He started some small talk with me then bought me a drink. He then moved his hand from my ass to rubbing the inside of my thigh as I was sitting there...on the barstool. He told me he was going to go out for a cigarette and asked if I cared to join him. He sat down and began smoking a cigarette and I sat down next to him pulling a pack from my bag as well. He told me that I should sit on his lap instead of next to him so I did. I could feel the leather of his pants with his bulging cock grinding. We might not see Santiago again until Thanksgiving or Christmas.”“Shit!” was the universal response.In any event, that was for the future. That afternoon, after the memorial service, Brigade sent down an investigation team from Baghdad, to figure out what had happened at Al Qasra. Any action where you lose four soldiers and put two more into the hospital long term was considered significant, and not in a good way. Second and Third Squads were grilled, as was Lieutenant Southerland. Everything. As I was lying back in the bed with Helen, there was a knock on the door. I threw on a T-shirt and shorts and Helen did the same. It was Big Red at the door and he looked concerned."Gee that meeting was quick Red." Nah it's still going mate. You need to switch on the TV; the shit has hit the fan."There was a TV in the room so I switched to the Channel 9 morning news. You never expect to see your face on screen behind the head of the news anchor with the word 'wanted' in a banner below. It. "Where has the Army been since you started working for Neurodyne? We've been trying to get a defense contract for years and they're just interested now..." Stop it," he whispered angrily. "They're really—"Captain Pace turned towards them and the two postponed their argument."Miss Garcia," she said with a friendly smile. "Can I talk to you for a moment? It seems your partners speak very highly of you ... I was wondering where you were from." Cal Tech," Miriam said, her outward expression.