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“Maybe,” nodded Ethan. “Let’s hope the others are having better luck.”
Christian, BJ, Kev, HG, Wyatt, and Ulani walked into the large sports bar just outside the north island naval base. It was a huge place with pool tables, dart boards, several putting greens, and dozens of televisions lining the walls.
There were about a dozen people sitting around eating and drinking, in spite of the fact that it was mid-afternoon.
“Why are they drinking at 1430?” asked HG.
“They stop here for drinks before going home. End of shift on base, they can still get in a few beers or a game before facing the wife or girlfriend.”
“Or an empty house,” said Ulani.
The others nodded, realizing she was right. The military could be a lonely life for some. Suddenly, Wyatt stepped back and whispered to the team.
“I’m headed to the bar. I’ll explain later. Just stay close.” They watched as he moved toward the bar and took a seat next to a woman with blonde hair.
“That’s her,” said Ulani, leaning toward HG. “That’s the woman who was trying to get to him the night I stopped it.”
“Let this play out,” he said calmly, taking a seat. Ulani looked at him like he’d lost his mind, and he smiled at her. “It’s all an act. Just remember that he loves you, honey.”
She sat next to him and nodded.
“I guess so.” She grabbed the ball cap from Christian’s head, and he started to protest. “I need to cover my hair and face. I was the bartender that night. She might remember me.”
“What can I get you?” asked the bartender as Wyatt took a seat one stool over from the woman.
“Beer. Anything cold,” said Wyatt.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the pilot making an hourly wage,” she frowned. “You were an asshole the other night.”
“Was I?” he asked. “Sorry, I had a lot on my mind. I didn’t mean to be rude.” She took that as her sign to move closer to him, sliding onto the stool next to him.
“It’s okay. I get it. Pilots have a lot on their minds. I mean, all those buttons and pedals and things,” she smiled.
“Yeah,” he chuckled, feeling sick that he was even speaking with the woman. “My drink spilled, and you disappeared.”
“Oh. Yeah, well, the drink got on my dress,” she said quickly. He didn’t ask how that was possible with her already being at another table entertaining her next victim.
“You could have taken it off,” he smirked. Wyatt could feel the daggers at his back from Ulani. Behind his back, he signed that he loved her, and he felt the heat-seeking missiles dissipate.
“I’d be happy to take it off, honey. Let’s go somewhere else. My place is close.”
“Maybe. Let’s get to know one another,” he smiled.
“Know one another? You misunderstand me. I don’t even need to know your name. You give me two hundred, I fuck your brains out, you leave happy, and we’re done.”
“You’re a hooker?” he frowned. She laughed, shaking her head.
“What did you think? I just liked your smile. You’re cute, but I like my freedom. What do you say?”
“So, you didn’t drug my beer that night?” he asked.
“What? Fuck no! Who do you think I am? I don’t need to drug anyone’s beer to get their dick to stand up. What’s going on? Who are you?” She stood and tried to back up, but was met by a very hard, unyielding object.
“We just have a few questions,” said Kev.
“Fuck. Are you guys cops?”
“Nope. Don’t care if you turn tricks. Care if you know who’s drugging pilots and kidnapping them.”
