“Is there a fax machine available?” Mike grabbed the guard-mail envelope and counted ten pages of insights compiled by Kramer and Scoggins. The memo was full of trenchant observations and included some very inflammatory accusations about incompetence or illegal activities among a number of people in the Operation Martillo command—including Heat Rash Harry Glover.
“Chief, take Mr. Stokey down to the office and see if you can make that damn fax machine work. You can take your name off of it before you send. No use both of us going down with the ship.”
“Aye, aye, Sir.” Chief Scoggins headed for the door, “And my name stays on that report, Mister Kramer. I got your back.”
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It took some fiddling and a lot of swearing, but Chief Scoggins finally got a fax tone and began feeding pages into a
