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That seemed to satisfy him and he pulled a folder from his drawer. The purpose of this meeting wasn’t to talk about Joe Maslick but to find a temporary replacement for Coleman on the ops side. Rapp wasn’t particularly optimistic, but it was something he was going to have to face. Sitting around and hoping for Coleman to miraculously heal wasn’t working out.
“I think we’ve put together some solid candidates,” Nash said. The hint of nervousness in his voice suggested that he wasn’t sure Rapp would agree.
“Go ahead.”
“Let’s kick it off with Gary Fielder.”
“The guy with brain damage?”
“It’s not brain damage, Mitch. He has a congenital neurological condition that makes it impossible for him to feel fear. It’s a thing. People have written papers about it.”
“No.”
“That’s it? No? Gary’s a solid operator with years of combat experience.”
“I can anticipate what a brave soldier will do in a given situation,” Rapp said. “But someone who can’t even conceptualize fear? Unpredictable.”
“But—”
“Move on.”
“Fine. You don’t want Gary, forget Gary. Anthony Staton.”
“How old is that guy?”
“Not as old as Scott.”
“Weren’t his hips shot?”
“Got a replacement. You’re still due for a knee.”
Rapp shook his head. “I’ve got nothing but respect for Tony, but you’ve picked the only guy on the planet who’s full of more lead than me.”
“I figured you’d say that, but it was worth a shot. Pun intended. Here’s an out-of-the-box one. The Japanese said they’d lend us Yoshi. Don’t tell me that guy isn’t solid.”
“He eats nails,” Rapp agreed. “But I can only understand about half of what he says and that goes to ten percent when he’s on a radio.”
Nash let out a long breath and shuffled through the folder for a few seconds. “So, I’m not going to be able to sell you Chet Washington.”
“No.”
“Or Seth.”
“Hell no.”
“Brandon Tra—”
“No.”
Nash closed the file. “I get the feeling you’re doing this to me on purpose.”
“If Scott’s replacement fucks up, you’ll be fine. But I’ll be dead.”
“Okay. Fair enough. What would you say if I told you I have an operator who’s so good that even you’d steer around him if you had the chance. Rudimentary Arabic, but pretty well-connected in the region. And as a bonus, he’s easy to get along with and speaks fluent Russian.”
“I’d say you have my attention.”
“Grisha Azarov.”
