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“In fairness, sir, we would have had we known.”
“I know you’re right,” he nodded. “But that doesn’t bring Mick back, does it?” Wyatt said nothing, just standing in front of his commander’s desk as Ulani walked back into the room.
“They’ll be here in a few hours,” she said.
“Who is ‘they’?” asked Morris.
“Don’t you want to be surprised?” smiled Ulani. Morris stared at the woman, shaking his head, then burst out laughing.
“You know what? I think I do. Come on, let’s get some chow, and we’ll wait for the surprise. Do I get to know how many rooms to make ready?”
“Oh, that’s all taken care of, sir.”
As the three walked out of his office, an assistant walked toward him with a sheet of paper.
“Sir, Voodoo Guardians is asking for permission to land their jet on runway E4 in approximately three hours.”
“Permission granted. Not like they wouldn’t do it anyway if I said no.”
Just as the threesome finished their meal, enjoying coffee and dessert, a herd of buffalo entered the officer’s club. Ulani stood, seeing the concerned look on her father’s face. Concern. And anger.
“Daddy!”
“Ulani,” he said, rushing toward her, lifting her for a hug. Wyatt stood and smiled at his father, who was shaking his head.
“I always knew it was someone special,” grinned HG. “Don’t you think you could have told us all it was Ulani?”
“Well, we all like a little surprise now and then,” he laughed. Wyatt turned to face Ethan and reached out a hand. “Sir.”
“Jesus, Wyatt. Don’t look like I’m gonna rip you to pieces. You’re both adults. You know what you’re doing. It just better be only the two of you doing it.”
“I promise, sir. Ulani is the only woman in my life now, and in the future.”
“Good to hear. I didn’t want to have to hurt you.” Morris stared at the group, just shaking his head.
“When you’re all done pissing on one another and claiming your ground, could we move somewhere else?”
“Commander Morris,” smirked Wyatt, “this is my father, HG O’Neal. Ethan Dunvegan, Christian Martin, BJ Bongard, Abe Salcedo, Kev Crawford, Dan Robicheaux, Nate Redhawk, Moose Sculler, U-Jin Park, Tobias Redhawk, and Rush Anders.”
“I said ten. I count a dozen,” he frowned.
“You get two spares,” smirked Ethan. “I wouldn’t complain. We’re pretty damn useful. Plus, there are two more. Our pilots, Autumn and Clark.”
“Autumn and Clark?”
“You called,” smiled Autumn. She hugged Ulani, and then Wyatt, Clark doing the same. “Nice to see you two.”
“Now that we’ve hugged everyone,” he said bitterly, “can we go to a fucking meeting room?”
“What’s up your ass?” asked Ethan. “We’re here to help.”
“Maybe I’m a little cranky because someone has been drugging my pilots and doing God knows what to them for days. Except this time, they decided to kill him. Forgive me, but killing my pilots makes me cranky.”
Ethan stared at him, then at the other men, and nodded.
“Duly noted. Let’s find a meeting space.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
