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“We’ll figure that out if that happens. Right now, this is our best option.”
The radio crackled. “Cormack, it’s Romero, you there?”
Cormack grabbed the radio handset. “Yeah, Romero, I’m here. You got something?”
“Yeah, the Lucy Dunovan just passed me.”
“She still headed south?”
“It’s not clear. She wrapped around the southern tip of Spectacle and she might be headed out toward the Atlantic.”
“Outer islands?” Cicero asked.
“Don’t know,” Cormack responded. “Was she running full steam?” he asked Romero.
“Tough to tell, but she wasn’t idling. I’ve still got a good look at her. I’ll keep watching until I can’t see her anymore.” There was a pause for a moment, then Romero spoke again. There was an edge of excitement in his voice. “Hold on,” he said. “It looks like she’s slowing down.”
“In the middle of the harbor?” Cormack asked. “Is it possible that they made you?” He couldn’t understand why else the Lucy Dunovan would be slowing down.
“She’s turning due south again,” Romero reported. “Looks like they’re pulling in to Long Island.”
Cormack frowned. “East side or west side?” he asked.
“East side,” Romero replied. “The pier on the northeast end. They’re definitely pulling in now. I’ve got two getting off the boat, walking toward the land. Looks like they’re leaving the boat on the pier.”
“OK, thanks Romero. Stay there and let me know if anyone comes or goes, you got it?”
“Yeah, Cormack, I got it.”
Cormack put the radio handset down and looked at the chart in front of him, zeroing in on Long Island.
“They shut the island down a couple years ago,” Cicero commented. “Tore down the bridge and left everything there to rot.”
“They did,” Cormack agreed. “That’s why it makes sense. There’s no one to bother them.” Cormack pulled out another chart that showed Long Island in more detail. He pointed to the northeast end. “Fort Strong,” he said. “It was abandoned in the seventies, and there’s only a couple of ways in. That’s where they are if they let him off on the east end.”
“Tough place to attack,” Cicero commented.
“That’s why they chose it.”
“So what now?” Buddy asked.
“Now we come up with a plan,” Cormack said. “We’ll have to go in at night. It would be suicide to try to go in when it’s daylight.”
“Seems like it’ll be suicide either way,” Cicero pointed out.
“Maybe,” Cormack said.
“I’m going,” Buddy said.
Cormack nodded, knowing that there was no chance the young man would agree to stay behind. He looked at Cicero. “You can beg off if you want. You’ll get no argument from me. Like you said, it may be suicide no matter when we go.”