I buzzed our pilots.
“Yes, major, what can I do for you?”
“Just checking. We have the mistsloaded, correct?”
“Yes, they are waiting to bereleased. We have canisters in three planes. Say the word and we’reoff.”
“Thanks. Just double checking. We’regoing to wait for a while.”
“Whatever you say, major. We’ll beready when you give the word.”
My driver was one of Belen’ssoldiers. I waved to him and he drove the jeep with me in thepassenger seat. I got in and told him to return to headquarters. IfIhad been on the ship I might have called up a hologram of my thirdmilitary colleague, the great chief Osceola, a master tactician.It’sstill unclear why the U.S. Army fought him. No one else wanted theland of the Seminoles. They stayed around the Everglades, which wasnot a prime piece of real estat
