe me, Harry suspects nothing. I wish I could be there to see his and Morton’s faces, but for whatever reason Admiral Johnson wants you well away from here when they find out. He said it’s for security reasons, so you being alive can’t leak back to anyone on the dock. You know how fast scuttlebutt travels. Now listen while I tell you what he’s telling Nelson.”

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As he walked down the gangplank, he saw the officer leaning against a dark government loaner car. As the officer began walking up to him, recognition dawned. He hadn’t seen Johnson in over two years, and they hadn’t done anything for ONI since Lee’s last mission, and he hadn’t missed it a bit.

“Robert! What in blue blazes are you doing over here?”

“Er, a little emergency came up, Harry. I need your help. It’s quite fortuitous you happen to be here right now. I need you to transport a civilian informant we have kept under wraps in the witness protection program back to Santa Barbara. Federal Marshals will be waiting there to take custody of him when you dock, he has valuable testimony to give and this must be done very quietly and discreetly. He must be kept safe. He isn’t dangerous and doesn’t need to be guarded, just put him in one of your guest cabins and feed him. I promise you, he won’t give you any trouble.”

“Why can’t you fly him back? Wouldn’t that be quicker, and just as safe and discreet? I am somewhat aware of the top level security measures the United States Air Force has in place, you know.”

“Uh, he’s afraid to fly. Terrified, actually.”

“Has it occurred to you he may be just as terrified to be on a submarine? He may become claustrophobic, or . . .

“He’s been on a submarine before, Harry. He’s former Navy, that’s why ONI is involved. He’ll be fine.”

“I’m not about to stand here in the middle of the night and debate the issue with you, Robert. Since we set sail for home in the morning I guess it’s not a problem. Is he here now? Is he in the car?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, get him out; I’ll have someone escort him on board.” Nelson turned to walk back to the gangplank, but Johnson wasn’t done yet.

“Er, Harry, could you possibly have him brought in through your rear cargo hatch, instead of being paraded through your control room?”

Nelson turned and glared at him. “I hope you aren’t saying that because he can’t do the ladders! He can’t be on board a submarine if he can’t do the ladders! Is he injured in some way?”

“No, not at all, not at all. It’s just a security measure. I want as few people as possible knowing he is onboard.”

“Robert, you do remember that every one of my crew has top level security clearance, don’t you?”

“Certainly, that’s one of the reasons I’m asking you to do this.”

“Robert, even after everything that has happened, you still continue to be a big pain in my six. And don’t think I will EVER forget that you didn’t come to Lee’s memorial service, as loyal and devoted as he was to you. My Captain died following your orders, and you wouldn’t even pay your final respects to him. Bring your man over to the cargo hatch before I change my mind. I’ll get someone to meet him. And I want you to know I am only doing this because Lee would want me to. I, however, am going back to my bunk. Good night, Robert.”

When he got back down to the control room, he motioned Ridings into the nose. “We’re taking on a top level classified passenger. I need you to go down to the cargo hatch and bring him on board, and put him in one of the guest cabins. Then go wake up Doc and have him check the man out, I want to be sure he’s fit for submarine travel before there’s a problem. Tell him to report to me in the morning if anything is wrong. There’s to be no mention of this to anyone at this time, don’t put it in the log, and tell that to Doc as well. Dismissed.”

“Sir, yes Sir.” Well, this was something he had never done before. He wished he knew what was going on.

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Ridings couldn’t believe the civilian had actually asked for permission to come on board before he would enter the cargo hatch. He helped the man carry his gear on board, and put him in Guest Cabin A, the best one that they had. He then bid the man a good night and went to wake up Doc. Was that all he was supposed to do? It was all the Admiral had asked him to do.

The Admiral got back into his bunk. He supposed he should have been more hospitable to the man, introduced himself and escorted him to the cabin himself, asked if he needed anything. It was his submarine after all. I shouldn’t take it out on this man just because I’m angry with Robert. Well, he’d make amends in the morning. Damn you, Robert. Why can’t you leave me and my boat alone?

Lee couldn’t believe he was back on Seaview. From the second he stepped onto the deck in the cargo hatch, he felt a thrill shoot through him. He looked around the guest cabin. They sure hadn’t been expecting company. No sheets or pillow on the bed, no blanket. No towels or toiletries in the head, not even toilet paper! The man had introduced himself as Executive Officer Ridings. Did something happen to O’Brien? He had assumed the second officer had taken on the position of XO to Chip. Maybe this was the second shift Exec? Well, he remembered where everything was, he’d have to go help himself, since he wasn’t supposed to let anyone know he was on board. He opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. It was awfully quiet on board. He managed to get down to the supply room and get what he needed, the whole time resisting the urge to go down to the control room, or to go knock on Harry and Chip’s hatches. He was on his way back when he heard the jovial sounds of seamen returning from shore leave, or just a night out. He quickly turned off one corridor just as Kowalski was turning onto it from the other end. There was the briefest of eye contact between them, and Lee hurriedly went a bit down the corridor and got into the cabin, shut the light off, and locked the door. He stood there quietly inside the door. Guess I should have left my hood up and glasses on.

“I’m telling you Riley, it was the Skipper! I saw him turn right here, go right down this corridor! I know it was him! It looked like he was carrying a white sheet in his arms!”

“Ok ‘Ski, I think you had a little bit too much San Gria at the lovely senorita’s home. Let’s get you to your bunk. Are you sure he had the white sheet in his arms and wasn’t wearing it?”

“You can make all the fun of me you want, I know what I saw. It was the Skipper! I wasn’t even thinking about him, why would I suddenly see him?”

“So you think Captain Crane has come back to haunt us?”

“No, I think he’s come back home to his boat. There’s got to be something to all those sea stories about dead sailors returning to their boats, just to be there, not to scare anyone. You know how dedicated the Skipper was to Seaview, he loved her. Called her his Grey Lady.”

“Ok, “Ski, look, let’s go over this in the morning. We got to get some sleep. Maybe you’ll remember things differently then.”

“Fine, but I know what I saw, and what I saw it was the Skipper. Or his ghost!”

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He had his gear stowed and toiletries in the head, now to make up the bunk. He laughed to himself as he thought about the conversation he had overheard. Poor ’Ski. The quiet knock on the door threw him. He wasn’t supposed to see anyone yet. Maybe Johnson had told Harry after all. He put on his sunglasses and pulled the hood up over his head and opened the door a crack. “Yes?”

“Hello, Sorry to disturb you, I’m Doctor Jamieson, Seaview’s CMO. Admiral Nelson has ordered me to examine you, make sure you’re fit for submarine travel. This will only take a minute.”

Well, that made it clear Harry didn’t know he was on board. The only thing Lee could do was let him in. He opened the door and quickly turned away. This was going to be good.

“If you will just sit on the bunk for a minute, and I must ask you to remove your jacket so I can get an accurate BP reading. Why isn’t this bunk made up?” After Lee removed the jacket, Jamie proceeded to take his pulse and putting his stethoscope on, checked the man’s heart, then put the blood pressure cuff on him. What muscles! As a doctor, he liked to see men keeping themselves physically fit, it also kept them healthier. A moment later and, "You’ll have to remove your sunglasses. Are you having a problem with your eyes? Does the light bother them?” He switched his little light on as Lee took off his glasses. Jaime shined the light into Lee’s right eye first then the left one, then stood back and stared. Only one man had eyes like those. He knew those eyes. And he knew this man.

“I feel fine, Jamie.” Lee couldn’t help blurting it out, then he gave Jamie a big bear hug, and held onto him. One little sob escaped and he let go and turned away, trying to bring himself under control. He felt the doctor’s hand on his shoulder.

“My God, Lee. I . . . I never really believed you were really dead. Something told me you were still with us; I never even took your file out of my active drawer. Welcome home, Captain. Can we talk?”

“Something in Jamie’s voice made Lee turn around, and he saw the tears running down his friend’s face. He didn’t remember ever seeing the good doctor cry before.

First, Lee told him no one was supposed to know he was on board yet, so please don’t say anything. He told Jamie what Nelson had been told, and about how he had to get his own sheets and Kowalski saw him and believed him to be a ghost, Lee’s ghost. Jamie smiled at that one. Lee told him a little bit about what he had been through, where he had been. Jamie spent a few minutes bringing him up to date about the boat, the Institute, the personnel. He suspected all wasn’t a bed of roses between Nelson and Morton. Jamie was surprised that Lee knew nothing about what was being said about him. Lee’s only concern about his military reputation had been in regard to violating the disavow agreement, not being branded a traitor. This news hit him hard. Johnson had never mentioned it, probably never expected him to ever be home again to hear it. Jamie wished he had kept his mouth shut. He made sure Lee knew no one on Seaview or at the Institute believed any of it.

“So tell me Jamie, am I fit for submarine travel?”

“Of course you are Lee. It may have only been a cursory examination, I should still do some blood work, but you’re fine. And the few pounds you’ve put on make you look healthier than I’ve ever seen you. And you’ve obviously been working out. That small touch of gray in your hair makes you look quite distinguished.”

“Thanks, I think. Listen, if we aren’t leaving port until tomorrow morning, and it will take us a little while to reach international waters, what am I supposed to do about eating? You’ll be happy to know that along with my muscles I’ve also developed a healthy appetite. I can’t just walk into the wardroom.”

“We’ll work something out. Although that would be pretty spectacular. Are you hungry now? Do you want something? Come to think of it, I could use a sandwich myself. Put your glasses and hoodie back on and let’s go raid the galley. Maybe Cookie still has some of your beef barley vegetable soup in the deep freeze.”

They didn’t bump into anyone in the corridors, and when Jamie checked out the wardroom first he found it empty and motioned Lee in. They snuck in back and made themselves sandwiches, then poured out two glasses of bug juice. With Jamie carrying the tray, they started to head back to Lee’s guest cabin when Lee turned back. He decided to check out the freezer, he couldn’t get the beef barley soup out of his mind after Jamie had joked about it. “Nope, no beef barley soup in here,” he softly whispered to himself as he closed the freezer door and hurried to catch up with Jamie.

They made it back unnoticed, and actually had a good laugh about their little advenure as they sat and ate. Jamie started yawning and told Lee he would see him in the morning; he would bring him a breakfast tray to tide him over. They said their good nights, and at the hatch Jamie turned back to Lee. “I just can’t get rid of you, can I?” They both laughed.

The next morning Jamie decided to eat his own breakfast first in the wardroom before bringing Lee a tray. It was his usual routine, eating with Harry and Chip, so there would be no suspicion. While the three of them sat there eating, Kowalski came into the Officer’s Wardroom, and asked if he could please speak with them a moment, he was sorry to disturb their breakfast, but it couldn’t wait. He proceeded to tell them about the incident from just a few hours earlier. Nelson choked on his coffee, and Chip froze midair with a forkful of scrambled eggs on his fork halfway to his open mouth. “I know you think I’m crazy, Sirs, but I know what I saw. It was the Skipper, he’s back with us. Or his ghost is.”

Cookie had been standing nearby with the coffee pot, ready to refill the officer’s cups, and heard what Kowalski said. “You mean, you saw him too, ‘Ski? I thought I was dreaming! I woke up from a deep sleep remembering I forgot to take the sausage out of the freezer for breakfast this morning and when I came around the back corner of the galley I saw him closing the freezer door, saying ”There’s no beef barley soup in here.” He said it real quiet like, and then I stepped back around the corner into the shadows; I was shaking like a leaf. But then when I looked again, he was gone. When I woke up this morning, I figured it musta been a dream. Do you think it’s really the Skipper, Sirs?”

“A hungry ghost? That doesn’t sound like it could be Captain Crane’s ghost then. Well, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had a ghost on board Seaview. If it is the good Captain, at least this time we know it’s a good ghost. If either of you see him again, tell him to stop by my cabin, I want a word with him. Dismissed, gentlemen.” The Admiral chuckled to himself as he continued to butter his toast. Whoever came up with the phrase that sailors were a suspicious lot certainly got it right.

“Admiral, I feel hurt. How come he didn’t come to see either of us?” As much as the comment was made in a joking tone, Chip did manage to sound a little bit put out.

“I guess because we were sleeping. Hopefully, we’ll be wide awake the next time he materializes out of thin air.” The Admiral managed to say this in a sarcastic yet still joking way. He didn’t believe any of this one bit.

Jamie tried, but he absolutely could not contain himself any longer. “Materialize? Out of thin air? Gee, it was my understanding he walked in through the rear cargo hatch.”

Chip gave him a strange look, smiled a bit at the doctor’s weird sense of humor and then went on eating.

It took almost a full minute, then suddenly Nelson dropped his fork and sat bolt upright in his chair, turned white, and stared straight ahead, eyes as wide as saucers. Then he jumped up knocking over his chair, and ran out of the Wardroom.

Chip picked the chair up and looked at Jamie. “What do you think that was all about? What could be wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong Chip, it has to do with something that happened last night, or rather early this morning.” It certainly took Harry long enough to put two and two together! Although I could practically hear the pieces falling into place.

“What happened? I checked the log before I came down to breakfast, just like I always do. There was nothing in it unusual, and Ridings didn’t say a word to me. Do you think the Admiral is all right?”

“I think he is about to be better than he has been in a long, long time. Finish your breakfast.”

No, he’s not in this one. . . How could I have been so stupid? Nope, this one’s empty, too. After all this time, all he’s been through, and I totally ignored him! Not here either. Only one cabin left.

He threw open the last guest cabin hatch, and looked over at the sleeping man curled up on the bunk. It was all he could do to keep from screaming his name. He slowly walked over to the bunk and peered down, recognizing Lee’s dark curls, even with a touch of gray, his handsome profile and dark golden skin tone. He looked a bit older, a bit heavier, but it was LEE! My God, son, it is you. You’re alive. Welcome home, Lee. Thank you Lord, from all of us.

Harry quietly pulled out the desk chair and sat down, and went over his conversation with Johnson a few hours earlier, staring a Lee’s sleeping form the whole time. I should have realized it then, the pieces fit perfectly. I couldn’t see it because I was too busy reaming Robert out, when the whole time he had been keeping Lee safe. No wonder he wasn’t at the memorial service, he knew Lee wasn’t dead. I should have been suspicious from the start.

Harry wanted to stay there until Lee woke up, but had no idea how long that would be. Well, he wasn’t going anywhere. Harry decided to go back to the Wardroom, not sure what he was going to say to Chip, or the crew. He decided he better keep quiet until he spoke with Lee.

Jamie was still sitting in the Wardroom; Chip had already gone down to the Control Room. Harry poured himself another cup of coffee and sat down across from the doctor.

“Well, Harry? I’m relieved to see the color is back in your face. Did you find him? Is he awake yet?”

“No. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Lee was under orders not to reveal his presence until Seaview entered international waters. But of course he couldn’t hide it when I examined him. And he was too excited about seeing a familiar face again to want to hide it. Harry, do you have any idea what the man has been through?”

Jamie proceeded to give the Admiral an abbreviated version of everything Lee had told him earlier, including Lee not knowing anything about being branded a traitor.

“I’ll talk to him when he wakes up; make sure he knows he has nothing to worry about. And I’ll apologize for how I treated him last night. I think I’ll go back down there now.”

“Harry, I was going to take a breakfast tray to him, do you want to bring it down?”

“Good idea. Oh and by the way, since you examined him, how is he? I mean, other than being fit for submarine travel, obviously that’s no longer a concern.”

“Fine. And he’s put a bit of weight on, and a few muscles, too. I still want to do some blood work, but from what I saw last night, he is in excellent health.”

“That’s a relief. Look, don’t mention this to anyone, not just yet. Let me talk to him first.”

Harry stood in front of the hatch, tray in hand, trying to decide what he would say first. He finally figured he’d just have to play it by ear. He was about to knock, then realized Lee may still be sleeping. He quietly opened the door, the bunk was empty and the hatch to the head was closed. He put the tray down on the desk and sat down. Then he stood up again and started pacing. He heard the door open. Lee had been in the shower and only had a towel wrapped around him.

“Sir? Harry?”

Jamie was right. Lee had gotten into bodybuilding. Look at those muscles!

It turned out to be one of those times where words weren’t necessary. A great big bear hug, choked back sobs, glistening eyes. Then holding each other at arm’s length, both finally beginning to realize this was for real.

After Lee dressed, they sat and Harry talked while Lee ate his breakfast. Harry filled him in on everything he could think of, it would take a long time to get him completely caught up. Then, when Lee was done eating, it was his turn to talk, and he certainly did talk, non-stop for over an hour. At least a half dozen times he said he never expected to go home or even see a familiar face again. He still couldn’t believe it. Harry couldn’t believe the part about his sister inadvertently causing Lee to lose his waiter job.

Nelson asked him if he wanted a uniform to wear.

“Sir, I’m not sure I’m still in the Naval Reserves. Should I be in uniform?”

“Damn straight you should be, Captain. We’ll worry about the rest of it later. You know how I feel about my officers being on Seaview out of uniform.”

“Admiral, Chip is Seaview’s Captain now, and I won’t take it away from him. I would be happy just being at the Institute, maybe doing an occasional mission here and there.”

“Like I said Lee, we’ll work it out, after the trial. For now, my watch tells me we should almost be in international waters. How about I get you a uniform, and we take a stroll down to the Control Room. I’m sure you must be dying to go down there.”

“Harry, maybe you should say that another way, given the circumstances.”

They both laughed, and Harry left, hoping one of the spare uniforms in supply would fit Lee. He had to make a note to order him a new one, complete with fruit salad and scrambled eggs.*

They walked in through the rear hatch to the Control Room, Harry in front of Lee. Chip was facing them, on the far side of the charting table, head down checking their course. He wasn’t aware of the Admiral approaching with Lee behind him. When Nelson stopped at the near side of the table across from Chip, Lee stayed a bit behind him.

“Chip, have we entered into international waters yet?”

“Yes, Sir, about a . . . “ Chip looked up to speak to the Admiral, and saw Lee standing quietly next to him.

He stood there stunned a second, and then “Uh, he’s . . . it’s. . . there’s the gh-. . .”

Lee came around to the side of the table, leaned forward a little, looked Chip in the eye and . . .”BOO!”

Chip actually jumped back a little, and then stepped even further back hittting the bulkhead when Lee came around the table to hug him. Lee stopped a few feet in front of him, Chip looked terrified.

“What’s wrong, Chip? Surely you don’t believe I’m a ghost! It’s me, the real me!”

They stood there looking at each other, then Chip went from looking terrified, to looking confusion, to finally reaching out to gently touch Lee.

Nelson could see both men were getting ready to lose it. “Why don’t you two go to the nose, close the crash doors, and do some catching up. I’ll mind the store here.”

“Good idea, Sir,” Lee said as he started to walk that way, but changed his mind. “But first . . .” he walked over to where Kowalski was stationed, and put his hand on the first mate’s shoulder. ‘Ski looked up, jumped out of his chair and actually screamed. “Just wanted to say hi, ‘Ski. I don’t always wear my sheet.” He winked at Paterson sitting next to ‘Ski, both men had turned white as milk. Now, back to Chip.

He walked into the Observation Nose, closing the crash doors behind him. Chip turned to face him; Lee couldn’t quite make out the strange expression on his face. Maybe he was in shock?

“Chip, are you all right? I know this is a shock, the Admiral didn’t even know I was still alive or even on board until a little while ago. I was under orders not to reveal myself until Seaview was in international waters.” Lee went on talking to him, trying to explain everything to him. Chip just stood there staring at him. He didn’t look good. Maybe I should call Jamie. “Look, I’m not taking command back away from you, if that’s what you’re worried about. Can I get you something? Coffee, water? Chip, talk to me!”

Lee never saw it coming. A swift, powerful right cross that sent him flying against the crash doors. As he sat up, he saw Chip turn and lean into the glass windows. He saw his shoulders shaking and heard the loud sobs. Lee staggered up and tried to clear his head. And . . . and here comes the blood. He went over to the credenza under the coffee pot and grabbed some paper towels, and holding one to his nose he went and sat down. They both stayed like that for a good ten minutes. Chip finally pulled himself together and came over to Lee.

“I’m sorry. I just, lost it, I guess. I mean, all this time, couldn’t you have gotten a message out or something? Do you have any idea what we’ve been through?”

“I was in protective custody Chip, and it was as much for your protection as mine. It wouldn’t have been effective if anyone had known. The Admiral is just as furious.” He hated to lie to his friends, but Lee had decided with Johnson that this version of the truth would cause fewer hard feelings all around.” But you better believe I constantly argued with Johnson about it.”

“Is that still bleeding, do you want me to get Jamie?”

“Nah, its stopping. Now I remember why I never wanted to get you mad.” They both chuckled a bit, and Lee stood up and gave Chip the bear hug he had wanted to give him before. It only took a second before both men broke down in tears. After they each pulled themselves together, Lee let Chip talk, and talk he did, about everything. Everything from how hard it had been on him, how it had upset his parents, how he couldn’t stand being Captain. “Please, take back your command. We made a good team. I want things the way they use to be. And I want my best friend back.”

“That last one is a done deal, but as far as command goes, until I testify my status with the US Naval Reserves is up in the air. For now though, I need a place to live. I know it’s cramped, but can I stay with you in your apartment until I find out what’s going on in my life?”

“Lee, you can stay in the Master bedroom of the little seaside cottage I’ve been living in. I stay in the spare room. I couldn’t bear to sleep in your bed.”

“You- you mean you have my place? That’s wonderful! I thought it had been sold by now! I thought all my stuff was gone! Yes! I’m really going home now! And I want you to stay there. It may wind up being yours again anyway if I wind up in Leavenworth.”

“The Admiral will never let that happen, Lee. Never. Get it out of your mind. Look, you need to clean up, and it’s past my lunch time. Let’s go get something to eat and you can get some ice to put on that, it’s starting to swell. O’Brien should be back from his lunch by now so the Admiral can join us.” Chip opened the crash doors and they went over to the Admiral.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Uh, I tripped.”

Guess that thud agaist the crash doors was Lee landing against them. I suppose Chip had to get it out of his system. I know how he feels. Wait till I get my hands on Johnson.

Lee walked over to O’Brien and stuck out his hand. “It’s me, I’m alive. Heard you’re doing a fine job as Exec, I’m proud of you.” He smiled as they shook hands, then the three men walked down to the Wardroom. O’Brien just stood there watching them walk away. Nah. Couldn’t be. No way. Must be something in that tuna salad I just ate.

They were following the Admiral when CPO Sharkey came out of a cross corridor and started walking towards them. As unusual as it was, he hadn’t heard any of the scuttlebutt yet about the ghost. A moment later, they were picking him up from the deck. Chip ran into the wardroom and got water, Sharkey just leaned against the bulkhead staring at Lee, then he did the most unexpected thing. Stood stiff at full attention and saluted the Captain. Lee couldn’t remember him ever doing that before, and at first didn’t know what to say. Then, “At ease, Chief. It’s good to see you again.” Sharkey stayed at attention, unable to move, until the Admiral relieved him and suggested he go down to sickbay. He crumpled back against the bulkhead, just staring bewildered at Lee.

They walked into the wardroom, first the Admiral, then Chip, and Lee was last in line, just slightly out of Cookie’s sight. The Admiral smelled it first. “Cookie, is that beef barley vegetable soup I smell? You haven’t made that in years!”

“Well, Sir, I thought I’d better keep some on hand in the freezer, and maybe leave a bowl of it out at night. You know, just in case. . .well, you know, in case he comes back looking for it. . .I mean. . .the. . .you know, Sir, the gh-. .

“Hey Cookie, could I have some of it right now, is it done? It smells delicious!” Lee moved over right in front of him. Cookie hit the deck about 5 seconds faster than Sharkey had. Chip picked up the mic to call Jamie.

“Admiral, I think you better make an announcement about me over the PA. Jamie only has two bunks left now.”

“What? And ruin all this fun? This is better than Halloween! I’ve never been able to scare people the way you are now without even trying!”

“Very funny. Speaking of Jamie, I better get down there after lunch. He wanted to do blood work on me to bring my file up to date.”

“And just like that, you’re going? You aren’t going to make him chase you or threaten you?”

“Yeah, well, I guess I’ve even missed Jamie.” They all smiled.

************

“I appreciate you coming down on your own Lee, but while I take your blood, please, hear me out, I have to say this, get it off my chest. When are you going to realize you can’t save the world by yourself? You were lucky again this time, you finally got back in one piece. Someday, your luck is going to run out, the odds increase with every mission you take. You’ve done more than your share for God and country, it’s time to slow down, take fewer or safer missions if you can’t bring yourself to resign from ONI yet. You do realize that you are not only getting older, but some of your recurring injuries are ones that you will stop recovering completely from, they are accumulative, like concussions. Quit now while you still have enough life and health left in you to lead a long and productive life.”

“Jamie, I want you to listen carefully to what I have to tell you, and then forget it, because it’s classified information, but I know I can trust you and maybe it will make you understand. You think I can’t make a difference because I am only one man? I alone retrieved and transmitted intel I risked my life to get, and sacrificed my freedom and my reputation to do it. You want me to give you an example why Jamie? Let me make this personal, so you understand. The first test missile, containing a payload of the deadly biological gas that was expected to destroy all human life within a hundred mile radius, was to be launched from the Atlantic and targeted to land outside Port St. Lucy in Florida. Jamie, isn’t that where your daughter, her husband, and your four grandchildren live? Along with thousands of other innocent people? I can see by the look on your face that it is. So please don’t tell me again one man can’t do much. I may have to slow down a bit as I get older, but I won’t quit ONI as long as I can continue to make a difference.”

Epilogue

Lee walked into the courtroom through the right side doors opposite the end of the judge’s bench. He was in full dress uniform, and two Marine guards stayed close behind him. He stopped and saluted the flag, then proceeded to the witness stand, taking the two steps up and standing in front of the chair as the bible was put on front of him and he laid his left hand on it and raised his right.

“Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?”

“I do.”

“Please state your name for the record.”

“I am Commander Lee Benjamin Crane, United States Naval Reserves.”

This was the first time the general public was finding out Lee was alive. The commotion was incredible. The judge had to bang his gavel. “Order, there will be order in this courtroom.” It took almost a whole minute for things to calm down.

The prosecutor approached the witness stand. “Commander, it has been stated you were killed while trying to escape from the foreign prison you were being held in. I take it that is not true.”

“No Sir, it is not. They don’t shoot so well.” There was laughter in the courtroom.

“And what charges had they imprisoned you for.”

“Spying.”

“And were you spying?”

“No Sir, to me I was only investigating. I was on leave when I overheard two men, those two men sitting right there, talking about testing a new bio agent on unsuspecting American citizens. As an American Naval Officer sworn to protect my country and its citizens, I felt it was my duty to do everything I could to prevent this. I discreetly followed the men to a lab, and observed those four men sitting right there working in the lab, and speaking with the first two. There was a lot of paperwork laid out, and there looked like there was some confusion about something one of the scientists was trying to explain to the two men I had followed, and he motioned to them to follow him out. In a minute the other three scientists followed, and I saw my chance. First I took some pictures with my cell phone, then I grabbed all the notes and documents, two flash drives, a notebook and a laptop. I put them in a plastic bag I pulled out of the wastebasket, and took off. I ran as far and as fast as I could. Then I stopped and hid the bag and kept going. I kept running until I thought it was safe enough to stop and make a call to get help. If I had realized they were so close behind me I would have kept running.”

Laughter again in the courtroom. He knew he was coming across as an idiot. This certainly wasn’t the way it happened, but the terrorists weren’t about to incriminate themselves by correcting him.

“The next thing I knew, I woke up in a prison cell, where I remained for seven months. I won’t go into how I was treated or the torture I was subjected to, it’s not important to the case. One night they came to move me and I overheard I was to be executed, supposedly while trying to escape. All I’ll say about the rest is simply that the new holding cell they moved me to was not escape proof. I escaped and then was able to contact military authorities, and take them to where the evidence was hidden. It was obvious I was still being hunted, so I was put into protective custody for my own safety and the safety of others close to me, and in case my eyewitness testimony was needed. I can only speculate that it was to save themselves any embarrasment that they annnounced they had executed me after I had already humiliated them by not only escaping but then couldn’t be found after they had fired so many shots at me. I’m sure they believed they had wounded me and that I was probably laying dead somewhere and would be founs eventually. But what I did, I did on my own, in the beginning, not as any agent of the United States Government. It was a matter of conscience and doing my duty, and I’d do it all again.”

“Commander, I will point to and name each man you have pointed to, and will you please, for the record state that you saw each man in the lab.”

After all six men were identified, Lee was dismissed. As he was about to step down, the Judge called him back, stood up and saluted him, and then shook his hand. Good work, Commander. Your country is proud of you.”

“Thank you Sir, that means a great deal to me.”

************

Lee sat back from his laptop, back again in his den at home. He’d finally finished bringing his journal up to date; so much had happenned so fast, and in such a short period of time. He had to add his coming home, what all his friends had been through, along with the trial and his eventual reinstatement. All the men involved had been sentenced to life without parole, thanks to Lee’s testimony.

He looked out the open window and felt the ocean breeze on his face. It was going to be a beautiful sunset. He had time for a walk down along the beach; it had been a long time. But he couldn’t get back too late. Seaview set sail early tomorrow morning and her excited Captain wanted to be well rested.

The End

*Military Slang: The plethora of ribbons and medals on the chest of a dress uniform is called a “fruit salad,” because of the colorful variety of decorations against the plainness of the dress uniform. The gold decorations across the bill of a Navy officer's hat are referred to as "scrambled eggs.”

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