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As their return to D.C. approached, they packed for their training and trip to Ireland. They hoped to be home by Christmas but had no guarantees. In fact, given the information about the mission, one or both might not come home at all.
CHAPTER FIVE
Back in D.C., they spotted Agent Travers as they came down the escalator to baggage claim.
“Agent Travers,” Wyl said. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Welcome to D.C., gentlemen. I will take you to your quarters and ensure those quarters meet your expectations.”
“How far apart will we be?” Rod said.
“You are housed together for the duration of the training per the general’s request. We arranged a small garden home halfway between your training locations.”
Wyl grabbed Rod’s hand and squeezed. “That’s fabulous, Travers. We wondered about living arrangements while we’re here.”
“The general asked Corporal Duggins to book VIP quarters for you together. Duggins said the general was impressed with your connection and wanted you to be together while you’re here.”
Rod and Wyl retrieved their bags, then followed Agent Travers to the black government suburban.
Travers headed south on I-95 to Newington, an affluent suburb of D.C. He pulled into a gated community, punched in a code, and moved through the gate as it opened. Two blocks in, he pulled into the driveway of a lovely garden home.
“This is pretty spiffy,” Wyl said.
Rod elbowed him. “Spiffy?”
“My dad used that word a lot,” Wyl chuckled.
“Gentlemen, follow me.”
Travers climbed out and waited.
Rod and Wyl joined him. “I’ll show you inside and make sure everything is to your liking.”
“What about our bags?” Rod said.
“I’ll bring those in once you have inspected the property,” Travers said.
Rod caught the occasional controlled smile interrupting Travers’ military demeanor and approach. A heart hid under that black suit.
They entered the living area—comfortable but not pretentious. The fully stocked kitchen included wine and a quart bottle of Tito’s. The bedroom had a king-size bed and a double shower.
“Everything in order, gentlemen?” Travers asked.
“It’s fabulous, Travers,” Wyl said. “As long as we’re together, the location doesn’t matter.”
“Excellent, sir.” Travers got their bags and put them in the bedroom.
Rod checked out the wine selection while Wyl searched for martini glasses.
Travers cleared his throat. “Gentlemen, a car will come for each of you at 5:30 every morning starting tomorrow. You will have the weekends of the 25thand October 2ndfree. You will fly to Ireland on Monday, the 4th. Any questions?”
“No, Travers. We’ll be ready,” Wyl said.
“Enjoy your evening, gentlemen.” Travers left and closed the door behind him.
Wyl and Rod stood in the quiet den of their temporary residence. “The adventure begins,” Wyl said.
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