“Yes, sir,” McCabe said and, after saluting, turned to leave.
“One more thing,” Mad Jack said, halting him. “Before we lost all external communications, we received a transmission from Mr. Myers of MAJESTIC-12. He advised his…operatives may be on site. I believe you’ve had run-ins with this particular group in the past.”
Exhaling smoke, McCabe took the cigarette from his mouth and met Mad Jack’s gaze. The look in his eyes alone dispelled any doubt. After a two-year hiatus, they were back.
“The Black Visors.”
“The Black Visors, Lieutenant. We are officially ordered to support them in any way they require, but I want to make it very plain to you. I don’t trust them or MAJESTIC-12. There’s more going on in this place than you and I are privy to. We’ll continue to do our duties as Her Maje
