“Run! Run! Run!” The woman shouted as the six year old cleared the bases. Two other kids rushed for the ground ball at the same time, racing each other to be the first to grab the errant ball. The catcher ripped off his mask and shouted for the ball to be thrown home. The parents, sitting in lawn chairs around the field, were cheering the kids on. It didn’t matter to any of them that the rules were not enforced in this game. No matter what happened, the little boy will be safe, he will make it home.
“Our man,” a man said as he leaned over in his lawn chair to talk into her ear as quietly as he dared. “Our man is held in their custody. Intel suggests that a 12 man team should be able to extract him.”
“Should? I can’t make decisions that go against policy based upon shoulds and coulds!” She still watched the game but her whispered tones towards the man had become harsh.
“Look, we need to get him out. The team is ready to go, they are on stand by. Just give the word and we will get him out.”
She turned to look directly at him and hissed, “I need to know that your team can do this.”
“They are the best, ma’am.”
“You better not fail or else there will be dire consequences from the top. Get him out and keep us in the game.”
“Yes ma’am!”
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
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