Page 55 of Vapor
Ben paces three steps, then stops and smiles our way. “Julius has all kinds of classified rules. I’ll ask him to get us procedures that work for Badass.”
I look down fast to school my face into serious. When I look up, Ben is smiling at me. I shrug. “Julius knows classified. I don’t talk about it with him but he’s a JAG. It was part of his job.”
Cort moves, drawing my eyes. “Is he spread thin with training and work?”
“I haven’t seen it but I’m not home and we as a we, are less than a week old.”
Jones laughs. “There is that. VP Logan talked to him about time for training. He’s open and does more consulting than training for the Law Club anymore. His old President has new trainers.”
I don’t know how he knows that. Julius didn’t tell me.
Cort nods. “Bishop said that. SOAR is getting elite flight members from Bravo. I’ll have Falcon get them through Badass first.”
I nod. “Thanks, that will help.”
“Did you have a chance to see the soldiers you rescued?” Ben switches us back to the mission.
“I did. They’re both stable and coherent. Alder asked that they get two days here before we drop them on a base. He wanted a week.” I throw it out for Alder.
Cort doesn’t miss it. “What will the extra days give them?”
“One severe malnourish. Dehydrate to both. IV help. More time, safe sleep, vitamin, good food all show healthy skin, hair.”
“I can get a doctor there. Do you have a plan for them, Alder?” Ben asks.
“I do, Prez Knight. Medic here follow my order.”
“Give them a week and a half. I’ll get a team there to get them back on base.” Ben makes my day.
“I will make ten-day menu, therapy schedule. Soldiers deserve time, I thank you for them, Prez Knight.”
“I do too. They were hoping for enough time for their feet to heal.”
Jones adds, “Alder said a few days, ten is going to have them on cloud nine.”
Alder nods. “Preses, I tell good news?”
Cort smiles. “Go, Brother.”
Alder pushes but his chair doesn’t move.
Jones slides it out for him. “Is your dog here?”
“Prometheus to hall,” he says, getting his little backpack on.
Jones checks and closes the door.
I know what he’s thinking and fix it. “I’ll get a couple of those chairs here for him.” He nods without saying it.
“What’s wrong with their feet?” Cort asks.
“Boots too small, dirty. They have open sores right now. A few days will help. Alder gave them both antibiotics in the IV. He said his vitamin booster would help heal time. We didn’t learn about boosters like that.” I look at Jones.
His hands go up in surrender. “It’s the first I heard about them too.”
“Alder made them for chemical weapon exposure. Aiyana stocks them now. It works to build antibodies that fight foreign antigens or something like that.” Ben sounds like he’s repeating what he can remember.
Cort is nodding away.
