2015
“So…is there any chance you’ll actually see the chick you went out with last night ever again?” Kurt Halstead asked. He slouched back in his desk chair and stared across the small office at his partner, Mike. Somewhere above, the sound of yet another airplane taking off from Lindbergh Field in the heart San Diego sent a vibration through the building. SPAWAR, Space and Naval Warfare Systems Command, was only a few blocks from the airport. Commander Michael Rousseau was a Naval Intelligence operative currently assigned to a highly secretive covert ops subdivision.
“Becky?” Mike asked.
“Yeah, whatever her name was.”
“No, probably not. She was good in bed, but not that bright.”
Kurt raised an eyebrow and couldn’t resist ragging on Mike. “Isn’t that how you pick ‘em anyway?”
“I like
