If Mike paced much longer, he was going to wear a hole in the damn carpet. Everyone in the SPAWAR office was on edge waiting for word on how the hostage rescue went. Mike wasn’t actually on duty due to his medical issues, but considering his partner was part of the mission, no one had griped that he was haunting the office.
“I’ve got some preliminary reports,” said Harrison as he walked out of the communications office. “Sixty-eight hostages were freed. Three injuries to US forces. One KIA. One MIA.”
“Names?” Mike asked. The one word was all he could manage.
“KIA was Petty Officer Frank Iglesias. MIA is…Kurt Halstead, one of our own.”
Mike turned and walked out of the large room back down the hallway to the small office he’d been using. No, no, no, this couldn’t be happening. He couldn
