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That shit is as much a necessity as ammo.
Ammo can keep us alive.
Play-Doh can keep them calm.
And acalm kidis a much more compliant one.
While it takes a little longer than we originally estimated for us to arrive at the HE marina, we’re still within the approximate window we presented to the client and more importantly, our own allotted time constraints.
Each assignment we accept has quite the impressive dollar amount attached to it but having to radio in additional support on the fly cuts deep into those funds.
Blu and I have a spoken agreement about that being a Hail Mary, on our death beds, type of thing.
Wouldn’t call us greedy but who the fuck likes to do all the legwork, risk their limbs or life, and then have tosplitthe reward with someone who literally swooped in on a helo at the last minute because you can’t uber a plane yet? You know factoring them into the assignment is one thing. Gettingfucked overby unexpectedly needing them is a whole other.
Guiding Gentry up to the dock itself is easy. Trust has been built – which is why he doesn’t flinch when I exchange the rifle for a pistol from the nearest dead body – a bond strengthened – thanks to making misshapen dinosaurs and talking about superheroes – and reliability reinforced each time we weave around one of the dropped enemies. Blu stays far enough ahead during our exit of the watercraft that his presence doesn’t disturb the child’s collected demeanor yet not so far that it screams danger, stop proceeding.
The instant his parents are in sight he prepares to take off running, an action that I stop by clamping my hand down a little tighter on his shoulder. “Just one minute, big guy. Dad has to sign some papers first.”
Gilbert and Debbie prepare to lunge for us when Blu steps in their way preventing their progress.
“Move!” Debbie immediately squeaks at the same time she tries to rush past him. “That’s my son! That’s my son!”
“I am well aware that is your son, Mrs. Timbers,” my partner professionally comments as our movements halt a respectable distance behind him.
“Give him to me then!”
“I-”
“Now!” She squawks, more forcefully.
“Please, calm down, Mrs. Timbers,” Brittanie Martindale, one of our female field administrators, insists in an even tone. “Your hostile tone is unnecessary and unhelpful.”
Blonde bombshell in bed but mega bitch at the office.
I personally think it’s to overcompensate for how easy it is to get her on her back in bed – or in my case the backseat of my truck – while Blu is convinced it’s because she’s been stabbed too many times in the back – metaphorically and once physically.
Debbie screeches yet again, “Excuse-”
“No,” Brittanie interrupts with a pointed finger, “I am not interested in another emotional outburst that can be avoided by Mr. Timbers just signing here,” she taps the space on her tablet, “to complete the contract.”
“Sign!” His wife screams like a banshee.
“Your mom always like this kiddo?” I casually ask, voice directed at him, but gaze focused dead ahead.
“Loud?” Gentry innocently inquires as he looks up at me. “Or yelling at Dad?”
Not smiling is probably harder than it should be. “Both.”
“Uh-huh,” he immediately informs. “She’s always both.”
“Are you finished?!” Debbie questions, hands fanning her overly faked tan complexion. “Tell me we’re finished! I wanna hold my son! Ineeeeeedto hold my son!”
Brittanie releases a heartless hum. “I’m sure he wants that too after being held for ransom for six days.” Debbie doesn’t get in another word before Brittanie makes eye contact again. “The transfer is now complete.” She politely gestures for Blu to move. “Thank you for doing business with Haworth Enterprises. It’s been a pleasure reuniting you with your loved one.”
Debbie’s high-pitched shriek of outrage falls on deaf ears along with Brittanie’s backside considering our field administrator and her security detail are already headed back to their vehicle. My partner steps out of the way and shoots me a simple nod to relinquish my hold.
“You’re good to go,” I state on a gentle pat to his shoulder. “Enjoy sleepin’ in your own bed, big guy.”
