Nightstalker (Red Team #1)

Prologue

Zane

Fuck! I let out an exaggerated sigh when I saw the caller information on my phone.

I glanced at the old-fashioned grandfather clock that sat in the corner of my office noting it was well past stopping time.

Closing the lid to my laptop I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows in my office admiring the Naval Academy at night.

The Yard was lit up and looked like a city unto itself, the Chapel Dome standing tall and proud above the rest of the buildings.

The still ringing phone in my hand pulled me from my reverie.

Entering my ten-digit security code I swiped the screen to take the call. Before my phone was even to my ear I could hear the caller’s impatient voice.

“It’s time.” The voice over the phone sounded tired and far away .

“Fuck me. Now?” I closed my eyes praying for patience.

“Zane, man, I have waited long enough. I am done.”

“I know you have. I am afraid I will lose her once she knows the truth.”

“It’s time,” he repeated.

“Brace, brother, she is not the same woman she was.” I have tried to warn him hundreds of times.

“Fuck you. You don’t think I know who she is?” He shot back, his temper rising.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you are one nut short of a pair.” I smiled at the thought.

“Copy that, see you soon.”

The line went dead, and I pocketed my phone as I continued to stare out the window.

I was going to enjoy what was left of my peace.

A shit storm was about to invade my perfectly ordered world.

Now I had one more call to make before I could call it a night.

Checking the clock again, I entered my ten-digit security code and dialed the secured number I knew from memory.

The clicking sound before the call connected alerted me that the call was indeed encrypted.

“Password of the day?” a gruff sounding man asked.

“Zulu, Charlie, Foxtrot, Niner,” I replied .

“Certified. Hold for connection.” The monotone voice put my call through.

“Zane, how are you this evening? Working late I see.” I could hear the chuckle in his voice.

“Yes, Sir. I have an update for you, Mr. President; he is on his way stateside,” I advised the president.

“Took that son of a bitch long enough! I am surprised he waited this long. Thanks for the update. And, Zane, one more thing - how many times do I have to tell you to call me Tom when we are having a conversation amongst friends?” The president sounded almost giddy.

I, for one, did not understand what there was to be happy about.

“Yes, Tom. Sorry to have bothered you so late. I will keep you apprised of the situation.” Even saying the name “Tom” while talking to the President of the United States had me looking over my shoulder waiting for a court martial.

“We’ll be in touch.” I could hear his peal of laughter as the line went dead.