The Bonner Incident: Joshua's War by Thomas A Watson, Michael L Rider Page B

Moore asked cutting his eyes at Winters.
    “Transfer them out,” Winters said turning to Moore. “But before they leave, remind them they signed a nondisclosure.”
    Nodding, as he raised his eyebrows impressed with her suggestion. Moore turned to Griffey. “That would work, Griffey.”
    “Do it,” Griffey snapped.
    Holding up the report from the two surviving members of the team as he read, Wagner leaned back in his chair. “We have any idea what was on those screws?”
    “One is being flown to Washington for analysis,” Winters said passing Moore a note.
    Seeing the note, Griffey looked at Winters. “This isn’t grade school, Moore thinks highly of you, so just ask?”
    Reading the note, Moore nodded at her. “Winters was just saying, we need to get to the site and process it as soon as possible.”
    “Choppers will lift off at first light, if the weather holds,” Wagner said.
    Turning to Wagner with a grin, “So, are you coming to evaluate the scene with us?” Winters asked.
    “Yes, he is,” Griffey said snatching up an ink pen. “So, out of a ten-man team, only two survived?”
    Moore turned to Winters and nodded. “Yes, but that’s only because he let two go,” Winters said looking at her notes. “Looking at the map and aerial photos, I’m sure Mr. Anderson could’ve shot them, especially since they were crawling. From his elevation, I have little doubt he could see them.”
    “So why?” Griffey asked looking at Moore who reached over, patting Winters’ arm for her to answer.
    “To spread fear among the search teams,” she said looking up at Griffey. “Since we are denying that he blew up our first command area, Anderson is letting others escape.”
    “Our teams are made up of federal agents who all have arrest powers, Winters. I know some will be scared, but not many,” Wagner snapped.
    Winters looked across the table. “So, the three hundred who suddenly said they were sick and couldn’t go out tomorrow to relieve the teams that are out, is a coincidence?”
    “Nobody gets sick call unless I approve it,” Griffey said.
    Moore shook his head, “Griffey, you can’t rule them with an iron fist, they work for us.”
    “And they will work,” Griffey spat. “Now,” he said opening a folder up. “I’ve been able to call in an expert wilderness tracker, Giles Burton. He will be here in a few hours and will go out with you in the morning.”
    “Giles Burton? The guy on that reality TV show who chases people around the woods?” Moore asked as Winters' mouth dropped open.
    “Yes, I’m told he is good,” Griffey said. “He also chases them around mountains and deserts. If a group can evade him for ten days, they get a million dollars. For the two seasons he’s been on, nobody has collected.”
    “Griffey, it’s reality TV, it’s make-believe,” Moore said.
    Closing the folder, Griffey passed it to Moore. “He was a game guide in Africa for three years, then a hunting guide in Alaska for a year.”
    Taking the folder, Moore opened it up. “Then he sucks. A good guide in Alaska can pull down a hundred thousand a year and those in Africa can make more.”
    “He’s tracked fugitives before,” Griffey said as Winters leaned over to read the folder.
    “Ah, yeah,” Moore said pointing at a paragraph, dragging his finger along as he read and then looked up. “He found a man half-starved in Texas who had no outdoor experience.”
    Snorting, Winters stifled a giggle. “He gets all book and movie rights for doing this?”
    “Yes, but we get to approve the book, so he must leave out some of our aspects,” Griffey said.
    “I like it,” Wagner said. “I request that one of my response teams accompany him.”
    “He will only allow five and they must be physically fit,” Griffey said with a nod.
    With a huge grin, “I’ll choose them personally,” Wagner said.
    Moore looked up, trying not to laugh. “Well, Griffey, at least you made him sign a waiver releasing us from