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her.  Also, if you could get us the address to the funeral home, the team would like to send flowers.  Jo and I would like to send flowers.”
                  “Thanks, Mike, I’ll let her know that you and Jo were thinking about her.  And, I’ll make sure that you get the address when I get there.”
                  “If you need somebody to check on the house while you’re gone, Jo and I can stop by over the weekend,” Mike said.
                  “No, that’s okay, we won’t be gone long.  The funeral is this weekend, and we should be back home by next Tuesday, so I don’t see a problem with that.  If we get stuck there, we may give Jo a call to go by.”
                  “Alright, but if you need anything, just give a call,” Mike replied.
                  “Thanks, Mike, I appreciate it.”
                  Mike walked out of Major Salk’s office, and nodded at SSG Cooper as he left.
                  “Remember, dodge , and seek cover .  Then you return fire.”  Mike put emphasis on dodge, cover, and then just to get one more dig at SSG Cooper.
                  SSG Cooper laughed, “Screw you asshole.”
                  “That’s Chief Warrant asshole, thank you very much.”
                  Mike ducked out of the office before SSG Cooper could throw something at him.  Mike walked by First Sergeant Grant, who was looking at one of the TVs that had news on at all times.
                  “How’s it going, Top?” Mike asked.
                  The First Sergeant stopped dead in his tracks, looked at Mike, and said, “One coke addled jackass and the whole world stops turning.”
                  Mike nodded in sympathy.  “Assholes have a tendency to do that, especially when they have a nuclear bomb.”
                  The First Sergeant shook his head and walked down the hall.  Mike could sympathize.  He and his team had multiple headaches whenever the Iranian President came for a visit to Venezuela.  It was looking more and more like Iran was willing to use proxies to attack the United States.
                  Mike thought about the new mission.  “Jo is going to be pissed,” he thought.  She wanted Mike there for the ultra sound.  Mike wanted to be there for the ultra sound.  He just hoped she wouldn’t take it out on him.
                  Mike continued on to the team room.  Rob, Tom and Mickey were now stripping weapons and cleaning them.  Tom was inspecting all of the weapons to ensure that all the parts were in working order.  He was the armorer for the team.  If he found a problem that he wasn’t able to fix with a spare part, he would take the weapon down to the gunsmiths in the basement to get it fixed.  He was also a gunsmith, but regulation required him to use the squadron gunsmiths.  The team was working through all the weapons for the team.
                  Everett was in his office working on evaluation reports that were due to the First Sergeant before Friday.  The First Sergeant had to review them before Captain Bostak signed them when he got back from leave.
                  Mike went to his computer, logged on, and read the warning order for the mission next week.  Major Salk was not kidding when he said there really was not much information in the warning order, or WARNO.  It just detailed the equipment needed, the information needed to get the pallet on the correct C-12 over at Peterson Air Force Base, and the manifest for his team.  Not much to look at.  Mike was surprised by the amount of weapons and ammunition that was required.  Major Salkwas correct about the requirements for Top Secret and Department of Energy security clearances, and an infantry background.  It was no wonder that his team had gotten this mission.  Strangely, it seemed tailor