Minutes to Burn (2001) Read Online Free Page B

not aware?"
    "No, sir. It just seems a little . . . odd. Isn't that breach of--"
    "I need bodies," Mako said. "And I need them quickly."
    "What kind of time frame are we looking at here?"
    "Briefing Monday, depart Monday night. I need you to babysit a scientist, take him down to Ecuador and make sure nothing gets his tape measure in a tangle. He's an earthquake guy, wants to check out an island down there. It's a short, easy mission. You'll be back in a week."
    Justin groaned. "Sounds thrilling."
    "You'll be surprised how much things have deteriorated down there. Might rustle up some excitement after all."
    Justin leaned back in his chair. "I'll be sure to wear my spurs."
    "How big's the platoon?" Cameron asked.
    "It's a half. Seven, eight."
    "Isn't that a bit vague given we're lifting out Monday?"
    "You know how things are right now. Besides, this is hardly a black op."
    "Who's the LT?" Justin asked.
    Mako paused for a moment before answering. "Derek Mitchell."
    Justin looked at Cameron nervously. "Do you really think that's a good idea, sir?"
    "Do you really think you want to question my judgment?"
    "Is Derek active again?" Cameron asked.
    "He'll come off emergency leave. I'm pulling the rest from reserves."
    Justin cleared his throat nervously. "But has he . . . recovered?"
    "Enough. This mission will get him back into the swing, get his mind off things. It's exactly what he needs. Ask your wife. She's his ex-swim buddy."
    "Yeah," Justin said, "but after what happened to his baby."
    "Don't forget, it wasn't him who..." Mako's voice trailed off.
    Justin gritted his teeth. "If you say so, sir."
    Cameron leaned back in the chair. A flash of Derek on their last mission. Riding shotgun in a humvee, foot on the dash, tongue pressed into his cheek as he jammed M-4 mags. Miles of desert stretching around the vehicle in all directions. Without looking up, Derek handing her the last gulp in his canteen the minute she reached for hers. Knowing hers was empty before she did. "Who else?" Cameron asked.
    "Some familiar faces."
    "Like whose?"
    "I did mention that the briefing was Monday?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "And you are aware of the purpose of a briefing?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "Then I'll assume there are no more questions at this time. Is that a fair assumption, Cam?"
    Cameron flashed an unamused smile, letting it fall quickly back into a grimace. "Yes, sir."
    "I'll be in touch with information about the briefing. In the mean-time, see if you can contain your curiosity." Mako clicked out without waiting for a response.
    The old nurse pushed open the wooden door, which creaked softly on the hinges. She leaned forward into the lobby, a plastic clipboard in her hand. Her voice was deep, textured like a smoker's. "Kates. Cameron Kates. The doctor's ready for you."
    Cameron looked up at the nurse. "How long will this take?"
    The nurse shrugged. "Probably about fifteen minutes."
    "Jesus," Justin said. "That's longer than it takes to make a baby."
    "Yeah," Cameron said with a faint smile. "I wanted to talk to you about that." She glanced back at the nurse. "And I can be up and on my feet after?"
    "You'll have to take it easy for a couple of days."
    Cameron turned to Justin, her frustration evident. "I wanted to get this over with."
    "If we're lifting out Monday..." Justin raised his hand, then let it fall to his knee. "You can't really risk being sore."
    "Goddamnit." Cameron pushed herself back in the chair, then slumped down.
    The nurse waited, tapping the clipboard against her thigh, her breath a rattle in her throat. Justin faced his wife, speaking gently. "It's only a week, honey. That'll even give me time to knock you up again."
    Cameron's frown lightened, almost imperceptibly. "That's not how it works."
    "Oh yeah," Justin said. Reluctantly, Cameron pushed herself up in her seat. Justin turned to the nurse. "I think we're gonna have to reschedule."
    "Talk to the receptionist," the nurse said before disappearing behind the door.
    "She's pleasant,"