"That all?"
"No, sir. In twenty minutes I'll have the riot-control copter over the prison. It's got floodlights on its belly and the pilot knows the prison."
"Good. What else?"
"For at least two hours, that's all, sir. Standard Operating Procedure calls for the immediate establishment of a cordon at fixed points, roving patrols on the countryside west of you and blocks on all railroads, bus and air terminals—"
"Someone will be in the parking lot. Give me what you have and get it moving!"
It wouldn't be enough. Half of the permanent staff as hostages, enough weapons and ammo in the armory to fight a war....
He dialed again. "Operator? I want the Commanding General at Indiantown Gap. Now!"
"One moment; sir." The lilt was gone from the voice.
She had been listening in, the general decided.
"Duty Officer, Indiantown Gap. Major Smith speaking."