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"To get this guy back, we're going to need a team," Castillo said. "Maybe more than one. But at least one. And choppers to move them around. Choppers equipped with both a good GPS and one of your wonderful radios."
"Well, now that they've started giving the 160th what they need," Casey said, "they've got pretty good GPS equipment-"
"What's the 160th?" Mullroney interrupted.
"I'll tell you when you can ask questions, Charley," Lorimer said.
"The 160th is the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment, Mullroney," Castillo said, and turned to Casey. "But the problem there is I can't use their helicopters."
"Why not?" Lorimer asked.
"I'll tell you when you can ask questions, Lieutenant," Castillo said seriously, waited for that to register on Lorimer's face, then smiled. "Hold the questions, Eddie, until your leader is finished."
"Yes, sir."
"The 160th has all the latest equipment," Castillo said. "Which we would have trouble getting into Paraguay and/or Argentina-just physically getting them down there-and even if we could do that, they would stick out like sore thumbs. We're going to have to do this black."
Castillo saw that Mullroney had opened his mouth as if to ask a question and then after a quick glance at Lorimer had changed his mind.
"Black means secretly, covertly, Mullroney. Nobody knows about it," Castillo explained. "Which means we're going to have to use Hueys."
"Where are you going to get Hueys?" Torine asked. "And how are you going to get them down there black?"
"Moving right along," Castillo said. "While I am figuring out where to get Hueys, and how to get them down there black, I thought I would send Munz, Lorimer, and Mullroney down there right away-"
"I guess I don't get to go?" McGuire interrupted.
"Tom, you'll be more useful in Washington," Castillo said.
"I guess," McGuire said, sounding disappointed.
"But keep your bag packed," Castillo said. He went on: "And on the airplane, if I can keep abusing Frank's generosity, there will be two-preferably three-ground versions of the radios. There's two-old models-down there already, and we're going to need at least two more in Paraguay. Plus, I just thought, operators for same. You'll probably have to stop by Bragg to pick them up, Jake."
"Not a problem," Torine said.
"The ones you have in South America still working?" Casey asked.
"You heard me talk to Argentina yesterday," Castillo said.
Casey nodded, then offered, "I think there's a half-dozen new models waiting to be shipped to Delta, to General McNab, at Bragg-"
"Think about that, Frank," Castillo said, stopping him. "Maybe there's only three waiting to be shipped to General McNab. The other three have mysteriously disappeared. If that was the case, I won't have to get on my knees and beg him for any."
"If he finds out, he's not going to be happy."
"I devoutly hope he never finds out," Castillo said. "But a bird in hand is worth two in the bush." He looked at Lorimer. "You may want to write that down, Lieutenant."
"Yes, sir," Lorimer said, and took a notebook from his pocket and started writing in it.
Torine and McGuire shook their heads. Mullroney appeared to be confused.
Casey chuckled and said, "It'll take me a couple of days to come up with-what did you say, four?-sets of GPS and that many aviation radios, maybe a little longer for them."
"All contributions gratefully-"
"Yeah, yeah," Casey interrupted impatiently.
He took a cellular from his pocket and pushed a speed-dial key.
