"Give me the whole picture, Jim. And by the way, I've visited the prison."
Bennington gave the details in less than a minute, then added, "Thanks, Mossback."
While he had been talking, Bennington had also been listening. From Mosby's end of the line came clearly that most reassuring sound, the great bull-speakers thundering out of orders that meant for a few moments rapid running and confusion, then in a few moments more the resolution of the confusion into disciplined movement.
Knowing Mosby, Bennington also knew that the copters would be loaded in twenty minutes.
"Thanks again," he said.
"Thank you, Jim. I've been moaning for a chance to check our training. See you in half an hour."
"You'll see me—"
"Sure. Don't think I'd miss a real shootin' match, do you? Hang on till then." The line was dead.
Hang on till then.
Easier said than done.