"J-5" stood for "Joint Staff Division 5, Special Operations." The Special Activities Section of J-5 had to do with things known only to a very few people, and the Special Assignments Section was sort of the holding tank-they had to appear on the manning chart somewhere.
General Naylor had had nothing to do with Major Castillo's assignment to what was colloquially known as "Jay-Five Sassas," although many people-including, he suspected, his wife and sons-suspected he did. Castillo had been assigned there routinely when he came back from Afghanistan. It was an assignment appropriate for someone of his rank and experience.
General Naylor, however, had had everything to do with Major Castillo's present Jay-Five Sassas assignment.
General Naylor was personally acquainted with Secretary of Homeland Security Matt Hall. They had met in Vietnam when Naylor had been a captain and Hall a sergeant and had stayed in touch and become close friends over the years as Naylor had risen in the Army hierarchy and Hall had become first a congressman and then governor of North Carolina and then secretary of homeland security.
Hall, over a beer in the bar of the Army-Navy Club in Washington, had asked Naylor, "Allan, you don't just happen to know of a hell of a good linguist with all the proper security clearances, do you?"
"How do you define 'good,' Matt?"
"Preferably, male and single-I need somebody around all the time and that's awkward with a female-or a married person of either gender."
Major C. G. Castillo was the next day placed on Indefinite Temporary Duty with the Office of the Secretary of Homeland Security, with the understanding between the general and the secretary being that if he wasn't what Hall needed, or they didn't get along, Castillo would be returned to MacDill.
Two weeks after Castillo had gone to Washington, Hall had telephoned Naylor about Castillo.
"How's Castillo doing?" Naylor had asked.
"Until about an hour ago, I thought he was just what the doctor ordered," Hall said.
"What happened an hour ago?"
"I found out he's living in the Mayflower. How does he afford that on a major's pay?"
"Didn't I mention that? He doesn't have to live on his major's pay."
"No, you didn't," Hall said. "Why not?"
"I didn't think it was important. Is it?"
"Yeah. Washington is an expensive place to live. Now I won't have to worry about him having to go to Household Finance to make ends meet. Can I keep him, Allan?"
"For as long as you need him."
"Would you have any objection if I put him in civilian clothing most of the time and called him my executive assistant or something like that?"
"He'll be doing more than translating?"
"Uh-huh. Any problem with that?"
"He's yours, Matt. I'm glad it's worked out."
General Naylor clicked on the read button without thinking about it. The laptop screen filled up almost instantly.