Page 10 of Ground Zero

"Yeah, no complaints. Listen, I have an idea for a business I would like to run by you and get your opinion on."

"Sure. That's what I do, but I have to warn you. I am brutally honest."

"That's what I am counting on."

I recounted my rescue of the young girl and share with him my idea to form a private security company to combat human trafficking.

He isn't hard to convince. He and his wife Siri had a scare last year. It seems she was abducted from a parking garage in Vegas. He tells me, "I'll handle the funding. Don't worry about money. Send me a list of what you need. Prioritized. Broken down into essentials and wish list."

I laugh. "You got it."

"Do you have an area for operations?"

"No. You were my first call."

"You mind relocating to Vegas?"

I smile. "None whatsoever."

"Excellent. I think I may have the perfect location. An old chicken ranch came on the market a couple of months back. It’s out in the middle of nowhere. I've had my eye on it."

"A chicken ranch?"

He chuckles. "Yeah, it was a whorehouse that opened after The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas gained notoriety in the seventies."

"Well, I was thinking of naming the company Cock Blockers."

He laughs out loud. "Perfect! The surrounding land is available too. I'll buy up as much as I can."

"How many acres are you talking?"

"At least a hundred. I may be able to get two."

"Awesome!"

"Send me that list asap."

"Wilco."

"Out here."

The second call I made is to my former number two, Mike Franks, MotherFucker, master of all things. He doesn't even let me finish my sales pitch before he says, "I'm in."

I laugh, "Don't you need to check with the boss first?"

He chuckles. "No, we have four kids now. Two girls and two boys. Toccara will be on board, trust me. Money and getting me out of her hair will be at the top of her as to why 'I have to do this' list."

The third call is to Jack Black, Black Hammer. He is a specialist in demolitions. "Cock Blockers, Inc? My God! It's perfect! How can I say no to that? Count me in."

The third call is to Jocko Malone. He and his K9 Lucifer were instrumental in the success of more than a few of Bravo team's extractions. A dog will be critical to our success.

As soon as I explain my company and make him an offer, he jumps right on it. "I've married since serving on Bravo, so let me run it by my wife, Jorja, but I'm confident she will agree. We have two little girls now, and they are my world. I cannot imagine a more rewarding civilian career."

The fourth call I make is to Dirk Sam. He and Hardcore went to flight school together, and he is one hell of a helicopter pilot. His response is the same as the others. "Count me in."

I check my G-shock watch and walk out of the office for the fourth time in two hours. Nina should be rolling in here any minute now.

Fuck, she was gorgeous riding my cock. I shake my head. I need that view again.

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