“What a brilliant idea!” Rachel said, amazed and excited. “Brilliant!”
“Khalid has been friends with Maya and Dane for years, so he got the inside scoop. Don’t breathe a word of this. The fun part is that you will be interfacing with BJS ground troops because you’ll be flying the Marine squads out with these women. Maya felt that having an all-woman BJS squadron here already would help give these ground-troop women the support they need.”
“Is the Marine Corps happy about this?” Rachel wondered.
“For the most part, yes. But you know the Marines—only a man can fight. There’s a lot of resentment among some of them, but Dane is working with the sergeants who command these squadrons. There’s no room for prejudice out on the ground. All you care about is that the person next to you, regardless of whether they are male or female, can shoot and kill.”
“And these women are volunteers?”
“Yes, all five services are represented, even the Coast Guard.”
“And they’re enlisted?”
“Yes. Maya and Dane chose from among all the volunteers. These are women with at least four years in the military. They are the cream of the crop. This idea was put into overdrive almost a year ago. These women had to learn an Afghan language, complete paramedic training and then go to Camp Pendleton in California to become rifle qualified. They’re the whole package.”
“That is incredible,” Rachel whispered. She saw the happiness glowing in Emma’s face. “Leave it to Maya to break down more doors. While the squad leader is dealing with the male elders, the woman soldier can be talking to the elder’s wife. I’ll lay you ten to one she’ll get more info from that wife than the sergeant or lieutenant ever will from the man.”
Nodding, Emma said with a grin, “That’s exactly what Maya is counting on.”
“Wow,” Rachel murmured. “Does Major Klein know about this? She must. She was Maya’s executive officer down in Peru.”
“Oh, she sure does. Dallas is excited about it, too. She’s gung ho on the whole BJS ground program.”
“They’ll be together again like they were in Peru. That’s kismet, because we both know they were a successful team down there in stopping drug cartels from getting cocaine out of Peru. The Pentagon, the Chief of Staff know that when Maya and Dallas were a pair, things got done right.”
“And their past history and record probably enabled this program to go forward.”
“Absolutely,” Emma said. She rubbed her hands together and added, “Kick butt, take names.”
Laughing, Rachel felt some of her depression lift. Emma was always the positive one. No matter what life had thrown at her, she made mud pies out of the mud. She never let something bad, like the loss of sensation in two fingers of her left hand, stop her. The Army might have discharged her for that, but being married to Khalid had brought her right back here. Reaching out, Rachel gripped Emma’s hand for a moment, “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Listen, you need to get square with Hamilton.” Emma released her hand, her voice lowered with concern. “When do you have to see him?”
“Today.” She looked down at her watch on her right wrist. “Matter of fact, at 1400 I have to officially get inducted into his CH-47 squadron.”
“Ugh. Not only is he your CO, he’s your flight instructor.”
“How lucky can a girl get, right?”
Emma shook her head. “Well, we know that life is never fair, but this sucks. Will you be okay, Rachel?”
“I don’t know,” she said, looking around the tent that had been her life with BJS. “I have such anger toward him. It just bubbles up and it surprises even me. I didn’t know how much I hated him until he showed up at the dispensary yesterday. Everything, and I mean everything, came back from my flight school days. I was so surprised at how cold and angry I was.”
“How are you going to deal with it? Because the Army doesn’t much like it when personal stuff gets in the way of your duties.”
“I’ll conduct myself as an officer and work to be neutral toward him.”
“You can’t afford to flunk out on flying the CH-47.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t. I’m keeping my eye on the prize—in six months, I’ll be rotated back to BJS and I’ll strap an Apache on my ass again.” Rachel gave her a twisted grin. “I have my priorities straight, believe me. I might hate him, but I’ll be all business in the cockpit.”
“That’s going to be so hard,” Emma said.
Rachel shrugged. “I’m thirty years old. I’ve been around the block. I guess it’s my time to suck it up, see it for what it is—a test.”
Emma chuckled. “Spoken like a true Trayhern.”
Rachel nodded and smiled. “My parents have emailed me about it. They always have good advice about stuff like this. My dad said to just keep my eye on the future and try the best I can to remain detached about Hamilton.”
Emma giggled. “I know your mom. She’s a take-no-prisoners woman. What did she say?”
“Because she was one of the first women police detectives down at Miami-Dade, she said to not take anything personally. That I needed to be responsible for every action, every word I had to speak to Hamilton. And to keep a daily journal of what happened so that, in case this all goes to hell in a handbag, I have notes to rely on, not my memory.”
Emma laughed fully. “Aunt Kit is a realist. I like her approach. Uncle Noah is always so philosophical about life. And she’s brass tacks all the way.”
“I think I got the best from both of them. I really want my position back with BJS. I’ll go through this hazing with Hamilton and gut it out. But I’ll also be chronicling my time with him. He sideswiped my career once. I won’t let him do it again.”
Emma looked toward the tent flap opening and then lowered her voice. “I had Khalid do a little inquiry into Hamilton’s career since he got kicked out of Fort Rucker. He’s been a good boy according to the records. But what is against him is that he’s been in all-male helo squadrons since then. He’s never had to interface with female pilots again. And Khalid is worried that, by you being ordered over there, this could upset his apple cart. You know that the general told Hamilton that if he ever showed one prejudicial moment against another woman, he was kicking him out of the Army.” Emma straightened and she pointed toward the tent flaps. “Khalid thinks Hamilton won’t try to sabotage you like he did before.”
“I hope you’re right,” Rachel whispered fervently. “Thank Khalid for getting the dirt on Hamilton. I appreciate it.”
“Well,” Emma said, “if the truth be known, Uncle Morgan was already looking into it. You know he has contacts right up to the president. Khalid bumped into him at the Pentagon. When they discovered they were trying to find out more about Hamilton, they joined forces.”
“The Trayherns stick together!” Rachel laughed. “It makes me feel good Uncle Morgan is in there pitching for me.”
“You know he won’t allow anyone to harm us in any way,” Emma said. She lowered her voice. “As a matter