“Which brings us...” Stokey concluded and began digging around in an old leather briefcase on the floor next to his chair. “…to this little meeting here on Wake Island.”
“Yeah,” Shake learned forward in his chair and grinned at his visitors. “I can’t help feeling like MacArthur when Truman ordered him to Wake for a come-to-Jesus meeting back during the Korea thing. As I recall, El Supremo got his ass handed to him.”
“Different times and different problems, Shake.” Bayer snapped open a file, scanned some information contained in it and then looked up over the rims of his reading glasses. “Here’s the deal…and what we say here, stays here.” Shake glanced over at Stokey who was still shuffling papers. He nodded assent and motioned for Bayer to get on with it.
“We have what we consider solid
