W.E.B. Griffin - The Corps IV - Battleground

"Yes, Sir."

"You have seen the spy movies, of course, where the sneaky little Jap with the buck teeth and the thick glasses has the plans for the latest aircraft carrier in his briefcase? And is foiled at the last moment by Commander Don Winslow of the U.S. Coast Guard?"

Moore chuckled. "Yes, Sir."

"Commander Winslow of the Coast Guard" was a popular children's radio program.

"Well, for openers, you couldn't get the plans for an aircraft carrier in a boxcar, much less a briefcase. And then, in the real world, I have come to know a number of Japanese Intelligence types who are as large as I am, have perfect teeth and eye sight, and are probably a lot smarter than I am. And I know from personal experience that our Intelligence, and Counterintelligence, fucks up by the numbers far more often than it works at all."

Moore looked at him, expecting Banning to be smiling. He was not.

"For example," Banning said, "all that effort by all those people to get you over here as soon as humanly possible was a waste of time, money, and airspace. I can't use you." He waited for a moment until that announcement had time to sink in, and then added, "Comment?"

Oh, shit! What happens to me now?

"I don't know what to say, Sir."

"But finding you and sending you here the way they did was sound, a good idea, and well carried out."

"Sir?" Moore asked, wholly confused.

"What I'm doing, what Special Detachment 14 is doing, in other words, is very important. Importance is normally judged by how many American lives can be saved, or how many of the enemy can be killed, by what you're doing. Are you still with me?"

"You're saying, Sir, in effect, 'damn the expense'?"

"Just about. When something important is at stake, you can't worry about what it costs, or anything else. So here you are, and I can't use you."

"Sir, what happens to me now?"

"I wondered when you were going to get around to asking that," Banning said. "One of two things: We send you down to the First Division, the initial elements of which just arrived in New Zealand. Your Japanese language skills can be put to good use there.''

"Yes, Sir."

"Or, we keep you here," Banning said.

"Sir, I thought you said you don't need me."

"You might be of value working for Captain Pickering, or more precisely, for an officer who works for Captain Pickering."

"May I ask doing what, Sir?"

"It has to do with intelligence, and it has to do with your knowledge of Japanese, and the Japanese culture."

"Sir, I don't understand."

"I said before, if you remember, that importance is usually judged by how many American lives can be saved, or how many of the enemy can be killed. Do you remember that?"

"Yes, Sir."

"What you would be involved in could literally affect the outcome of the war," Banning said evenly.

"I still don't understand, Sir."

"No, you don't. And I will not entertain any questions about what that is."

"Sir, I don't really..."

"That's the whole idea, Moore. You're not supposed to know what's going on. You would be expected to do what you were told, and not only not ask questions, but not try to guess. It's that important."

"Wow!"

"No romance. Nobody in a trench coat, but-and I tell you this because it would be self-evident-real world intelligence at the highest level. There would be a high degree of risk to you."

"May I ask how, Sir?"

"If I, or anyone else, ever learned that you had run off at the mouth about any aspect of this operation, you'll be shot. There would be no court-martial, nothing like that. The burden of proof of innocence would be on you. You would be shot out of hand, and your family would get a telegram from the Secretary of the Navy expressing his deep regret that you had been lost at sea. Something like that."

Moore, his eyes wide, looked at Banning for confirmation that he had correctly heard what Banning had just said.

"Yes," Banning said, reading Moore's mind. "I'm serious. Deadly serious, pun intended."

"Sir, when they took me out of Parris Island, they-Captain Sessions-led me to believe that I could ultimately get a commission."

"Maybe you could in the 1st Division," Banning said. "But no way in the billet I'm talking about."

Moore exhaled audibly.

"You want some time to think this over?" Banning said.

If I was this kid, I would think, "Fuck you, Major. Send me to the 1st Marine Division and give me that gold bar I was promised."

"No, Sir," Moore said. "If you think I could do what you want me to do, I'll try. I think I can keep my mouth shut."

"So does Captain Pickering," Banning said. "Don't disappoint him. He told me that you remind him of his son, who's a Marine officer. He wouldn't like to have you shot. But he would, and I'd probably have to do it."

"I understand, Sir."

"The mission of Special Detachment 14 is classified TOP SECRET," Banning said. "What we do is support the Australian Navy's Coastwatcher Operation. What they do is have people on Japanese occupied islands. What they do is furnish intelligence information, generally about Japanese air and sea activity, but also about Japanese troop installations, and that sort of thing."

"Am I going to be working with the Coastwatchers, Sir?"

"No. I don't need you. I need radio operators and radio technicians. Who are parachutists. You're none of those things. But having you assigned to Special Detachment 14 will be what is known as a good cover assignment. People who think you're already assigned to a highly classified activity won't be prone to ask questions, or even wonder, about what you're really doing."

"I think I understand, Sir."

"We're in Townesville, Queensland, up North. You will stay here, ostensibly to function as our rear area. Meet courier planes, receive and transship equipment, that sort of thing."

"Yes, Sir."

"There is a headquarters company at Supreme Headquarters, but if we put you in there, questions will obviously be asked as to what exactly you would be doing. So, for the time being, you will live at The Elms."

"Yes, Sir."

"You're not going to ask what 'The Elms' is?"

Moore looked at Banning and smiled, "Sir, you just told me not to ask questions."

Banning chuckled.

"OK, Sergeant, one point for you. 'The Elms' is an estate Captain Pickering has leased, not far from here. He has more money than God, and he was not prepared to share the Spartan quarters provided for Navy captains with an Army colonel who snores. It's equipped with a housekeeper and some other servants, and it's enormous. You'll have no problems making yourself invisible there."

"My God!" Moore said.

"And living there will get you out of the clutches of the headquarters company commander, who would, I'm sure, love to have a Marine sergeant for his guard details. MacArthur is about to move his headquarters to Brisbane-that move is classified SECRET, by the way-so other arrangements will have to made for you when that happens."

"Yes, Sir."

"The officer you will be working for is Lieutenant Hon. He's in the Army Signal Corps and is a cryptographic-classified documents officer at Supreme Headquarters, South West Pacific. He also has Other duties he performs for Captain Pickering. You spoke with him on the telephone last night."

"He speaks perfect Japanese," Moore thought aloud.

Banning chuckled again. "He said the same thing about you, which is why you're not on your way to the First Marine Division."

Banning turned the ignition key and started the engine, and then turned and looked at Moore.

"One question, Moore."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Do you believe me when I say we'll have you shot if you breach security? Or do you think this is some sort of bullshit line I'm handing you?"

Moore met Banning's eyes.