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In Their Own Words - We, the People
Harm Mac Clay Bud AJ
Major Sarah MacKenzie
By Amy (firstname.lastname@example.org)
This morning started early, with the phone ringing five minutes before the alarm was set to go off. It was my CO, informing me that I was being pulled off the Hicks prosecution. I was being temporarily reassigned to JAG headquarters and was supposed to meet my new CO, Admiral Chegwidden at the White House, an unusual location to say the least. When I got there, I was introduced to Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr. and Lieutenant (j.g.) Bud Roberts. Seems that Harm is an F-14 pilot turned lawyer who was receiving a Distinguished Flying Cross at a ceremony at the White House. I bet there's an interesting story to go along with that. Actually I'd bet that he has a lot of interesting stories to tell. When he first looked at me, a look of horror was played out on his face and it was a very eerie feeling. He claimed it was just déjà vu and that I looked like someone that he'd met in the Navy, but I can tell there's more to it.
I'm not entirely sure what to make of Lieutenant Roberts. My first impression was "what is someone this green doing stationed at JAG headquarters" and that the Admiral was going to eat him for lunch. But now I'm not so sure. He obviously has the knowledge to be effective and is probably just a little overeager.
The hammer really hit when we got back to JAG and met with the "Special Assistant to the Undersecretary of State" (read CIA agent) Clayton Webb. I had been given the basics of the case, but Webb informed us that Uncle Matt is suspected of stealing the Declaration of Independence. I felt like the floor had dropped out from under me, but I tried to pretend that I didn't know who Matthew O'Hara was. I tried to pass it off like knowing a legend, but I could feel everyone's eyes on me. It was like they wanted me to break down and tell them everything about Uncle Matt and where he was. Well, if so, they were disappointed. Although flustered, I am a Marine and I wasn't going to fold like a house of cards.
So now we're on our way to Arizona. Bud is across the aisle, studying something that looks suspiciously like law school notes and Webb disappeared somewhere to the back of the plane, cell phone is hand. Harm is looking out the window. I bet he'd love to be at the controls right now. I've never seen someone so at ease in the air, even when we hit some turbulence a little while ago. Every once and a while he looks over at me and makes idle chitchat, flashing his brilliant smile. He seems so charming and comfortable with himself. If it wasn't for the circumstances, I could find myself being friends with him. That is if I thought that he was being genuine and that I could trust him.
Right now all I can do is worry about Uncle Matt. I understand what he's trying to do and why, but I'm afraid that he could get himself killed. As evidenced by the fact that I'm working this case, the government is willing to do anything to get the Declaration back. He's the only family I have left. He saved my life. I don't know what I'll do if something happens to him. I can only hope that somehow there's a way to make everything all right.
Even after going through the debriefing, I still have a hard time believing everything that's happened. Uncle Matt is safe, but in custody, which is probably the best outcome that I could have expected. But what a wild ride to get to this point.
When we got to Arizona, we got caught up on the situation on the ground. I tried to lose Harm by suggesting that he go check out the hijack site with Webb and Bud while I went to talk to the base CO, but Harm caught me going in the wrong direction. He forced me to tell him the truth and promise to take him along.
I could have killed him as left me hanging while he was on the phone, only to find out that he was calling Bud and not Admiral Chegwidden. But I have to admit that he was thinking a lot more clearly than I was. I probably would have led Webb directly to Uncle Matt. Harm was also genuine in wanting to resolve the case. I'd put my life and career on the line for Uncle Matt, but he's something special to put his on the line for someone he doesn't know. Somehow I feel comfortable trusting him and I even told him about the time that Uncle Matt and I spent at Red Rock Mesa when I was drying out. But he's also all man, with the cigars and the comment about there being a bed in the back of the truck that we rented. I bet he's one of those pilots that think that dress whites and gold wings can get you into bed anywhere. I don't think so, Mr. Rabb!
Anyway, we were able to lose Webb's tail and headed to find Uncle Matt. I admit that pulling a gun on Harm when Uncle Matt's helo came to pick us up wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I needed to talk to Uncle Matt. I knew that he wouldn't hurt Harm, but I wasn't too sure about his followers, a suspicion that was justified. Even after that Harm was still willing to help Uncle Matt end the standoff with the government and is going to defend him against the charges and in the process save my career. It took some level-headed thinking on his part. In direct contrast is the way he grabbed to the helo skid when two of Uncle Matt's followers decided to take us hostage. But I was very glad to have Harm there.
I don't know what the future is going to hold, but I have a feeling it's going to be one hell of a ride.
Disclaimer: While based on the JAG episode, this is for entertainment purposes only and no profit is being made.