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Cal grunted, taking down notes as well. “Why do we need you?”
Driscoll snorted. “Because I’m damn good at radio, electronics, and know how to use a Raven.”
“So do I,” Cal said. As SEALs, the Raven drone was indispensable tool. It was as a large as the bird it was named after, flew silently above the enemy, and gave them lap top real time video on what it was seeing below where it flew.
“My strength is communications,” Jack told Butch. “You know that better than most. I can call in an airstrike if that’s what it takes. I’m the only one with with forward air controller training and experience.”
Butch nodded. “It’s a good, small team with strengths, and no weaknesses. You also need a medic and Kazak can fulfill that role as well. He also can translate Russian to the three of you, if necessary. I think you have everything you need.”
“Satellite?” Cal demanded. “Can you get the use of one?”
“I can once we find out where the hell they’ve taken her.”
Jack sat up. “What about comms traffic? Can you get your hands on a satellite that’s listening to all cell phone, land line, and handheld radio traffic communications?”
“It’s already done,” Butch told them. “Got a high up in the Air Force who runs that north-south satellite. I’ve got him positioning it from La Jolla all the way down to Central and South America on the Pacific side.”
“Have they got the names of the players?” Cal demanded.
“Some,” Butch said, “but I need all of them.” He looked directly at Alex who was sitting at the other end of the table. “Kazak, you want to start peeling off names of the leaders you know about. Any soldier’s names. Anyone else you can think of.”
He nodded. “Of course. Do you have a Russian translator who is working with this satellite?”
“I’m getting her. My Air Force connection knows the bastards will be speaking in Russian to one another. I’m going to give you an email address for this woman who is supposed to arrive at Vandenberg Air Force Base shortly. She’s been tasked to stay on this electronic surveillance until we can locate Sky.”
“That is good to hear. I will write all the names down. Give them to you?”
“No, you’re going to type them into a computer.”
Alex’s faced folded. “I am not so good at typing, Master Chief.” He held up his large, square hands. “Big, awkward fingers.”
“I’ll do it,” Lauren volunteered, looking over at Master Chief. “I type nearly two-hundred words a minute. We’ll get it done in no time.”
“Wow,” Jack murmured. “You never told me you were that fast.”
Lauren wrinkled her nose. “I’m a sniper, not a damned office pogue, Driscoll.”
There were titters around the room, and it broke some of the tension.
“Guess she put you in your place,” Cal told Driscoll drily.
“I cannot even imagine hands flying that fast over a keyboard,” Alex admitted, giving her a look of astonishment.
“You have to strap in or you’ll fly out of your seat, Kazak,” Lauren deadpanned.
There was more laughter at Alex’s expense, but the Ukrainian gave everyone a goofy grin and a good-natured shrug.
“Okay, let’s focus,” Butch muttered.
Everyone instantly became serious.
“Alex, where are Alexandrov’s safe houses? Places he goes to torture unfortunate victims? Or places he visits on vacation?”
“I do not know all of them, Master Chief. I heard Vlad say his father liked his villa in the state of Guerro, Mexico. He has a villa in Oahu, in the Hawaiian Islands. I know he lives in New York City, in a penthouse in Manhattan.”
Butch wrote them down. “Where else?”
“I do not know. I wish I did.”
