CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and SEVENTY
Sunday morning — 3:14 a.m.
“So what do you think?” Lieutenant Colonel Alexandra “the Fey” Hargreaves asked.
“I still don’t understand why you’re doing this,” her biological father, Benjamin, said.
He had been her mentor until he retired some number of years ago.
“It needs to be done,” Alex said. “And done well.”
“Why you?” Ben asked. “Why your team?”
Alex turned her head to look at him. They had been pouring over maps of Poland on his ancient wooden table in his private office in the basement. The fire blazing in the fireplace didn’t cut through the cold seeping in from the miles of limestone below. They were now sitting in armchairs around the fire. They spoke in quick Parisian French.
“Why you?” Ben asked in a near whisper.
She opened her mouth to speak but he held up a finger.
“And don’t say, ‘Why not me?’ because I taught you that bullshit answer,” Ben said.
She gave him a wide grin.
“Why …?” Ben started again.
“Hold your horses!” Alex said with a laugh. “Give a girl a moment to get a word out.”
“Okay, why me?” Alex asked. “Why my team?”
“It’s the first non-US military project that you’ve taken since …”
“I promised John I would stop saying ‘everyone died,’” Alex said.
“How long has it been?” Ben asked.
“He bet me that I couldn’t go a month,” Alex said. “That was three months ago. I haven’t …”
She shook her head, and Ben laughed. She smiled.
“Yes, this is our first civilian contracting since everyone died,” Alex said.
“My lips are sealed,” Ben said.
“Until you decide to rat on me,” Alex said.
They laughed. He took a sip of his cognac before continuing.
“You own a portion of a military contractor,” Ben said. “You sit on the board.”
“I am aware of that,” Alex said.
“Why not send them to do this?” Ben asked. “Why take the Fey team? It’s not like you don’t have enough on your plate with your children and home, not to mention the Factory.”
Alex nodded. She fell silent as she dove deep into herself to come up with something honest that he would accept. She shook her head.
“I don’t believe that you do not know,” Ben said. “I won’t believe it.”
“I can tell you what I told the team,” Alex said. “And, you should know that we voted on it. The entire team chose to take on this project. Every single vote a ‘yes.’”
“Fair enough,” Ben said. “Let’s start there.”
“I told them that there were three reasons to take this job,” Alex said. “The first is personal. We all know and love Sandy. We would help her in any way we possibly can.”
Ben grunted and nodded his head.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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