asked. âKind of makes me wonder.â
âBecause you canât fall asleep without the TV on, Manny snores like a wounded warthog, and Davis talks to his wife in his sleep,â Crocker answered.
âItâs true,â Davis said.
âWhat about Cal?â
Crocker handed out the electronic key cards and said, âUnpack, wash up, jerk off, whatever.â¦And reassemble here at 1855.â That gave them roughly twenty minutes.
âYou hear the part about washing up, Akil?â Ritchie cracked as he exited. âThatâs a not-so-subtle hint that you need to take a shower.â
âKiss my hairy Egyptian ass.â
Crocker stacked his clothes carefully on the wooden shelves in the closet, showered, clipped his salt-and-pepper mustache, and changed into a fresh black polo and black cotton pants. Exiting the bathroom he found CNN News blaring from the TV and Akil on the floor by the window doing crunches.
He turned down the sound and said, âYouâd better get ready.â
On his way to the bathroom, Akil said, âI think Iâm gonna like this city.â
âWeâre not tourists,â Crocker reminded him. He remembered leaving a bar early one morning the last time heâd been in Bangkok and coming to the aid of two drunken Aussies who were getting the shit pounded out of them by a gang of Thai toughs. The toughs claimed the Aussies hadnât paid their thousand-dollar bar bill. One of the Aussies shot back, âHow could two skinny bums like us drink that much shitty Thai beer?â
He considered calling home, then realized it was something like 6 a.m. in Virginia. When the rest of the SEALs returned, Crocker quickly briefed them on the reason they were there and said, âIâm taking Mancini with me to meet the Thai colonel. I want the rest of you to grab some grub and return to the hotel. Hopefully, weâll get a location on the terrorists and execute a raid before the sun comes up. So no drinking or fucking around. I need all of you focused and ready. And donât expect to sleep tonight.â
Ritchie turned to Mancini and asked, âAny place youâd recommend nearby for dinner?â
âFor good Thai food try Tom Yum Kung on Khao San Road. If you want Italian, look for a place called Scoozi. Theyâre both affordable.â
Cal pointed to Ritchieâs new watch and advised, âIf weâre going walking down Khao San Road, you might want to leave that in the hotel safe.â It was a Jaeger-LeCoultre Master Compressor diving watch with a Super-LumiNova dial visible underwater, and it retailed for a little over ten thousand dollarsâa marriage proposal gift from his girlfriend.
Cal, Ritchie, Davis, and Akil left first. When Crocker and Mancini descended to the lobby, they found Anderson dressed in a black silk shirt and cream blazer. With his hair slicked back, he looked like a character from Miami Vice .
They sat in the lounge and ordered Singha beer.
âWhat do you think of Admiral Olsenâs statement about women performing combat roles in special ops?â Anderson asked out of the side of his mouth. Admiral Eric T. Olsen was the former head of U.S. Special Operations Command (USSOCOM), which oversees the various special operations commands of the army, air force, navy, and marine corps, including SEAL Team 6, Delta Force, and the air forceâs 24th Special Tactics Squadron. He had been replaced by the current commander, Admiral William McRaven, in August 2011.
âAsinine,â Mancini answered.
âIf they want to and can hack it, why not?â Crocker asked.
âBecause itâs wrong,â Mancini answered.
Crocker, who was getting antsy, leaned toward Anderson and said, âWeâd like to do this tonight, if possible. Can you get us everything we need?â
âWithin reason, of course. Expect Colonel Petsut to set the parameters.â
After paying the check, Anderson led the