Kye
called Glenn and filled him in on the goings on in Yemen , including the pending sea
“disaster.” When she finished her
report, Glenn was quite happy at what he’d heard. “Sounds like you had a bit of fun. We’ll keep an eye on the ship and let you
know if Billy and Bear’s plan worked.
Safe trip home. Um…you gonna stop
in England
to get the injured looked after?”
“Don’t
know. Not sure just how bad they
are. Also, there’s the matter of the SAS
base. Our British friends might not be
too thrilled to have us bringing the three guys—even though they’re CIA—there. We need to make a pit stop, one of us can
call Tony and ask.”
“As
long as you don’t tell them—our three guys, that is—just exactly where in the
hell they are, it should be okay. I can
call Sir Alistair, if need be.”
“Naw,
we can handle it. They love us—not so
sure about you.”
“Very
funny.”
In the
air, with Dusty, Kye, and Pete taking turns flying, since Bruce and Maggie were
in no shape to do so, Bruce called Tony Henry.
“On our way home. Need to take
advantage of our friendship to make a repair stop at our neighborhood SAS
base. We’ve got three CIA agents from Yemen aboard
with us—one of them needs some attention, as do Maggie and I. Nothing serious, but Jack insists we make the
stop…says your doctors are better than anyone we’d use at home—unless we went
to one of the VA hospitals, which we can’t do with CIA and MI6 types. Oh, I could go there being retired Military,
but not without a lot of explaining I don’t want to do. We won’t tell these other guys where the hell
they’re at.”
“You
know you’re always welcome. Sorry you
got hit, and just why are you putting my young lass in harm’s way?”
“I was
waiting for that. Your ‘young lass’ is
one hell of an asset, and we do our best to keep her safe…but she insists on
sticking her nose in everywhere.”
Maggie,
sure who Bruce was talking to, made a rude, one-fingered, gesture in Bruce’s
direction, then grinned.
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