“Yes sir, I concur. A stockpile of arms and ammunition is coming to them from somewhere. I believe they are waiting for more attacks until they have their stash successfully delivered.”
“Keep me posted.” The commander turned, leaving before I had a chance to return salute.
Spending hours decoding and working intelligence had moments of tedious boredom. But, gleaning information was my specialty. I established some cred when I rerouted a unit of troops away from a suddenly hot situation. They knew I watched their backs, launching my role as guardian.
“Guardian!” The voice boomed through my headset.
“Speaking of bathrooms, have you made it to the kitchen?” We spoke in code, trying to stay one step ahead of the spies listening to our transmissions.
Pizza and beer let me know the guys needed supplies upon their return to command post. I didn’t know how they survived living out on the streets. I just knew I admired them for it. “Copy, over.” We limited our communications when we expected a horrible surprise. Something was going on and I had to figure out the details before someone got hurt.
I have adult content available as: Davee Jones began a career in the counseling field with her M.Ed. She then diversified and began work for the federal government.