Most of the time, the endless fawning and relentless toadying completely wore Robin out. Right about now, though, he"d welcome it with open arms.
"We"ve been in far more uncomfortable spots," Sam pointed out.
Just a few weeks ago, Jules, Robin, Sam, Alyssa, and Ash had all been together in New York City, where a notorious serial killer nicknamed "the Dentist" had come dangerously close to killing both Jules and Alyssa.
Jules had survived by luck and his own quick thinking, while Sam had saved Alyssa"s life by blasting a hole in the wall of a creepy old town house, and then caving in the killer"s head with a pickax.
Which no doubt still gave him nightmares.
Or ... maybe not.
Still, Sam was right. That entire experience had been far more uncomfortable than this one.
"Continuing to look on the bright side," Robin said now, "we haven"t exactly had time to worry about Jules and Alyssa, have we?"
Sam made a vaguely laughter-like sound. "Good point."
Robin returned to troubleshooting their current problem. "We could wake up Gina, have her watch Ash and Mikey," he said. "Fetch her the aforementioned bucket. That way you and I could go on this supply mission together."
"Because you"re so big and mean?" Sam asked.
Robin ignored the snark. It was obviously illness-induced. "I"m big enough. And I"ve played a Navy SEAL," he reminded Sam.
"In a movie."
"But being safe on the street is all about the illusion. The att.i.tude," Robin argued. "If I walk the way you walk, stand the way you stand ... No one will come close to us. We won"t be a target, even when you"re ralphing into the ornamental shrubbery."
"If," Sam countered. He had his eyes closed again, his knuckles white as he gripped the sink. "If I"m ralphing. Which I won"t be."
"When," Robin said. "Here in my reality-based world, which, by the way, is a world where you usually reside, it"s when."
"I don"t want to leave Gina here alone," Sam said.
"So then we"re back to my going downstairs and asking one of the ladies of the night to fetch a bucket for you before I go out and ..." Wait a minute. Wait. A. Minute. The solution, suddenly, was right there. "Eureka!" It was so obvious. "All we need to do is hire a coupla hookers," Robin said triumphantly.
Sam didn"t just open his eyes at that. He full-on turned his head.
The WTF look he gave Robin would"ve been funny if ... Not if. It was definitely funny.
"To get us food and water," Robin explained, laughing. "Obviously they"re for hire, right? We just hire them to do what we need instead of the creepy stuff. Of course I"d love it if we could use your credit card instead of mine. Because you know if I use mine, it"ll be all over TMZ before you can say paying for s.e.x. And Jules"s career is ..."
He didn"t finish the sentence, because Sam had made it clear in the past, many times over, that he believed Jules"s marriage to Robin had permanently trashed Jules"s once gleaming career with the FBI. Of course, Sam had also acknowledged that some things were more important than a man-or a woman"s-career.
In the distance, the sirens started up again.
"What is that?" Robin asked.
"Try to find an English-speaker," Sam ordered. "And make sure that whoever you hire is well over age eighteen. No twelve-year-olds, as tempting as it"ll be to try to save them, or at least give them a respite from their ongoing abuse. Because no one"s going to believe us when we say we paid "em to grocery shop. It"s important."
"Understood," Robin said.
"Try to get more than one bucket or pail or even some plastic bags while you"re down there," Sam continued, "so we can go mobile when it"s time. And make arrangements for a car to pick us up to take us to the airport no later than noon. We are gonna be on that plane, I don"t give a s.h.i.t what you think. And find out what the f.u.c.k those sirens are about. If we"ve got bad weather coming, or some kind of, I don"t know, tsunami or what have you, I want to know about it."
"Good thinking," Robin said.
"Be back up here within five minutes," Sam continued. "Even if only to check in before going back down again. I don"t want you gone for longer than that, at any given time. And, whatever you do, do not leave this building. I"m trusting you, Robin. Man to man. Do this right. Don"t let me down."
Of all the things Sam might"ve said ... "I won"t," Robin promised.
He checked the babies one last time-all was still quiet-before he went out the door.
Chapter Six.
Afghanistan The meeting was productive.
Alyssa had taken advantage of the advisory team"s being locked in with a squad of soldiers by starting a discussion as to how they would set up security for a high-ranking visitor.
The ideas from officers and enlisted alike were flying fast and furious, and Jules was helping Alyssa take notes the good old-fashioned way, with paper and a pen by lantern light, since their cell phone and iPad batteries were nearly depleted, and the FOB"s generator was reserved for essential things like keeping the coffee hot.
Max was sitting nearby, observing, listening, trying to appear patient when, in fact, Jules knew he was mentally pacing.
The last message that had come in from Sam was that not only had their flight been delayed, but that Gina had come down with some kind of food poisoning or stomach virus.
Jules knew that Max knew that his being over here was hard for Gina. This entire "vacation" was little more than an endurance test for her. For Robin, too.
And even for Sam.
As a former SEAL and a man of action, it was possible that the role of sitting and waiting was hardest on Sam.
But it was Sam who had suggested the trip, generously offering to babysit not just Ash, Mikey, and Emma, but Robin and Gina, too. His plan was to distract everyone-no doubt himself included-while Alyssa, Max, and Jules were working in a war zone.
But Gina"s getting sick was a little too distracting. For all of them. Especially Max, who was looking a little green himself.
"Let"s take a break for now."
Jules glanced up as Alyssa continued, "We"ll have an opportunity later to continue the discussion, so keep those ideas percolating."
Percolating. Good word. He stood up, stretching his legs, and headed for the coffeepot, going only slightly out of his way to pa.s.s Max, who had a half-filled mug, surely cold by now, on the table in front of him.
"You want a refill?" Jules asked.
"Yeah, because not sleeping tonight from a caffeine overdose sounds like it"ll be so much fun," Max said dryly. But he held the mug, handle out, so that Jules could take it.
"We all know no one"s sleeping," Jules countered. "Not until we get the word that their plane"s wheels up out of Tarafashir." He took the mug and got in the growing line for coffee.
"Out of Tarafashir?" It was Alec MacInnough who was in front of him, and the SEAL officer turned around to tell Jules, "Who wants to leave Tarafashir? Man, what I wouldn"t give to be going in, with Commander Jacquette and the rest of Team Sixteen."
Jules looked at him through the blear of too many days without any real sleep, and those words didn"t make any sense. Until they made too much sense. "Wait a minute. What happened in Tarafashir?"
Alec was a little taken aback by Jules"s intensity. "Oh, wow, sorry, man, I thought you knew. I mean, you brought it up, right?" He looked over Jules"s shoulder, and Jules turned to see that Alyssa was standing right behind him.
"Why is a SEAL team going to Tarafashir, Lieutenant?" she asked, her voice even, her demeanor calm. Jules knew her well enough to know that her blood pressure was spiking.
"Ma"am, there"s a hostage situation at the airport in the capital," Alec reported, looking from Jules to Alyssa and back. "Some kind of terrorist sleeper cell was activated and, well, they attacked. I didn"t see the report, I just ..." He raised his voice. "Jenkins!"
"Yes, sir?" With his freckles and boyish height, Petty Officer Mark Jenkins was older and way more capable than he looked. He appeared at Alec"s elbow as if he"d been conjured there, and Alec jumped.
"G.o.d d.a.m.n it," Alec said, "how do you do that?"
"I was standing right here, sir, you just didn"t see me."
"What happened in Tarafashir?" Jules spoke over Jenk, even as Alyssa raised her own voice, calling, "Max! Sir, I think you need to hear this!"
And Max joined them as Jenkins, normally upbeat and cheerful, realized that this was personal. "Who"s in Tarafashir?" he asked, his face suddenly that of a man with a dozen years of SpecOps experience.
"Sam and Ash," Jules told him. "And-"
"Robin and Gina," Alyssa said.
"My kids, Emma and Mikey, too," Max whispered.
Jenk glanced at Alec. "Sir, maybe there"s been more information."
"Yeah." The SEAL officer nodded. "Excuse me, I"ll go talk to Lew and request computer access. In the meantime, Jenkins, at least tell them what you know."
"Yes, sir, but it"s not much," Jenkins said as Alec went out into the snowstorm, not bothering to grab his coat or a hat. "From what I understand-and you need to know that the report I saw was not verified, but ... Earlier this evening, a dozen gunmen entered the airport in the capital city of Tarafashir and, without any warning, opened fire. Casualties are believed to be high, but we don"t have details, because the tangos are still in possession of the terminal. We do know that two planes-both commercial airliners-took off shortly after the attack. F16s have scrambled with the intention of shooting them down if they don"t follow radioed instructions and land immediately." He glanced at his dive watch. "It"s hard to imagine we haven"t already achieved that objective."
"So there was no timeline on the report that you received," Jules clarified, because he knew that Alyssa was thinking the same thing he was: Please G.o.d, let them have left the airport before the bloodshed started. She was reaching for her phone, no doubt to check what time it had been when Sam had sent his text.
"No, sir," Jenk said. "I"m sorry, sir."
If they could verify that Sam sent his message after the devastating attack ... But in order to prove that, they needed to know when the gunfire had erupted.
Jenk continued, "But surely someone has that information by now."
"They"re okay," Jules said, trying to convince himself as well as Alyssa and Max. "You saw the bathrooms in the terminal. If Gina was sick, no way would they spend the night there."
"Sam would want to," Alyssa said.
"But Robin would insist," Jules told her. "And trust me, sweetie, when he wants to get his way? He gets his way. Sam didn"t stand a chance. They"re in a hotel. I know it." He looked from Alyssa to Max, trying to impale them with the power of his certainty.
But it was then that Alec MacInnough came rushing back into the shelter, shaking snow and ice off his thick brownish red hair. "Kill the lights," he shouted, and what little light there was was doused, leaving them in pitch darkness.
That couldn"t be good. Jules leaned close to Alyssa to mutter, "Chewy, I got a bad feeling about this," just as Alec found them and announced, "Sorry, Internet"s down."
Of course it was.
"I need you to bundle up," the SEAL added. "Quickly please."
"Can we send a message via radio? Contact Sam that way?" Alyssa asked, even as she slipped on her newly issued winter-white jacket and pulled on a white wool hat, tucking her dark hair inside.
"Radio"s also out-with the wind and the cold and ..."
Even better.
"Well, it"s also probably being jammed, although we haven"t verified that," Alec informed them as he led them to the door, but then held out a hand, signaling for them to wait.
"Probably?" Jules repeated, zipping up, while Alec opened the door a crack, peering out.
"We"re kind of under attack," the SEAL said.
And ... there it was. The only way this situation could have gone from mere s.h.i.t creek to full-on paddle-free.
"Kind of." It was Max"s turn to be the parrot as he pulled up his hood and tightened it around his unhappy face.
"Definitely," Alec clarified cheerfully. "So far it appears to be somewhere between two and four shooters-snipers. They took out the generator for the other building."
"So we"re leaving the shelter and playing the part of the ducks in a row because ...?" Jules let his voice trail off.
"We"re not going anywhere," Alec said. "Not yet. But we need to be ready."
"Snipers, in this weather?" Crouched next to Jules, Alyssa was incredulous. "With no visibility? Why is anyone going anywhere when we can just hunker down and freeze them out?" She paused. "Unless they"re in place to take out squirters."
A squirter was someone who fled from an attack, particularly after the attack objective was bombed and on fire.
"Oh, good," Jules said as he realized this was why MacInnough had them here, by the door. The SEAL was no doubt in charge of keeping the visiting VIPs alive in the coming mortar attack.
As Jules looked back into the gloom of the building, he realized that the soldiers who"d been hanging out had put on winter cammie, and were slipping out, locked and loaded, into the night, through various back doors.
"Local command has insisted that the insurgents in this area don"t have mortars or even grenades," Max reported tersely. "They claim that they barely have ammunition."
"Clearly they have enough ammunition to take out the generator," Alyssa countered.
"Yeah, and then there"s the recent intel about an arms dealer moving into the neighborhood. Along with the info that a local warlord allegedly just traded his three favorite wives for a rocket launcher," the SEAL said. He smiled happily. "Said info is no longer alleged. And-lucky us-we didn"t have to go traipsing through the mountains in a blizzard to find the d.a.m.n thing. He brought it right here, to us. Considerate b.a.s.t.a.r.d."
Considerate b.a.s.t.a.r.d, indeed.
"How can we help?" Jules said it at the exact same time as Alyssa and Max, but he was the only one who added, "Owe me a c.o.ke."