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“Could be, but …”
“I understand. Don’t trust, and verify.”
“Yep. What else do you have?”
“Dude is trying to determine what satellites fly over during the times of the attacks and who would have access to each of them as they fly over. A needle in a haystack search, but if anyone can find what we need, it’s Dude and Tink.”
“Do you need anything else?”
“Honestly, I didn’t know we needed what Dude had requested.” Which was the truth. Dude was in charge of keeping them supplied, so it didn’t surprise him that he’d made a requisition for the supplies he thought the camp needed.
“Do you approve the request?” Jacob asked.
“Always.” He was positive the camp could use everything Dude had requested. The only question was … “Where are you shipping them?”
“Al-Tanf Garrison. It would be a long day, and you’d need to take drivers for the vehicles.”
“That can be worked. There’s enough staff here, so I’m sure we can manage. When will it be in country?”
Alpha made a humming noise. “It looks like four days. I’ll give Dude the exact time and date.”
“Copy that. In the meantime, I’m working with the militia. The man in charge seems amenable to instruction, but it’s still early. I’m not counting on total cooperation.”
“See, you can be taught.”
“No offense meant, but screw you, Uncle Jacob.”
Jacob’s laughter was loud and clear. “None taken. How’s the team?”
“Everyone is fine.”
“Good to know. Take care, kid. Whatever it takes.”
“As long as it takes.” Ronan cleared the call and then tapped his piece, alerting Dude, who came online immediately.
“What do you need, Skipper?”
“You to tell me when I’m requesting six trucks and a fuck-ton of supplies.”
Dude laughed. “Yeah, sorry about that. When I couldn’t figure out how to get one of our transports over you without getting them shot down, I ordered them. Sorry about that.”
Ronan chuckled. “No worries this time, just don’t leave my ass hanging out there like that again.”
“You got it,” Dude acknowledged. “I’m balls deep in satellite information and have more to go through before I can even attempt to narrow down who might have access to the machinery. I’m surprised there isn’t a cosmic freeway disaster up there. I had no idea there were so many. I just cared about the ones we use.”
“Do what you have to do. I know you’re not sluffing on us.”
“No way in hell, Skipper,” Dude pledged. “Need anything else?”
“Yeah, add about ten or fifteen tents to that order, will you?”
“Not enough accommodations over there?”
“Not even close.”
“What size do you need?”
“Ten as big as you can get. Five personal sizes.”