"These Islands are strictly off limits, no official maps even contain their presence... The President of the United States isn't even permitted to know of the location of these islands Jim... So tell me how two of my best operatives simply disappeared! ...I don't want excuses I want answers! Call me when you actually know something!" General Davison nearly broke the com phone as he slammed it into it's receiver in his quarters aboard the USS Silence. "The CIA is worthless...", he muttered to himself.
(*Interesting Research on War Psychology)
General Davison looked down at his watch. 2313. It had been just over 12 hours since they had each disappeared from their pick up points, at the same time. Both had reported in and both were MIA (Missing In Action) upon extraction. What was most disturbing was the total lack of any other presence having come or gone. No signs of struggle; no blood or missing items; it's as though they'd simply vanished. The worst possibility was that they are defected, but he knew these two, like his own kids, it wasn't possible. The other, nearly as bad possibility was that they had been taken, which was possible. The preferred possibility is that they were playing some massive practical joke on him, which would warrant a severe reprimand and was totally contrary to their character. Option 2 had the most merit, and that is what it was shaping up to look like.
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