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Rogue Operation

Laylana, Mason, and the rest of the Deep Secret team were back in Panama City, Panama. The interdiction and rescue mission was a success.

The lives of thirteen young women—described as a baker’s dozen on the unindexed web—had been forever changed. Deep Secret dropped them off at a shelter in Carabobo, Venezuela. Calls were made. Evidence was provided through anonymous tips. The team made it back to the "Super Goose" seaplane and returned to Away 6.

Laylana stood at the living room window in her apartment thinking about the mission and its outcome. She was mostly satisfied.

The night before, Mason and Laylana had called Deputy Assistant Director Cal Davis, the official to whom the team reported.

“Mission accomplished,” Mason reported.

Cal Davis replied, “Enough said. There’s no report on this one. It didn’t happen.”

“I know that.” Mason looked at Laylana and smiled.

“This is off the record,” Cal added. “I can see to it that Gavin has access to everything coming out of your ops theater. You can let me know if anything prompts… Call it going for ice cream. I can’t authorize it. If the CIA is part of the op and it goes wrong, you’ve just started an international incident.”

“You’re not saying don’t go?”

“What you do when you’re off duty is up to you,” Cal replied. “If you go for ice cream, leave Aunt Judy out of it, and don’t carry any IDs that lead back to Langley.”

“Understood,” Mason replied. “So, you’re on board with all this?”

Cal answered almost instantly. “I like ice cream. Doing the right thing is sometimes more important than doing things the right way. Being morally correct should come before politics and bureaucracy. Ice cream is morally correct.”

“Then we’ll look for ice cream.”

“Well, I might need to send you for ice cream at some point… just an option…” Cal paused. “Do you need anything?”

Mason looked at Laylana. “Actually, we’ve been talking. We need a ShinMaywa US-2 amphibious aircraft.”

A few seconds of silence passed before Cal answered. “I’ll need to revise the office supplies line item in my budget.”

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