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“Excuse me, sir. You cannot tie up here, this is US Naval property,” stated the guard standing on the wharf.

“I need to talk to your Commanding Officer,” replied Wade as he tried to keep the boat from contacting with the two IRB’s tied further along the wharf.

“I’m sorry, sir but you’ll need to go to a public wharf and then arrange to speak with the CO from the main gate.”

“I understand the SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) Seamen but it’s very important I get information to the NSC ASAP,” yelled Wade once again trying desperately not to hit the IRB’s.

With that Wade heard a voice from ten metres along the wharf, “You two, grab those mooring ropes,” as he turned to see a fully kitted and camouflaged man pointing at his boat.

As the boat was secured, the person in charge stepped up to his boat. “Wade Ross … what a surprise to see you here!”

“Hi Joe,” replied Wade as he stepped from the boat and they shook hands.

Joe Carr, SEAL Team 6 Commanding Officer and a very good friend of Wade’s. Joe was ten years senior to Wade and renowned as a tough taskmaster. He expected only the maximum from his men and would push everybody beyond their limits. Wade was one of the few people who Joe genuinely admired.

“I’m guessing you’re not here for a visit and what the hell has happened to you?” Joe asked looking at the state of Wade’s clothes, face and hands.

“I had some bad luck with a sacrificial ceremony and had to swim to get out,” replied Wade smiling.

“Well … is there anything we can do to help?”

Wade explained the chain of events but left out the reason why. After some discussion Joe agreed to help Wade get back into the compound on Mount Walker.

Wade, Joe and the four SEALs got some breakfast, checked their weapons, prepared their gear and left Bangor Naval Base, Hood Canal.

Wade contacted General Forest and after a thorough detailed account, explained what he and the SEAL team intended to do.