Get your ass home."Stacy had died two years after her son was born. Her will decreed that her son live with his godmother and her partner (now married...legally) as she felt that he would have been better treated there then anywhere else. And he had gotten along with the two other children that the couple had themselves by a posthumous sperm donor named David Findley in his will.It had been pretty good in the Post Findley world. She would never have made the friendships she had without being. " he said."Forward Operating Base," Mickey explained. I had a feeling it was more for Helen more than me.In the darkness of the car I could make out Helen, but really couldn't tell much. So I relied on my memories from the airport. She certainly didn't look like a warrior, not that she appeared particularly soft. Her body was indeed soft, but there was something in her eyes. It along with her soft body told me she might kill me, but she wouldn't chase me through the wood to do it. "What. “I have had Coors before, I will take that one.”Anton had four bodyguards with him, including the driver. After I handed Anton his beer I handed a Coors to each of them, not allowing Anton to refuse for them.“Anton, how long have you worked for the Russian government?”“Twenty eight years.”“Have all of them been in foreign service?” I asked.“No, four years in the military academy and then foreign service,” he replied.“How long have you been working for the government?” he asked. Sort of a tit. Those around him in the Operations Room were clearly nervous, but excited too. Scott's reputation amongst them was growing and growing and they were expectant about what he had up his sleeve next. The first attack by the troopers on the rear of the iLOX force was almost too quick for the eye to take in. They saw shadowy figures appear and then disappear. Then, on the screen, they saw the iLOX craft began to crackle and finally explode.Once more there were cheers around the room. Scott wasn't.