Jack Bowve was a good American. He loved his country. Ever since he'd been five he'd wanted to follow in his father's, and his grandfather's, footsteps and join the Navy. He signed up immediately out of high school, got an excellent ASVAB score and signed up into the intelligence program. His first enlistment went amazing. Boot camp was a breeze, and so was A-school. C-school started challenging him, but he enjoyed every minute of it.
By the time he graduated C-school, he was a second class Petty Officer, and off to his first command in Virginia. Both his detailer and sponsor at the command had questioned if he really wanted to go there, especially because of the track record the command held with intelligence specialists. Two suicides in the past year and five mysterious deaths in the past seven years. He was determined though. Both his father and grandfather had been stationed in Virginia, and he was going to be too.