Moms watched Scout licking her Fudgesicle and the way everyone on the team was working on their own, and was a bit amazed that this girl had taken them all, even Roland, over so easily. In a few years she’d be very dangerous. Right now she was like a frolicking puppy to them, but one day she’d be a woman. Moms experienced a momentary pang of jealousy for a girl who could so easily win over her team with just her spirit and gumption.
“What are you thinking?” Scout had noticed Moms’s scrutiny.
Moms bit off the last piece of Fudgesicle and swallowed it. “What are we going to do about the house?” Moms said, not to Scout, but the team.
But Scout didn’t realize what she meant or to whom she was talking. “You can hire a cleaning team. You get a good one and—”
“Going to be tough,” Nada said. “The cameras have been tracking us every time we come and go. I think the yard is mined. And I bet there are a lot more surprises inside.”
“I wonder what the owner is up to in there,” Eagle said.
“I wonder what the Firefly is up to in there,” Roland said.
“It’s had time to adjust,” Doc said. “You have to wonder if the dog was doing a recon of us.”
“And testing the Wall,” Nada added.
Scout’s head went back and forth, like at a tennis match. “You mean Bluebeard’s house?”
Moms nodded. “I suspect the last Firefly is in there.”
“In there where exactly?” Kirk asked over the net.
“I’m afraid in the defenses,” Moms said. “From what we’ve seen there’s a very complex alarm and defense system built into the place. If the Firefly got into the computer system that controls it, then it controls everything.”
“Fuck,” Roland muttered. “An entire house?”
“An armed house,” Nada corrected. “Just from what I’ve seen, there are steel shutters on the insides of all the windows. Motion and heat sensors backing up the cameras. I think there are Claymores on the lawn. Automated guns in some second-story windows.”
“Who is this guy?” Eagle asked. “Why does he need that much security here, in the middle of a gated community?”
“Wrong question,” Moms said. “The real question is why would someone pick a gated community to put their stronghold in?”
“Someone with something to hide,” Kirk said.
“Drug dealer,” Eagle said. He looked at Scout. “You said he had SUVs coming and going in the middle of the night.”
“Not a drug dealer,” Kirk said with conviction.
“How do you know?” Eagle asked.
Kirk’s voice echoed out of the speaker. “My father cooked meth. This might be Senators Club and high and mighty, but from what I’ve seen, it’s not operating like that. There’s a pattern to things, and the issue with drugs is you can’t control when you deliver, because when people need, they need.”
“Could be a distributor,” Nada said. “He’s using the gated community as his outer defense.”
“Like ‘The Purloined Letter,’” Scout said.
Eagle shook his head. “Have you read everything?”
Scout pointed at the books behind glass. “I haven’t read the book on bird watching in Bolivia.”
Everyone laughed and the tension in the room evaporated just like that.
Moms nodded. “She’s right. Best place to hide something is right out in front of everyone. Hell, nobody’s come knocking on our door and we’ve destroyed part of the golf course and a pool.”
“Nice neighborhood watch you’ve got,” Roland said.
“Thanks,” Scout said. “We like it.”
“Let’s just blow the house up,” Roland said. “We could Excalibur it. Two ought to do the job.”
“If the Firefly is in the security computer and has Internet access,” Doc said, “it could escape. After the horseshoe, I think we need to be very certain of our target and guarantee the kill.”
Moms wasn’t keen on the idea either. “We blast it, we don’t know whether the Firefly goes. We’ll have debris all over the place. Concealment will be a bit hard.”
Kirk’s voice cut in. “We’ve got company rolling in.”
Everyone started reaching for weapons.
“Friendlies,” Kirk added. “Mac is back. I’m opening the garage and coming down.”
Everyone went into the garage. Mac was not only back, but he was back in style, riding with Emily from the golf course, sitting next to her on her bar-cart. The door slid down behind them.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Moms demanded.
Mac gave his trademark smile. “AWOL, Moms.” He held out his hands, wrists together. “You can arrest me if you like.”
Moms went around the cart and put a hand on Mac’s shoulder. He didn’t shrug it off. “We’re glad to have you back. We need you.”
Mac got out of the car, but couldn’t hide the wince of pain.
“I told him he needed to go back to the hospital,” Emily said. “He called me from outside, needing a ride. I picked him up at the service entrance.”
“I couldn’t trust that Support wouldn’t send me back to Womack,” Mac said. “I remember Eagle told us he’d met another Asset,” he smiled at Emily, “and, well, I’m back.”
Moms stuck her hand out to Emily. “Eagle told us about meeting you. We’re so sorry for your loss.”
Emily shook Moms’s hand. “My husband believed in the Corps. A person’s got to believe in something or life isn’t worth living.”
Nada put them on task. “We gotta kill a house, Mac.”
“Let me take a look at it,” Mac said, and they all trooped inside.
Moms was the last out of the garage and she paused for a moment before entering the mudroom. They had a sixteen-year-old girl as their Asset and a war widow bringing back their demo man, AWOL, in a golf cart loaded with booze. Moms knew she should send both Scout and Emily packing, but Scout had shown her value over and over again. And Emily had brought them the man they most needed right now to take down a house. Moms was beginning to understand that once you broke Protocol a single time, it got easier and easier to break.
She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Nada,” Moms said, “tell us your thoughts about the house.”
Nada pointed and began explaining their suspicions about the house being armed.
Nada ended, “We’re going to have to go in.”
“How the hell—” Eagle began but was cut short as Moms’s computer dinged, indicating incoming e-mail. Ms. Jones was nothing but efficient, and she also had access to every intelligence apparatus under the umbrella of the United States government as well as overseas connections.
Moms scrolled through the intelligence summary.
“Bluebeard’s name is Octavio Forrenzo.”
“Fucking mafia,” Roland said.
“Not,” Moms said. “It’s a cover name for a Russian, former KGB. Arms dealer.”
“Worse than the mafia,” Eagle said.
Roland was excited. “I bet he’s got some good stuff in there.”
“Yeah,” Eagle said, “and it’s all pointed at the windows and the doors, ready to blow your big head off when you stick it in.”
“Any more Fudgesicles?” Nada asked Scout.
She shook her head. “Just a box of Creamsicles.”
“Get me a couple,” Nada said.
She looked at him and he said, “Please?”
“Me too,” Moms said. “Please.”
“Yeah,” Kirk chimed in. “Please.”
“Please?” Eagle said.
“Pretty please,” Mac said. “And one for Emily?”
“Of course Emily gets one,” Scout said. She headed for the stairs and paused, looking at Roland. He nodded his big head. She waited.
“Please,” Roland said.
Scout scurried up the stairs.