The major led David out of the building that housed the holding cells, and across a wide courtyard that was crowded with pens.
He walked to the window and stared out, thinking, hoping the major would tip his hand somehow, give David an opening.
"He's in southern Spain, leading the invasion. He deployed almost everyone. We're running a skeleton crew. Our station chief, Colonel Garrott, got picked off two days ago. Stupid son of a bitch was making the rounds, visiting every guard tower, shaking hands like he'd been elected mayor of hell. Berber sniper got him with one shot. We assume the shooter was in the hills, that's why we added the patrols. And the boomerangs on the perimeter. Now I need to know why you're here."