Gulfstream TS-970, Westbound over the Pacific
Tracey was right on the money. Shake Davis closed his eyes and relaxed into the plush seat of the aircraft headed from Wake to a scheduled late afternoon landing in Manila. I am so goddamn predictable.
Even Bob Bayer, stretched out prone on one of the airplane’s bench seats up forward, had known he would accept the mission to the Philippines. Fifteen minutes after Bayer returned to Wake, he found Shake standing by the Marine memorial. Bayer nodded and pointed toward the runway. “C’mon, Shake. Let’s go.”
No greeting, no questions and no doubt about it. Shake Davis was back in the ballgame—as he was expected to be by everyone but himself. Couple what the intel wonks thought might be happening and what the scientists predicted might occur if i
