“It happened again.”

Admiral Corbett looked up from his desk and set his reading glasses down so he could see his J3 officer.  The Admiral always left his door open, a literal open-door policy.  Where he worked, he needed a team more than he needed a hierarchy.

“You’re kidding me,” Corbett said as he sat back in his chair.  “Again?”

“I’m afraid so, sir.”

“Who the hell is doing this?”

“We’re about to sit down in the SCIF and try to hammer that out right now.”

Admiral Corbett left his desk and followed his right hand man down the hallway.  A vault door was open which led into the Sensitive Compartmentalized Information Facility.  This was where sensitive operations and intelligence were discussed and records stored.  At JSOC, practically everything was sensitive.

“Where?” Corbett asked.