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“Okay. Okay, I agree with that,” said Hex. “It was smart to meet in the city and not here. Just in case.”

“Hey,” said Sophia Ann and Georgie, walking into the room.

“Hi, what’s up?” asked Carl, kissing his wife. Sophia Ann kissed Eric, sitting beside him.

“Georgie received a request for weapons this morning from the defense committee. The signature was Colonel Brockman’s,” said Sophia Ann.

“When was it signed?” asked Cam.

“The day before you all visited him,” said Georgie. “I suspect that he forgot about it or couldn’t stop it after your little visit.”

“Well, apparently, our little visit wasn’t enough,” said Eric. “He’s planning something big, and we have to stop it.”

“Oh, it’s big, alright,” smirked Sophia Ann, handing them a sheet of paper. “He ordered ten thousand weapons and wanted them delivered to a warehouse in Delaware. Not D.C., not a base, not a military installation. A warehouse.”

“Shit,” muttered Cam.

“Admiral Harris will be here by five this evening. He said it was urgent,” said AJ, looking at the team.

“Then I guess we’re having dinner at Commander’s Palace,” said Luke.

“Thanks, Louis,” said Luke as they were seated at a table in the private dining room.

“My pleasure, Mr. Robicheaux. How’s your mama and daddy? How are Miss Irene and Mr. Matthew?”

“They’re all doing well, Louis. You know Grandma and Grandpa. They’ll go out kicking and screaming.”

“As they should,” he laughed. “I’ll bring some appetizers in just in case y’all don’t get to have a full dinner.”

The man left the room, leaving Luke, Hex, Cam, and Eric behind. Fifteen minutes later, the Admiral and his assistant were led into the room.

“Luke Robicheaux,” he smirked. “How the hell do you still look that good?”

“Clean living, Admiral,” he smiled, shaking his hand.

“It’s not admiral, not here. Just call me Isaac.”

“Alright,” nodded Luke. “Isaac, these are my friends, family, and teammates. Eric Bongard, Hex Vernon, and Cam Dougall.”

“I’ll be damned,” he smirked, shaking his head. “Do your friends, family, and teammates have to come from Special Forces royalty?”

“Naw, man, just need to be able to support our team,” grinned Eric.

“Well, enough with the pleasantries,” he said, pulling out a chair. Luke pushed the iced tea toward him, and he gladly accepted, then filled his plate with some of the appetizers. “Brockman.”

“We’re aware that he’s a problem,” said Cam. “He tried to buy ten thousand weapons from our weapons manufacturing facility, G.R.I.P. We declined the order, mostly because the ship to facility was in Delaware. Just a warehouse. Nothing special about it.”

“We strongly suspect he’s behind this rash of shootings in public locations. In fact, someone who served with him gave us the tip that he was doing it intentionally. He was planning a trip overseas, and we may have interfered with it,” smirked Eric.

“May have?” asked the Admiral.

“Well, let’s just say we had a little chat with him, and he wasn’t happy. Our team found thousands of weapons on his property.”

“I see. That would explain the strange explosion from his home a few nights ago.”

“That would be us,” smirked Hex.

“As much as I appreciate that, you may have destroyed the evidence we needed to court-martial him.”

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