Page 143 of Chaos has a Name
Pass.
Callen was not taking a chance with his family.
What if this Hollow thought their polyandrous lifestyle was detrimental?
Could they lose Chris?
Gene?
Elizabeth?
Fuck no.
That wasn’t happening on their watch.
Again, they had jurisdiction, and their wife would lose her ever-loving mind if the Native council interfered. While normally, Callen leaned toward protecting Native rights, in this case, he was all about stopping this senseless killing done by whoever was playingThe Hollow.
Only, before he could say shit, the council made up their mind.
“We need to vote on this,” Abe said. “I don’t like the FBI, or their practices. I’m sorry, gentlemen, but your grandfather only has so much influence in our decisions. Since the Blackhawks have shunned their role as Shaman, we need to focus on what we think is right.”
Callen didn’t care if there was or wasn’t a Shaman here. The bottom line was that in the United States, you couldn’t randomly kill an innocent person.
Period.
They knew Timothy’s memory would dull over time when it came to protecting them, and they were fine with that. They could lead their own lives.
As for the reservation not having a Shaman, he didn’t care. The BlackhawksWEREthe FBI. They bled red, white, and blue and carried gold shields, so a Shaman came last when it came to homicide.
Hell!
Let them put a want ad in theUtah Ledgerand do interviews to find one. If Ethan wasn’t picking up the mantel on this one, it would fall to one of their sons.
And their kids were young.
The other man who was sitting opposite Abe spoke next.
“I agree,” Lance said. “We need to discuss this, and while we know your position, a vote will make this easier on all of us. We like to be progressive.”
Callen lifted a brow.
Progressive?
Like sacrificing someone to a Wendigo in this day and age? Was that their definition of progressive? If so, someone needed to get out a dictionary and read the definition.
This was bullshittery.
And chaos.
Tom clearly agreed with the two men, so he nodded.
“Can we have a few minutes,” he asked.
Here they went again.
Now, Callen recalled how goddamn stressful his job was when he was here.
Oh, and why he’d run so damn fast to get to DC and out of here.
