“Have you found anything about the location of the bombs yet?”
Trudy glanced up at him as if in a daze. Blinking her eyes, she focused on his face and smiled. “Sorry, I was concentrating so hard, I was lost in my head. Yes, I think I found the bombs.” She began going through the papers on the desk. Picking one from all the others she got up and joined Boomer, Dewey and the others. Handing the paper to Dewey she said, “This is the only mention of places with the bombs.”
Dewey searched the cities listed and passed the paper to Boomer.
After Boomer looked at it he said, “We need copies of this list.”
Trudy noticed all the extra people and making her way over to Cyrus, she gave him a hug. “Hey, there.”
Cyrus enfolded her in a hug and mumbled, “Bout time you noticed me, baby girl.”
Trudy giggled as she hugged him, then turned to the man sitting next to Cyrus. “Hey there Tracker, how are things?”
Tracker snorted. “You just laid a shit storm on us and ask how things are?” He shook his head. “Things are fucked up big time, girl.”
“Hey, I didn’t plan this picnic, some other asshat did.” She chuckled.
“You did good work as always,” Tracker commented before he grabbed her and hugged her hard. “Now, it’s our turn to shut him down.”
“Let’s hope you can.” She looked toward the map behind her.
Tracker turned her and wrapped his arms around her. “We aren’t gonna let that happen, believe me on that,” he whispered in her ear.
Trudy shuddered. “God, I hope not. So many people will die if that happens.”
Boomer came up to Tracker and handed him one of the papers in his hand. “This is a list of places Trudy believes the bombs are hidden. We have a schedule here, so we need you guys to leave as soon as you’re ready. We have no idea what you’re gonna find, so be prepared for anything.”
Tracker studied the paper. “How long have these bombs been in place?”
“Some have been in place for a number of years,” Dewey answered. “The man who placed them was with our unit in here and in Iraq for several years. We lost touch over little over a year ago. We thought he was killed but according to Wyatt, he simply walked off with the soldiers who set off some bombs in our path.”
“What a nice guy.” Cyrus scoffed.
“Yeah, we’re still looking into his background,” Parker told them. “We haven’t had time to discover anything yet.” He motioned toward the map. “We had to figure this out first.”
Tracker nodded toward Trudy. “She’ll figure him out. If anyone can find him, she can.” He got to his feet and glanced at the others in his group. “Okay boys, let’s dance.” He gazed at Boomer. “We’ll call in when we’ve located the bombs and taken care of them.”
Boomer nodded. “Take care of yourselves boys and all of you come back alive. Don’t let this bastard win.”
“No chance of that big guy.” Tracker laughed.
Trudy watched as the twelve men left the compound. She said a little prayer for each of them to come home safe.
Cade chose that moment to return from the grocery store with the back of his truck loaded with food stuff. Everyone grabbed a couple of bags and brought them inside. Trudy went back to her desk and Cyrus began unloading the bags.
Boomer asked Dewey if he had a hotplate and a grill and when it arrived, Boomer told them to leave the cooking to Cyrus. Boomer then motioned for Dewey to follow him.
They both walked outside and Boomer came to a stop beside the second shed. “So what happened to your team in Iraq?”
Chapter Four
D ewey exhaled deeply and tipping his hat back, he ran his fingers down his face. “We were there to secure the area when shit hit the fan. The Taliban weren’t supposed to be there but as we started our recon, a team came out of the huts and began firing on us. They breached our line where Patrick Rivers was supposed to be and the next thing we know, a blast took out one of our