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Erin ran toward her husband, falling into his arms as he held her tightly, kissing her face. Wilson, Adam, and Cruz knelt beside Peter, checking his wounds, waiting for Frank to finally fall.
When he did, his body was paralyzed by the location of the knife’s entrance. He just stared up at the clouds, gasping for air.
“You shouldn’t have fucked with my family,” said Trak, looking down at the man.
It was hours of interviews with the FBI, airlifts for Peter to the nearest hospital, and the exhausted team thrilled to know that the woman and her nieces were safe.
“You guys are handy to have around,” said one of the agents. “Thanks for what you did for Agent Eagle. He’s got a long road to recovery, but someone with your team said a special helicopter will be taking him to her home for recovery.”
The team laughed, shaking their heads.
“That would be my mother,” smirked Gaspar. “We’ll take great care of him.”
“What about the wife? Francis?” asked Ghost.
“She was in on it the entire time. Worked for Grizzly as a dispatcher, but her background was in tech. She knew what she was doing and hid her tracks well. She’s confessed to everything, although I doubt that will make much of a difference now.”
“No. There’s been too much damage done,” said Ian.
“Hey, one more thing. Who made the hit with the knife? I’ve never seen aim like that in my life.”
“Does it matter?” smirked Gaspar.
“No. I just want to know who to stay away from if I ever decide to join the dark side.”
“That’s easy,” said Ghost. “All of us.”
Exhausted, hungry, and just wanting showers and soft beds, they booked at the hotel near Mama Irene and Ruby, only to discover that the two women had taken over the restaurant’s kitchen.
“Mama, you can’t just charge in and take control of a kitchen like this,” said Baptiste.
“I don’t mind,” smiled the man. “Your mother and Miss Ruby have been giving me some great recipes to try. I’m happy to play sous chef to them any day of the week.”
“See, Baptiste, some people appreciate my skills,” said Irene.
“Mama, we all appreciate your skills. It’s just the way you go about showing them we have trouble with.”
When three familiar faces walked into the restaurant, the men all smiled, standing to say hello to Barb, Abigail, and Adelaide.
“Well, look at these pretty faces,” smiled Dex.
“We wanted to come by and thank you again,” said Barb. “We just left the hospital and heard about the FBI agent who was shot in all this.”
“We took him flowers and cookies,” said Abigail.
“You did?” smirked Dex, turning, he looked at Irene. She stared at him, daring him to say a word.
“We did,” smiled Barb. “He’s a very nice man.”
“Yes, very nice,” grinned Gaspar. “Had some rough things happen in his life, but he’s a good man. Solid.”
“You need a good man, Aunt Barb,” said Adelaide.
“Addy!”
“What? Mom says it all the time. Besides, he was nice and cute.” Barb laughed at her niece, just shaking her head.
“We’re gonna go back and see him tomorrow,” said Abigail.
