CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Highlander, General McCoy, Dominick, and every person they had at their disposal, including Tex, who was now in the room with them, the teams HR guy Brody, and Beth, who was on screen from San Antonio were all going over all the information that they had gotten from Kathy about Cyrus Placid, his mother, and several other of the women that David Pratt had affairs with that resulted in children.
“If I remember correctly, Dad was a military history buff. He was all about doing his duty for God and country, even it if it was bullshit,” Dominick remembered as he looked up from the papers he was reading.
“Ok,” Captain Irby slowly said, looking over at Dominick in confusion.
“He’s right. I remember Laura talking about that. It was during one of our cases when we were trying to find the location of one of the human trafficking rings. The suspect was a huge military buff and conspiracy theorist. California has several abandoned military bases,” York remembered, snapping her fingers at the memory.
“Shit I forgot about that. I remember overhearing a conversation between my dad and Adamson years ago about how abandoned bases around the country would be perfect hideouts because no one goes near them and so many are not in use. No one would think to look there, and some are still considered military property so the police couldn’t go on them without the MPs with them.” Dominick remembered it as well.
“What bases do we have near here that would be considered a good hiding place?” Captain Irby pulled out her phone to find the answer.
“Georgia Air Force Base,” General McCoy answered at the same time Wolf and Tex did.
“That’s the closest one to us. It’s in San Bernardino. It’s been abandoned since the Cold War with Russia when it was still considered the USSR,” Dominick remembered the facts his father had fed him.
“I thought part of the base was still in use?” Diesel looked around the room at all the military guys.
“Some of the hangers and the air strips are during drill weekends. Some areas are still used for training ops. For the most part it’s abandoned. Some areas are considered toxic because of the radiation levels and toxic water and stuff,” Tex answered Diesel, looking up the information he could find about the base.
“That would be the perfect hiding place. What do we know about this Cyrus asshole? Isn’t that the name Serenity gave you guys?” General McCoy asked York.
“Well, he’s definitely David’s son. He was trained by the government. His mother’s name is Deanna Placid. She was never married. Only has the one child, Cyrus. Not much is known about her since she doesn’t have much of a footstep online or anywhere. Cyrus joined the Marines and served in Recon. Tried out a couple of times for Raider but failed. He was recruited by the CIA upon David and Adamson’s recommendation after a pretty nasty op that he was on. Was trained as a wet worker there. He wound up leaving the agency a few years ago when he was reprimanded for going off the books on some assignments before he was declared AWOL,” Tex informed the group as he looked at some information he was looking at.
“I thought the agency tended to eighty-six agents who went rogue like that?” Alexis Rameriez asked as she looked over at Tex in confusion.
“They usually do. Something tells me the agency hasn’t because they are keeping him on the books for something else. I wouldn’t be surprised if the senator himself has something to do with that,” General McCoy explained without looking up from the paperwork he was looking at.
“Which one?” Dominick asked McCoy, trying to keep up with his trail of thought.
“Which one was my daughter married to?” General McCoy fired back when he looked over at Dominick.
“Good point. Would make sense since they forced Laura to marry that asshat. I know the father or uncle served with Dad. It was all part of some deal they had.”
“When I was here for the training operation we did with the Marines years ago, I remember there were five of them that were always together even thought they were different areas of the Marines. There was Pratt, Adamson, Whitetower, Harris, and I think his name was Chromeberg or something like that. Pratt, Adamson, and Whitetower were the main ones I saw from time to time. All thought they were better than everyone else and would get their asses on their shoulders when my guys would outmaneuver them every time,” General McCoy remembered as he looked over at Dominick.
“Sounds like Dad and Adamson. I don’t know much about Whitetower. He never really came around. At least not to the house. Never heard of Chromberg’s name.”
“Found her. There’s a section of the Georgia base that showed no activity for years, even during training ops. Now it’s got power and movement in and out,” Tex spoke excitedly as his fingers flew over the keyboards.
“Shit. They would operate in the US so that these guys can’t operate,” Raso grumbled as she looked over at Highlander.
“Who says they can’t?” General McCoy smirked at Raso before looking at his boys. “Highlander, is it?”
“Aye, sir.” Highlander looked over at the General skeptically.
“Your brothers that are here in this room, what do they do?” General McCoy asked, looking over at the men in question.
“SAS, General. My da is retired SAS. The others are active-duty SAS. Only my brother Mike is with ye unit. I’m stationed here in Coronado as a SEAL. My brother Bryson is DEVGRU and Marcus over there is Raider, sir,” Highlander pointed each brother out and his father as he informed the General of what they all did.
“Perfect. Commander Hurt, what say you and I make some calls and have a training op set up with these boys. We use that training op to cover up the real fun that’s about to be had by everyone finding my daughter.”
“Gentlemen, let’s go call your Commanding Officers and get this party started.” Commander Hurt smirked as he walked out of the room with General McCoy.