an attack against the White House. They are planning a bomb!”
“Fuck. When?” Dom asked.
“I don’t know. They’re talking in code. From what I can gather, the number forty-four keeps coming up.”
“Forty-four? It’s a month and date. July fourth. Independence day,” Romeo growled. “The son-of-a-bitch is planning on attacking the Nation’s capitol on fuckin’ Independence Day.”
“Zoom in. Make sure we have enough evidence to have this mother fucker locked in Guantanamo Bay and pray he gets fucked in the ass as hard as he is ramming it to our country before they fry his ass,” Pop growled. It wasn’t like him to show feelings, especially on assignment, but the one thing he stood for was his country. He had pledged his life to defend it, and whoever stood in the way was signing their death certificate, Vice President or not. This was the biggest scandal to hit America in all of history. With Secret Service on location with the Senator and Vice President, there was going to be a public uproar and an immediate takeover from the governmental officials to secure the Nation’s safety. Terrorists were now coming in the form of the country's leaders. The shit was going to sling so far the stench wouldn’t ever be erased.
Once the crates were loaded, the suits left. The team stuck in position, just in case more went down. By midafternoon, they packed up and called the General. Instead of handing over the only copies of evidence, they made a duplicate and kept a copy in case he was intercepted on his way back to the base. With the stakes of the mission higher than ever before, and now that they had the proof to back it, they couldn’t be too safe.
The General met them on an off the beaten trail away from civilization. He couldn’t believe the information they had gathered and knew he had to be careful who he entrusted with the evidence. Instead of taking a military flight back to the States, he opted to fly from a private airstrip into the mountains so he would hopefully go undetected.
“Soldiers, your country thanks you for the risk you took to protect her. What happens from here is out of our hands. Go back to your vacation and forget it all, but be careful. This mission is completed.” The team let out a loud ‘hooah’, knowing that victory hadn’t been reached just yet, but they had completed their job to the furthest they could take it. Until action was taken, all that was left to do was hold their breath.
Chapter Four
The team returned exhausted, a fog of unresolved hanging over their heads. It didn’t sit well with any of them that they had no control over the outcome of the situation, which left the air somber and troubled around them.
“I don’t like it,” Vice complained. “Surely there is something we can do…”
“What, go take down the Vice President and half of the secret service, FBI, CIA, and God knows who else? I don’t like it any better than you do, but the General is right, there is nothing else we can do from this point. Let’s just go back and get some rest, and enjoy a job well done. We rocked this shit. Whether justice is served is left up to them.” Rock ran his hand through his hair. He had half a mind to hunt them down and arrest them himself, but knew conjugal visits weren’t allowed in Guantanamo. With a new baby to think about, any irrational wild ideas had to be depleted.
“I need a shower. That fuckin’ bush I was in has me itching everywhere,” Joker complained.
“I need a drink,” Dom griped.
“I just want some damn sleep.” Pop rubbed his eyes. They could see the stress weighing on his shoulders and knew the cause, but none dared mention it. If he wanted to discuss his personal life, they’d be there. It wasn’t their place to pry.
The SUV pulled up at the resort and Dom parked it, pulling the key from the ignition. “Let’s go get some rest. We can meet down at the restaurant tonight for dinner.” He turned and glanced at Vice who