"I heard they were looking for me."
"Well, you are. I think I fixed it. But you better not go anywhere near the headquarters company barracks until I know for sure."
"Don't worry about that either," Moore said.
He picked the briefcase off the floor, opened it, and set it on the table. Hon put the intercepts into it-it looked more like fifty or sixty than thirty, Moore thought. And then Moore closed the briefcase and snapped the handcuff around his wrist. Hon took a.45 Colt automatic from a file cabinet. Moore hoisted the skirt of his tunic and put the pistol in the small of his back under his trouser waistband.
"You're going to shoot yourself in the ass one day doing that," Hon said.
Then he picked up the telephone and dialed a number.
"Colonel Huff? Sir, this is Lieutenant Hon. I have several MAGIC messages that I believe should be brought to the Supreme Commander's attention."
Moore unlocked the steel door and let himself out. When he reached the security post by the elevator, an Army technical sergeant from headquarters company was waiting for him.
"Sergeant Moore, you went AWOL last night."
"There's been a mistake, Sergeant," Moore said. "I don't live in the barracks any more. I'm not supposed to be on your duty rosters."
"You tell that to the first sergeant, Sergeant. He told me to find your ass and bring you home."
"I'm sorry," Moore said. "I can't do that." He held up the briefcase.
"I don't give a shit about any fucking briefcase," the sergeant said. "You come with me."
"I'll have to tell my officer where I'm going," Moore said and went back to the office. Hon was locking the steel door when he got there.
"There's a tech sergeant out there who wants to haul me off to headquarters company," he said.
"Oh, shit!" Hon said. "Come on."
The tech sergeant was waiting at the outer security point with his arms folded.
"All right, Sergeant, what's this all about?"
"Sir, I'm here to return Sergeant Moore to Headquarters Company. We're carrying him as AWOL."
"That's in error. Sergeant Moore is not attached to Headquarters Company."
"Sir, I got my orders."
"And I have mine, Sergeant. Mine are to dispatch Sergeant Moore, with a briefcase full of classified documents, to-to who is none of your business. But to someone who ranks much higher around here than the first sergeant of Headquarters Company. For that matter, than the Headquarters Company commander. You will not interfere with that. If necessary, I will have this MP place you under arrest. Do you understand me, Sergeant?"
"Yes, Sir."
"All right, Moore, get going," Hon said.
"Yes, Sir."
"Sergeant, you will return to Headquarters Company. You will tell your first sergeant that (a) Sergeant Moore is no longer his responsibility and (b) if he ever does something like this again around here, I will be forced to bring the matter to the attention of Captain Pickering-that's Navy Captain Pickering-and I think he would speak to General Sutherland about it. You understand that?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You may go, Sergeant."
"Yes, Sir."
That may work, Hon thought. If it doesn't, fuck it, I'll go to Sutherland.
As Moore was unlocking the door of the Studebaker, the Marine Aviator lieutenant colonel he had seen before walked up to him.
"Good afternoon, Sergeant," he said.
Moore straightened and saluted.
"Good afternoon, Sir."
"I'm delighted to see a familiar uniform around here," Dailey said. "I'm Colonel Dailey. I've just been assigned here as the CINCPAC liaison officer."
"Yes, Sir," Moore said. He remembered-the radio Captain Pickering had sent SECNAV asking that a liaison officer be assigned.
"What have they got you doing around here, Sergeant?"
"I work for Major Banning, Sir."
"Major Banning is assigned to this headquarters?"
"No, Sir. I mean, he works with SWPA, Sir. But he's not assigned here."
"Oh?"
"He commands Special Detachment 14, Sir."
"I see," Dailey said. "Do you happen to know, Sergeant, who is the ranking Marine officer here?"
"I suppose that would be Major Banning, Sir."
Well, that's nice to know, too, Dailey thought. Since this man Banning is only a major, that makes me the senior Marine officer present.
"When you see Major Banning, Sergeant, would you please tell him we bumped into each other, and that I'd like to meet him?"
"Yes, Sir, I'll do that."
"Thank you, Sergeant."
Dailey smiled at Moore and went back to the front door to wait for the car and driver that had been assigned to the CINCPAC liaison officer by General Douglas MacArthur's personal order.