205 Ambrosia Cartel: Part 12 (1/2)

And thus, Herring's little holiday was destroyed once the contractors discovered that a bomb had been disarmed inside of the cabin of that aircraft. The confusion had arisen as both parties were suspecting once each other. Nathan was suspecting the CIA for sending Herring as a trojan horse into the HSDC main base and Herring who was suspecting someone had planted a bomb inside of the cabin of his Bombardier jet.

The tense air inside of the command center of the was filling the room up. It was between that 18-year-old boy and that old CIA agent. Both were trying to find the perpetrator. However, Patrick and Lynn were in the corner of the command center. Patrick was smoking a cigar, he was not trying to look badass or anything, he just liked to smoke since the first time you met him.

Lynn was listening to Stacy. Although the leaders were trying to find the lead for the bomb, Stacy actually had known who the perpetrator was. It was Herring's security details. Both of them were from Academia. Stacy and Ryan intentionally didn't tell them both since the security details would be detained covertly by Patrick and Lynn.

”Why would Blackwater killed a CIA SAD agent?” Patrick asked as he puffed a cloud of smoke into the air.

”That's one of the questions that I wanted to know as an intelligence agent. However, the motives might be rivalry since we offer the same service with the same price tag, well… better actually,” Stacy said.

”If my father was targeted, it made sense. We will be blamed and United States will go all out on us. Well… It's not like Nathan hadn't think about any countermeasures,” Lynn said.

Countermasures were the ICBMs that were placed inside of the base. There were only thirty of them placed inside of the base, but it was more than enough as a deterrent since those missiles were the SS-28 missiles that were able to carry fifteen nuclear warheads at once. It would be more than enough to destroy Washington if it was deemed to be necessary. However, Nathan wouldn't want it to happen since it would be considered a mutually assured destruction for both parties.

”Academia… Blackwater isn't it?” Patrick asked.

”Yup. Also a company backed by Ambrosia. This is one of the proxies that Ambrosia cartel had,” Stacy said.

”Hmm, so Ambrosia had also put a bounty on us. Well, we make a lot of noises lately,” Patrick said.

Patrick statement wasn't meaningless. HSDC growth was very big. Right now, each section has its own platforms. For example, the intel team has its own platform that was connected to the command platform and also the other platforms. The medical platforms also had its own platforms in the HSDC. It was weird for the HSDC not to have any ship yet considering that they had expanded so much in the past few months.

”It's located in the loggistic unit platform. It will be faster if we use the Blackhawk,” Lynn said.

Both of them got out of the command center. They went for the lift that would lead them to the upper platform where the airlift usually wait. The airlift was a method for high-ranking personnel to move from one platform to another. Other personnel would usually use a HUMVEE or a motorbike to move from one platform to another.

They entered the lift and Patrick grabbed the tactical radio to call the airlift. He had to tune the radio to the right frequency first to contact the airlift team. He rotated the switch on that radio to adjust the frequency.

”Charlie Lima and Charlie Papa requesting an airlift. Out.” Patrick put his radio back into his tactical rig.

The lift went up and those two contractors were looking at each other. Well, the lift was empty and there wasn't any CCTV inside of the lift. They could do anything that they wanted to do inside of that lift, but Patrick was holding back. Their life in that main base was very romantic, but only at nights. At noon, they had their own job to do.

The lift door opened. There was an UH-60 waiting in the helipad that was located on the upper deck of the command platform. The pilot of the helicopter was an African judging from his skin tone. Patrick puffed on his cigar and both of them entered the helicopter.