Rapp kissed the top of her head. "I"m sorry I put your family in danger."
She shook her head bravely and wiped more tears from her eyes. "That"s nonsense. You"ve given me my husband back. That man tried to take him from me and you stopped him."
"But . . ."
"But nothing," she said. "If you hadn"t intervened, he"d be dead right now, and probably Shannon as well." She kissed him again on the cheek and said, "Thank you."
The family shuffled off toward the house. They wanted to be with Shannon. Hurley, Rapp, Coleman, and Kennedy watched them go. When they were far enough away, Kennedy exhaled and said, "I had a nice talk with her on the ride down. She"s a pretty strong woman."
The three men nodded, not knowing what to say.
Kennedy glanced back at her helicopter. "I have to get back to D.C. The FBI is a little concerned about how this is going to play in the press."
Rapp shrugged his shoulders. "Let "em take all the credit. n.o.body needs to know it was us."
"There were a number of witnesses who saw you and Mike. The rumors are flying fast and furious. Art Harris called and said the FBI press office is swamped with calls from reporters wanting to confirm or deny that the two men involved in the takedown were CIA counter-terrorism operatives."
"I don"t understand the problem," Rapp said. "The military does this all the time. Delta runs an op and they give the credit to the Rangers or some other outfit."
"That"s a little different," Kennedy responded. "They don"t have dozens of cameras and live footage of it."
"All they have is footage of two men in black hoods and tactical vests. FBI, D.C. Park Police . . . I don"t care who gets the credit."
"I think we"ll be able to work something out."
"You can"t do anything about the rumors," Hurley announced as he lit a cigarette. "People are going to believe what they want to believe. Besides, it"s not the worst thing to have floating around out there. It"s a nice message. You f.u.c.k with us and guys in black masks show up and put a bullet in your head. It"ll make the next guy think twice before he volunteers for one of these one-way trips."
Kennedy thought about it for a moment and said, "Stan, you always have an interesting take on things." She kissed him on the cheek and said, "I need to get back. Thanks for taking care of them." She pointed at Rapp and Coleman. "Be available tomorrow. I think some people are going to want to talk to you."
Kennedy headed for the chopper and the pilots started the engines.
Rapp turned back toward the house and said, "Stan, I think I need a drink."
"I like the sound of that."
They started walking back toward the house. "Scott, what"s your poison?"
"Just a beer, Stan."
"Mitch?"
"Whiskey and beer, please."
"Cigars?"
"Why not," Rapp said.
Coleman went with Hurley to help and Rapp headed down to the fire by the lake. There wasn"t a cloud in the sky and stars were out. Rapp looked up, found the Big Dipper and the North Star and then Orion, the hunter. Coleman and Hurley returned and they all grabbed a chair. Hurley wanted the full debriefing and Rapp gave it to him in an emotionless voice. Hurley only had a few questions, most of them to do with Max Johnson and Hakim al Harbi.
Coleman argued vehemently that Johnson be not only spared but brought on board as a member of the unit. Rapp and Hurley weren"t so sure about the second part, but they were in agreement that he"d done enough to earn a stay of execution and more than likely an outright pardon. Hakim al Harbi was more complicated. Rapp told Hurley outright that he had no stomach for killing the guy. Coleman had no opinion on the matter.
Hurley looked into the fire and took a sip of his drink. "I need to talk to Doc about him. We need to find out what makes him tick. And we need to catalog his sins. Figure out just what role he played in all this."
They heard the screen door slam, and a short while later Nash came out of the shadows with more beers. He pa.s.sed them around and took a chair.
"How"s Shannon?" Hurley asked.
Nash stared blankly into the fire. "I"m not sure. She just fell asleep, but I think Doc slipped her some pills."
"She"ll be fine," Hurley announced.
Nash shook his head. "Who knows. I gotta think something like this can really f.u.c.k a kid up."
Rapp, Coleman, and Hurley all looked at each other. Hurley spoke for the group. "Kids are resilient. We"re the ones who don"t do too well with this s.h.i.t."
Nash nodded but kept staring into the fire. "I can"t believe I almost lost her." And with that he suddenly started bawling. He tried to stop it but he couldn"t. The three men didn"t move.
After a minute of it, Hurley announced, "Get it all out. Now"s the time." He watched him for ten seconds and then said, "And don"t forget it could have been a h.e.l.l of a lot worse. All things considered . . . you were pretty d.a.m.n lucky."
Nash got control of himself and nodded. "You"re right." He finally looked over at Rapp, who was puffing silently on a cigar. "I"m sorry," Nash said. "Maggie"s right. If it wasn"t for you, I"d be dead, and Shannon might be dead as well."
"Well," Rapp said, "I"m just glad we could save her. As for your dumb a.s.s . . . I"m not sure it was worth the effort."
Nash started laughing and then they all started laughing. Nash lit Rapp up with a string of curse words and then said, "Next time you decide to turn me into a poster boy maybe you could check with me."
"You"re my boss now. I can"t take a p.i.s.s without consulting you first." Rapp gave Nash a sarcastic wink.
"Oh . . . G.o.d," Hurley moaned. "I was his boss once. A long time ago. Worst f.u.c.king two years of my life."
"Yeah . . ." Rapp said, "I saved your ungrateful a.s.s one time, too."
Hurley started spewing insults across the fire at Rapp. The group fell right back into their normal stride. It was as if the pressure of the last week was suddenly behind them and everything was back to normal. They told stories and insulted each other and they all took it for what it was-a sign of acceptance and camaraderie.
Hurley announced that it was getting late. There was one more issue that he wanted to cover, though-Glen Adams and what they were going to do with him. He looked at Nash and said, "Mitch tells me you"re still not certain about a certain traitorous b.a.s.t.a.r.d." Hurley looked over at his barn just in case there was any question about which traitorous b.a.s.t.a.r.d he was referring to.
Nash wavered and then said, "I"m not sure. I don"t think I"m exactly a paragon of mental stability at the moment."
"Well . . . all things considered I"d like to make the call."
"You want me to pa.s.s the buck." Nash shook his head. "Not very n.o.ble."
"Mike," Rapp said, "you have a great family. For their sake, and yours, I tried to put you on a different path this week. The honorable one. You can"t do both. You can"t be a great father and husband and do the s.h.i.t we do. Something has to give."
Nash stared into the fire and thought about the conflict.
Rapp leaned forward and said, "Let us slosh around in the gutter with these guys. You go take care of your family."
Nash didn"t say anything for a long while and then he nodded as if he"d made up his mind. He stood and tossed his empty beer can in the fire. He watched it turn red hot and begin to crumble. He turned to Rapp and said, "Thanks."
They watched him walk away into the darkness between the fire and the house.
Rapp looked at Coleman and Hurley, a look of disappointment on his face, and then he heard Nash say, "I"m going to go take care of my family. Good night, guys."
Also by Vince Flynn
Extreme Measures
Protect and Defend
Act of Treason
Consent to Kill
Memorial Day
Executive Power
Separation of Power
The Third Option
Transfer of Power
Term Limits