“Who would have thought, huh?”
Niles Compton turned and saw Alice Hamilton as she strolled up to the small hill that overlooked the expansive backyard of the ranch.
“Thought?” he asked as he sipped his drink.
“That something as small and breakable as children could melt that old, mean bastard’s heart.”
“The master chief, yes, it is an amazing transformation.” Niles took a deep breath and then watched the activity below him. “But you do learn as you get older that the small things are what change you.”
She saw the sad look come into Niles’s countenance.
“Okay, what’s wrong?” Alice said as she stepped closer to the director.
“It’s been five days since we returned from the North Atlantic, and there hasn’t been one iota of information coming out of Russia. Nothing.”
“What does the president say?”
“That’s what is so frustrating. The Russians are acting as if the Simbirsk incident never happened. No word from Putin on the disposition of his missing crews of three ships.” He turned and faced Alice. “The president says it’s nothing out of the ordinary when it comes to getting information out of that particular government, but I’m not convinced it’s business as usual with our former communist friends.”
Alice patted him on the arm. “Go with your instincts. If you think it’s not kosher, prove it. You’re good at that.”
Niles smiled and then faced the party, and the Group down below once more. “I think I’ll let it lie for now. The Group needs time to get their heads on straight again. We have to rebuild what it was that was taken from us. I think I’ll let the president and the politicians wrestle with this one.”
“Well, then, that means you have the time to buy an old woman a drink.”
Niles held his arm out, and Alice took it. She smiled, and they both rejoined the party.
Jack, Carl, Charlie, Jason, and Will stood and talked. Jack had never once believed he could become so close to those he served with. After so many years of wars fought and lives lost, he thought he had forced himself to stop caring so much. In the end, he learned that to be a good soldier means to never stop caring. After Operation Overlord had taken so many friends, he found out that these brilliant people needed him; they needed Carl and Will and Jason. These men and women were the best of them, and with Niles leading the Group, he knew that the department, as well as the country, was in the hands of men and women who had one goal — to be the best human beings possible. It was that simple.
Xavier Morales rolled over with a tray of drinks placed in his lap. Jack saw him weaving in and around people, and then he smiled as he ran over Master Jenks’s foot with one of his wheels. Xavier sped away before Jenks could yell and blubber. The children around him laughed and thought it was the funniest thing they had ever seen in their young lives as Jenks hopped around on one foot, cursing.
Xavier was relieved of the tray of drinks by Charlie Ellenshaw. Charlie passed out the drinks and then smiled at Collins.
“With your permission, Colonel?” he said to Jack, who accepted his drink, as did the others.
The others went silent as Ellenshaw raised his glass. “For those we left in paradise, Russian, British, and American.”
They all nodded as they raised their glasses and drank the toast.
“Good job, Charlie,” Jack said as he lowered his glass. “Oh, shit,” he said, and the others turned to see what had caught his attention.
Sarah and Anya were heading straight at the group of men, and all wanted to turn and flee.
“I’ve been expecting this.”
“What?” Xavier asked, confused as the women streaked toward them.
“We have both gotten the silent treatment since we came home. I think that grace period is over. They think we go out of our way to get into trouble,” Carl said as he set his empty glass down and turned to face the wrath of the former Mossad agent.
Jack’s jaw dropped when Will, Jason, Charlie, and even Xavier turned and wandered away.
“Thanks for the backup!” Collins said to their retreating forms.
“We didn’t sign on for that kind of danger, Colonel.”
Jack and Carl sneered at the four men as they left them high and dry.
“We need to talk,” Sarah said as the two women cut off their own retreat.
Most of the Group had left for hotels in town, and the ones remaining said good-bye to the children as the private foundation financed by Niles Compton took the children to their new home in Billings, where they would receive the education and guidance in living in a far more complicated world than the one they had left.
The remaining members stood around the front yard just talking and getting to know each other once more. Sarah, Jack, Carl, and Anya stood by each other with the women laughing and the men staring off into nothingness as Will and Jason watched on laughing at the two cowed men.
“What is this?” Alice asked Niles as she watched the UPS truck enter through the gate.
“I don’t know.”
Jack walked over with Carl, and they too watched the delivery truck come up the long drive.
“You expecting a package?” Jack asked.
“No,” Niles said as the brown truck pulled up and stopped in front of the group of men and women.
The driver popped out of the sliding door with his electronic tracker in his hand.
“Dr. Niles Compton?”
“Yes?” he said as he stepped forward.
“Sign here, please.”
Niles took the plastic pen and then signed.
The man smiled and turned to his truck and slid open the back door, and he and his assistant pulled a rather large and heavy box from the back. They struggled with it but managed to get it over to Niles. The director looked at the keypad he had just signed his name to and frowned.
“It doesn’t say who it’s from.”
Jack’s hackles rose, as did Carl’s. Even the others became curious and turned to see what was being delivered in the large cardboard box. Collins took the keypad and then walked up to the driver and his assistant.
“When did you receive this?”
“It was in the warehouse when we arrived this afternoon. It’s the only delivery out this way today, so we made it our last.”
“Okay, thank you,” Jack said, and he handed the keypad back.
As the driver left, Carl gestured for everyone to step back as Jack and himself approached the large box. Stamped in red on the side was the bold lettering that warned them that the container contained dry ice.
Not only were Jack and Carl worried, Jason and Will also moved everyone away from the box. Xavier and Charlie stayed with Ryan and Mendenhall as Jack cut the straps and then sliced open the front.
“Probably just a gift for the children,” Alice said, not really believing her own words.
“Colonel?” Xavier said before Jack could open the box. He rolled over, and Carl stopped him from getting closer. “This is all I have on me,” Morales said as he produced a small sensor that resembled a cell phone. He rolled closer to the box and held out the device. It flashed green, and then he faced the colonel.
“It’s not a bomb. At least there are no nitrates of any kind.”
“That doesn’t mean there is no chemical explosive inside!” Jason called out.
“Why is everyone so suspicious?” Charlie asked in a hushed tone.
“Doc,” Will said as he watched on, “who in the hell would know where the director’s private compound is? Hell, we didn’t even know about this place.”