A Day in the Life of Marine Captain Cross before the Zoastra Affair Part Twenty Two
The officer nodded. “Yes. He’s making an announcement in an hour. It’s why we were on our way back to search for you. We believe that the officers are inside the palace. We believe that the speech is about them.”
Cross nodded and signaled for his men to fall back. If the women had started a social revolution, than a judgment against them seemed imminent. They needed to get the women out of there fast.
“I read what you’re thinking, Cross,” Newman nodded. They both walked away from the rescue crew to discuss options.
“Splitting up is dangerous,” Newman said.
The man had read him. Cross vowed to work on his poker face in the future. “I agree, but a small group will have more success breaking in and getting out. I’ll take three men, go in, and you have the rescue waiting for the seven of us.”
“Grace would expect me to listen to you on this,” Newman said. “But this feels wrong.”
“Then we’ll make another plan.” Newman had good instincts.
“No, Cross. You’re right. I’ll ensure we can carry any injured, and that the evacuation is ready the instant we can go. Get her out of there.”
Instincts to be the hero for his wife. At least Peter recognized the issue and let go. Cross nodded. “General Aurelius would expect Lieutenant Mortlock back. I’m not letting him down.”
Newman locked eyes with Cross. “You wanted her for yourself not that long ago, captain.”
“I like my neck attached to my body, sir,” Cross retorted. Newman had no idea who he wanted. No woman satisfied him for long. And he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life washing dishes because of a woman.
Cross turned his mind to the mission. “I’m taking Gunner Arash and two more. He’s the best sharpshooter, as well as weapons expert of this bunch.”
They walked back to the men to explain the plan to the others. As Newman explained the exit strategy, he signaled communication line forty-two for all messages. Cross set his collar to the appropriate channel.