Grant held up a hand. "Only stepping back, Doc. You won't be rid of us just yet."
James scrunched up his face. "Won't we be accepting any more missions from the President?"
"Whether or not you decide to scrap the training idea, A.T. will carry on as usual. Scott will still be our 'go to man.' Joe and I will still be in charge of your missions. But just be aware that there'll be certain missions he and I will go on -- alone. We've already had a discussion with the President."
"Holy shit, boss!" Stalley spat out.
"Look, I know you've been 'blind-sided' with this, but here's the deal. It's gonna be up to you whether this whole idea is a 'go' or not. As I said earlier, I want you to be completely honest with me. I expect you to be."
"What if it isn't a 'go,' boss?" Slade asked quietly.
"Then it's over, Ken. But Joe and I will still be stepping back." Grant's eyes went from man to man. "Listen up! You'd better not think you'd be hurting my feelings if you don't wanna do this! Got that?!" Heads bobbed up and down. "Okay, let's take a break. While Joe and I talk with Scott, you see if you can come up with a decision. Take it outside if you feel more comfortable."
A.T. filed out of the living room, heading for the door leading to the garages. Diaz trailed behind, wondering if he was making the right decision. It boiled down to continuing a way of life he loved, or spending valuable time with his son.
Once outside, the men "bombarded" Garrett with additional questions. All indications were they had already reached a decision.
Grant and Adler filled Mullins in on their meeting with President Carr. Mullins commented, "So, nothing will change as far as my 'relationship' with you guys."
"Lucky you! Nothing changes," Grant answered with a grin. "Hey, here's a thought. If this plan moves forward, why don't you consider spending some of your free time on site?"
"You mean in training?!"
"Why the hell not?"
It didn't take Mullins long to reply, "Yeah, why the hell not?!"
Just then, they heard the door open, then footsteps along the wood floor. Grant turned in the chair, draping an arm over the back. He watched each man walk by, then line up alongside the table.
By their expressions alone, Grant knew they made their decision.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
For friends, family, and fans: Thanks for your continued support!
As always, heartfelt thanks to our servicemen and women for their dedication and sacrifices.
And to SpecOps: Hooyah!
Table of Contents
Copyright
Other Books by Jamie Fredric:
Dedication
Team Alpha Tango Home Base - “Eagle 8”
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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