So, this is how I figure it. Sometime between 0130 and, say, 0230, Blake gets word from some trustworthy source that I’m a mole. He whistles for Bubba—or maybe simply bypasses the war boss altogether and calls up a team of soldiers. They’re given the mission and the details, and off they toddle to my doss, to arrive at 0332. The timing is tight, but definitely possible.