Hunt the Falcon by Don Mann, Ralph Pezzullo

do was find the landlord and kick the shit out of him. But he knew he couldn’t do that.
    So later that night he posted bail and drove his father back to his apartment, where they ordered takeout Chinese. The next morning he accompanied him to the courthouse, where the judge dismissed the charges because the landlord had forced his way into Carla’s apartment without a legal eviction notice.
    Crocker was sitting across from his dad at Applebee’s, waiting to meet Carla and order lunch, when his cell phone rang. It was Captain Sutter’s executive officer, telling him to return to the command as soon as possible.
    So he climbed into his truck and drove as fast as he could down I-95, listening to Dave Brubeck, who had just passed away one day before his ninety-second birthday. As he arrived at the SEAL Six compound, Paul Desmond’s alto sax solo in “Three to Get Ready” was still playing in his head. Sutter’s XO looked annoyed as he walked with him down a hallway past framed photos of former COs. Sutter and Jim Anders stood waiting in the conference room with a man and woman in suits.
    As soon as Crocker entered, Sutter said, “Sit down, Crocker. This is urgent.”
    â€œSorry I was delayed, sir. I was dealing with a family matter.”
    â€œWhat we’re about to discuss involves you and Black Cell. We need to know if you and your men are going to be able to deploy immediately.”
    â€œYes, sir. The family matter’s been handled,” Crocker said, even though he had doubts. He also wasn’t sure about Cal’s mental state, since he hadn’t spoken to him since the incident in Kanchanaburi.
    Jim Anders cleared his throat, puffed out his chest, and started. “Nice work in Thailand, but the Thais are angry.”
    â€œI understand,” Crocker countered. “The firefight, explosion, and fire couldn’t be avoided. We attempted to surprise the terrorists, but things didn’t go as planned.”
    â€œI said, nice work.”
    Crocker tended to be overly defensive about criticism from Langley. “Thanks.”
    Anders looked at Captain Sutter, who was seated at the head of the table and said, “We’ll hold a hot wash later. There’s also the matter of the Afghan major you detained at OP Memphis.”
    Crocker sat up. “Sir.”
    â€œIn my opinion you’re right about him, Crocker. But the disciplinary committee in Kabul wants a formal statement from you. When you have time, draft one. Include the reasons you became suspicious, what you saw, and the circumstances of his arrest.”
    â€œYes, sir.”
    â€œNow, let’s focus on the task in front of us.”
    Anders took this as his cue. “Yes,” he said, pointing to his male companion, who dimmed the lights. A Smart Board illuminated on the front wall. On it appeared photos of the four terrorists who had died at Kanchanaburi.
    The female CIA officer, wearing a blue blouse and a tight black jacket and skirt, stood up and spoke in a clipped voice. “I expect you recognize these men, Warrant Officer Crocker.”
    â€œYes I do,” he answered.
    A fifth photo appeared on the board—that of the man they had captured and turned over to the Royal Thai Police.
    â€œThis man claims to be Tino Farris. We’ve learned that his real name is Javad Mokri, and we believe he’s the one who assembled the bombs in Thailand.”
    â€œThe Thais are still holding him?” Crocker asked.
    â€œAffirmative. And he refuses to talk.”
    Two of the three passports on the screen were partially burned. “All five of these individuals traveled to Thailand on Venezuelan passports,” she continued. “We think they’re part of the Quds Force Unit 5000 team operating out of Venezuela. And we have reason to believe they’re planning more attacks against U.S. assets overseas and possibly even terrorist attacks inside the United