“Patbingsu?” Choi asked. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No, that’s what she called it. Why, do you know what patbingsu is?”
The Korean-American snorted. “I should. Used to have it a couple of times a week when I was growing up. It’s a desert — shaved ice with sweet toppings, like red bean paste, fruit, or condensed milk. Patbingsu means ‘red beans with ice’.”
“Somewhere there’s a joke in there,” Dante said.
Tanner looked at Choi. “How are you doing, Danny?”
“Still sore,” the DEA agent replied. “I’ll be on medical leave for another two weeks.”
Casey approached the group, escorted by a phalanx of Secret Service agents including Jenifer DuPree. Casey motioned to the protection detail to stay where they were and joined the group. “Good to see everyone’s okay.”
“What about the slaves from the lab?” Dante asked.
“The North Koreans are split in terms of what they want. About half want to stay here and apply for political asylum, while the rest want to go to South Korea. The South Korean Consulate is helping us figure out who wants what and how feasible that is. As for the Chinese, most of them want political asylum. The president is sending a planeload of INS agents to help sort it all out at the local office.”
“What’s happening with the ranch?” Naomi asked. “There’s not much left of either house.”
“We lucked out there,” Casey replied. “We put out the story that it was a base for the terrorists who attacked San Francisco, which is true, and that they were Islamic fanatics, which isn’t. The president isn’t willing to declare war on North Korea, not when he has his hands full with ISIS and the Middle East.”
“Colonel Mulkerin won’t catch any flak, will he?”
“Under the circumstances, no. The president feels that both Agent Vessler and the Colonel made the right call. Officially, it was the terrorists who set fire to ICEHOUSE, and all reports will reflect that.”
“What happened to Hong? The Black Dao is crumbling with him missing.”
“Witness protection program,” Casey said. “He spilled everything about the Black Dao in return for a new identity and life elsewhere. It was either that or a lifetime in a Supermax on terrorism convictions. He chose to cooperate.”
Vessler looked at Tanner and the others. “So what are your plans? Leaving town soon?”
Tanner shook his head. “Not for a couple of days. We need a break before heading out.”
“We can show you around the real San Francisco.”
Tanner looked at the others. “Any objections?”
“Would be nice to see the city without peering at it over gunsights,” Liam said.
“Or running up and down flights of stairs,” Danielle added.
Stephen nodded. “Doc said that I should rest the shoulder a couple of days.”
Naomi shrugged and broke out in a grin. “About time I spent some downtime with old friends. I’m in!”
“Vessler turned to Casey, but the former FBI director held up a hand to stall her impending question. “Go and enjoy yourself. I have a few loose ends to clean up and then I’m heading back to D.C. tomorrow night.” He smiled. “No rest for the wicked.”
The DEA agent nodded. “After the wake, I know a watering hole where we can toast to George’s memory.” She grinned. “And if you get me drunk enough, I’ll tell you about the time me and Nay found ourselves in a biker bar filled with Hell’s Angels and what we had to do to escape with our lives and dignity intact.”
Naomi’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare tell them that story!”
“If you buy the first round, I might reconsider.” Vessler’s grin widened. “You will not believe what Nay can do with her tongue and a pickle.”
The rest of the OUTCASTs turned to look at Naomi, who flushed. “It’s not like that!” she said quickly. “Get your minds out of the gutter.”
Vessler reached out and grabbed Naomi by the arm. “Come on, Nay,” she said in a more serious tone. “Need a friend right now, and you’re about the only one I can talk to.”
“What about me?” Choi demanded in a mock hurt tone. “What am I, chopped liver?”
“No, you’re a guy. Come on, Nay.” They walked away, trailed by the others.
Before they got out of earshot, Casey heard Liam ask Choi, “Do you know the biker bar story?”
“Yeah.”
“What can Nay do with a pickle and her tongue?”
“Pray you never find out. When Vess told me, I had nightmares for months.”
Casey snorted a laugh, then turned to DuPree. “Thought about my offer?”
“Still considering it.”
“Take all the time you want. For now, let’s help get the city back on its feet.”
Other books in the OUTCAST Ops series (can be read in any order):
Game of Drones by Rick Jones and Rick Chesler
When a highly sophisticated terror cell steals a contingent of deadly Reaper drones from a U.S. military base, no one has to wonder for long what they’ll be used for. As America’s own top military technology is turned against its homeland, it looks as though, for the first time in history, the president will have no choice but to give in to terrorist demands.
As a nauseating wave of drone strikes brings the eastern seaboard to its knees, OUTCAST is hell-bent on showing America that their way isn’t the best way—it’s the only way.
The Poseidon Initiative by Rick Chesler
During a terrifying break-in at a marine laboratory, a European-North African terror group makes off with a large quantity of deadly nerve agent. Demands are made and large-scale attacks are launched in the United States from coast to coast.
When the President of the United States becomes a target of the terror group while hosting a party on his yacht, OUTCAST is hell-bent on showing America that their way isn’t the best way—it’s the only way.
African Firestorm, by Craig Reed, Jr. and Rick Chesler
When pirates hijack a container ship off the coast of Somalia, a sinister plan to cripple the U.S. presence in the Persian Gulf and precipitate a war is unleashed. Two North Korean nuclear warheads being smuggled to Iran are the centerpiece of an ISIS plot to distract the world’s attention. If they succeed, thousands of people will die in nuclear fire and the world will be at war.
As a quiet investigation in South Africa suddenly goes hot, leading to a Somalian pirate base and a night-time assault on the high seas, OUTCAST is hell-bent on showing America that their way isn’t the best way—it’s the only way.
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