“That’s good. All links shouldn’t be seen by all Brothers. You take care with that.”
I nod. “Do we have protocol for it?”
He looks at Cort so I do and I’m surprised he’s watching us. “Yeah. Amal, send who can see what hologram boards to Julius at SOAR.” He must get an answer because he nods. “Basically, it’s who works on the sheets. If it’s Ops, IT, controls and the Officers. We show them in meets if it’s needed but no one else gets a link for it.”
I nod. “I’ll remember, Boss. I count everything as classified unless I’m told different. I was held in contempt once for redacting a report the judge requested.”
He smiles. “Good. Do that and we’re all safer. This is war time Ops I haven’t seen before. She went into the building to rescue kids.”
I nod. “She’s initial firepower. Once it’s under control, the drones and Blackhawk slide into Security to keep her chopper, the ground team and mission secure. They’re all aviators, medic, navigators, sniper and everything Delta, SEAL and Green Beret can think of. They’re IT too. They built the room themselves.”
Sarah is watching us nodding away. “We’re not all Night Stalker anymore but you got it right, Colonel. The Night Stalker name stuck when we moved to the classified team. The Major left it so we call everyone on the team Night Stalkers. They’re more too but never trained at 160.”
I nod in approval to her. “Classified needs to stay Classified. We don’t need more and Badass gets it. They’re never going to ask.”
Cort smiles. “This is going to work well. You get all the military. How do you know their training?”
“I did a lot of the TIG training to get the colonel rank. It’s how I was able to follow Bravo’s physical training easily. I’d done similar but not on any base. We weren’t required on the base in Virginia.”
He nods, but I see has questions. His head shakes quick and he turns toward the room. “Did Alder work in here?”
I smile. “He’s going to build it for the ABSZ IT aerial floor. They do drones from there he said.”
He nods. “Show me how this works with no boards.”
Sarah moves but Mase stops her. “I got it. Echo, replay SOAR/Badass Ops Libya.”
“Replaying now, VP Mase Blackhawk.”
Mase smiles at Cort’s surprise. “Just VP Mase, Echo.”
The chopper sounds start and I sit back down. Watching this twice doesn’t work for me so I look for the next job and pull objective.
Chapter Four
Three days
SOAR
Julius
The movement to my side has me turning away from my new board. The utilities are Badass but I don’t know this Brother. He must be the new VP but he doesn’t have a cut on. He smiles and I know he’s our new VP. “Julius Ross? Tito’s boy?”
I stand in front of my new board and turn full on so he gets all my attention while I deliver what I don’t really want to share. “I never met him but I’m told he was a good man.” The line is getting old.
He nods seriously. “Sorry, I didn’t know. You look like a picture I’ve seen of Tito, Vince and Pres Ben James.”
I smile. “I’ve been told of it. There’s one in Colorado that Pres Jinx said I need to see.” He said my eyes are an exact washed-out blue color like my dad and uncle. The old pictures don’t really show it well or at all.
“I can take you up to the mansion. We landed there last night.” He offers with his head tilted as if he’s distracted.
I already like him. “I’ll fly us.”
He smiles focusing on me. “Good, I don’t fly. I’m control, IT, ground and a Protector but I’m not on Ops here.” Oddly enough, determination can be heard in there as if he’s making a pledge.
“That sounds like it’s important.”
His eyes close. “It is to me. Logan Done from Vermont MC, originally a Prince but the last three years a VP in Vermont working as their only Protector with ability. The President sent me out for everything, whether it was a threat or to get by security so he could intimidate people. I’m glad to be gone. I haven’t been to many Clubs and don’t know how it worked here. You have more Clubs than the north in close proximity. I was born a Prince, worked Mass then Vermont.” Born a Prince says so much and sounds as dignified and honorable as the Princes I know are through and through.