Code Name: Camelot (Noah Wolf #1)

Moose spoke up. “You mentioned simulations,” he said. “Are we going to get the chance to run through some?”


Allison pushed another button, and another tavern appeared on the screen. This one didn’t look quite as rough as the other, but its dimensions were approximately the same. “We’ve built a mockup of that part of Ciudad Juárez, an area of about six square blocks. It will let you get a feel for where buildings are, alleys, streets, etc. That way, you can get some idea of where cover might be available, hiding places and things like that.” She hit the button again, and suddenly they were looking at the interior of the tavern. “This is the interior of our mockup,” she went on. “It’s been constructed from detailed photographs of the inside of the original, and everything’s placed accordingly. You can practice moving around in this one, and then you’ll be able to move with confidence.”

Noah cocked his head to one side. “If we’re going to run simulations, I gather we’re going to be using paintballs?” Allison smiled, and he went on. “Then, what about opposition? Do we have people playing the parts?”

“We do, yes. A fair number of our people here do just that, play the parts of the bad guys in simulation scenarios. And I should warn you, some of them are wicked with those paintball guns. Those things may break on impact, but they can still sting, trust me.”

“I’ve run a paintball course, I know. When can we start practicing?”

“Tomorrow morning. You’ll meet your referee at the Alley Town restaurant, and he’ll take you out to show you this setup. He’ll also supply you with your weapons and equipment, including vehicles and electronics. With the exception of the weapons, everything he’ll give you will be just like what you would use out in the field, including computers, phones, all of it. Anything you ask for to use in the mission, he will give you. Those are his standing orders, and he knows it.”

“And just who is this referee? Is it someone we’ve met already?”

Allison smiled, and Noah waited. “You met him your first day,” she said. “His name is Jefferson.”

She went over the mission with them several times, and finally dismissed them just before lunchtime. She had told them that they could have the rest of the day off, so they all headed out to the farm. Neil was all moved into the trailer by then, so for him, it was going home, just as it was for Noah. Sarah and Moose followed along in their own cars.

It was moving into autumn, but the weather was still decent. Noah thought it was time to fire up the grill, again—he hadn’t used it since the night he and Moose had settled their differences—so he went to his refrigerator and got out a package of steaks he had planned on using that weekend. If they were to begin simulations the following day, he wasn’t sure the weekend was going to be free. The steaks were thawed, so he set them to marinate while he got the grill started and warming up.

“What can I do to help?” Sarah asked, and Noah looked up at her.

“I was just going to go for steak and salad. There’s a bag of salad mix ready to go in the refrigerator, if you want to just rip it open and dump it in a bowl. I got several types of salad dressing, you might get those out, too. Just set it on the table in the dining room; we’ll eat inside tonight.”

She gave him a bright smile, and went to get the salad ready. He had the grill ready to sear the steaks quickly, and since all of them preferred their steaks rare, it wasn’t going to take them long to cook.

Neil appeared beside him, and handed him a bottle of beer. “I think you’d better enjoy this tonight,” he said. “I’m not sure you want to be drinking during our simulations.”

Noah thanked him, then shrugged. “From what I see so far, at least part of this mission is going to involve hanging out in a bar. If that’s where I’ve got to meet the target, I’ll have to spend some time there, let myself become a familiar face. We may get to hang out in the land of tequila for a while, and I’m gonna probably be drinking a lot while I’m there.” He looked up at Neil, and winked. “Good thing I can handle my liquor, isn’t it?”

Neil rolled his eyes. “Why is it that almost everything you say puts me in mind of somebody’s famous last words? You know, I signed up for this because I wanted to avoid prison time. That doesn’t mean I wanted to avoid it badly enough to die. Please, please don’t get me killed.”

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