“Oh, when I married my wife and admitted that I was wrong ninety-percent of the time.” The others all chuckled, shaking their heads.
“Only ninety?” laughed Gator. Wes shrugged and smirked at his good friend.
“What about us sirs?”
“What do you mean?” asked Wes.
“Well, I mean we’re a Ranger team and Commander Lim has said that we can help. How does this work? I still have two years on my contract as a Ranger and I don’t want to jeopardize my place in the Army.”
“Nothing will be in jeopardy,” said Wes. “We have Commander Lim’s word. When you’re ready to leave the Rangers, you let us know. There’s always an opportunity.”
“Holy shit,” muttered Red. “Is that an invitation?”
“It is,” smiled Wes. “But let’s get through this bullshit first. Yeah?”
“Yeah, sir.” There was a knock on the door and the others turned and smiled, the Army men in the room wide-eyed and smirking.
“We thought you could use our help,” said Paige. “Hi sweetie.” She hugged Marissa as Erin and Dana came in behind her. Both women possessed PhD’s in chemistry, Erin, specifically in weapons chemistry.
“I can’t believe you came,” sniffed Marissa.
“We always show up for family,” smiled Dana.
“Can we get introductions?” smiled Red.
“You can, but you’d better get that smirk off your face,” said Gator. “This is my grandmother, Erin Dougall, married to former SEAL Nine Dougall.”
“Oh, fuck,” muttered Red. Erin only winked at him.
“This beautiful woman is Paige Robicheaux, daughter of former SEAL, Wilson Anderson, wife of Ryan Robicheaux, and daughter-in-law of legendary Ranger, Antoine Robicheaux.”
“I think I might be sick,” said Red flushing.
“No, wait,” said Gator. “This beautiful brain is Dana Redhawk, married to JB Redhawk…”
“Leg-legendary Delta operative,” whispered Red.
“Don’t worry,” smiled Dana, “your reaction was taken as a compliment. Gator sent us the information about what you were working on and we think we know what Vasily plans to do with it.”
“I’m not sure that makes me feel any better,” said Marissa. Paige took a seat with the others, pulling out her laptop.
“Good.It shouldn’t.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“I’m sorry. I guess I’m slow,” said Bullett. “Hasn’t this been tried before? I mean, the idea of placing a toxin inside something simple, small or large, an airplane crop duster, an inhaler, things like that? It’s never been successful.”
“It’s never been successful because no one was able to figure out how to protect the toxin inside the delivery device,” said Marissa.
“And you figured that out?” he frowned.
“Unfortunately.Yes.”
“I’m not sure whether to applaud you or shoot you,” said Bullett.
“Neither,” said Christopher. “Remember, she was assigned this and we need to figure out what else was assigned to these students.”
“We can’t find out that information until we find my professor,” said Marissa. “Normally all assignments would be in a computer, uploaded to the university system. His wasn’t. He did everything by hand. We used to tease him that he was very old school. In fact, he didn’t even have a cell phone.”
