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for the constant drone operations around the Red Sea and the Persian Gulf, in addition to providing a good staging area for Special Operations troops.
     
    “Let me think about that," Vince said. Karl wondered what there was to think about until he realized the dilemma. They weren't supposed to be in Djibouti. So while it might have been nice to walk onto an American base, there would be a lot of questions. The president had specifically told them to stay under the radar. Thus, that had to be taken into consideration; they could discuss that while they got dry and maybe had some food.
     
    Another question hit Karl as they were getting up from the floor. He was confused about the situation he and Vince found themselves in. All voodoo or shaman nonsense aside, why would Christian and his grandfather be so ready to assist them? Finally, he inquired, "Christian, how can you be so sure that those thugs won't come after you and your grandfather?"
     
    Christian smiled and pointed to where his grandfather had just left and asked, "Oh, did I forgot to mention that the President of Djibouti is my grandfather’s nephew?”
     
     
     

Chapter 6
     
     
    The hotel room door opened, and a small brown form bolted through the door. Cal heard the curse on the other side and smiled as his seven-month old German short-haired Pointer, Liberty, bounded into the room. She was all legs, trailing her leather leash like a streamer. She didn't wait for an invitation before making a straight beeline to him.
     
    Rather than make a jump for his face, or jump on his lap, she immediately sat down right in front of him, eyes wide, with her tail thumping back and forth on the carpet.
     
    "How about the next time you leave her with me, you teach me how to get her to do that?" Johnny Powers asked from the door, his brother Jim right behind him.
     
    Cal ignored the comment, paused for a moment before saying, "Okay," and then he leaned down to hug his puppy. Her body was shaking furiously with excitement. She licked his face twice and looked up at him with expectations of a reward. "Sorry girl, no treats today."
     
    She cocked her head in dismay, but she didn’t whine. Then, after waiting another beat, just in case Cal changed his mind, she turned and sat adjacent to his right leg and faced the door, as if she was now prepared to protect her master.
     
    Cal kept his hand on her back, stroking her soothingly. "Did she give you any trouble?"
     
    Johnny shook his head, but there was a slight look of exasperation on his face. "No, not really, but man can that dog run! If you let her off her leash—” He made a sign with his hand like a jet taking off.
     
    His brother, a former Marine C-130 pilot, chuckled. "I don't even think I've ever seen my brother run that fast before. I should have gotten it on video."
     
    Of the two, Jim was the more conservative brother; he was quiet and reserved, while his brother was more gregarious. Maybe it was the Marine in him that kept him that way, while his brother was all Air Force, smooth and slick. They were a welcome addition to The Jefferson Group.
     
    "Did we miss the show?" Johnny asked.
     
    "No," Cal said, "They're patching him through in five. The other guys should be here by then."
     
    Daniel “Snake Eyes” Briggs was the first to arrive, walking in with only his customary nod to the three other men. Dr. Higgins entered without looking up from the paperback novel he was reading. The last to arrive were Top and Gaucho.
     
    "You're telling me that you can really make that much money off a food truck?” Trent was asking.
     
    Gaucho drew a cross over his heart and then pointed in the sky. "I swear on my mommy's grave," Gaucho said, "You should see how much money my cousin's pulling in and most of it is cash!”
     
    Trent shook his head and whistled. "Well, that sure is something to think about."
     
    "You thinking about making a career move, Top?” Johnny Powers asked.
     
    Trent grinned, “I don't