Here’s the next installment. I’m sorry it’s a little late getting out, real life got in the way for a while. I hope I got the Guinness right this time. Thanks as always to my editor Dawn. You’re such a dear for sticking with me, also Misty and Miss Cullen for your guidance on the critics. Please enjoy the story, and don’t forget to vote.


For quite some time, the small group of SEALs drank beer and talked about different things. Mostly, of how good it was going to be to head back to the States. Every time it came up, Kristine’s heart sank a bit more; her affair with Adam was ending.

When she glanced at Adam, he was smiling and talking about taking a few weeks vacation, something stupid about watching the Buckeyes. It was loud in the club, so she tugged on his sleeve to get his attention.

“Why would you want to watch a deer’s eyes?”

“No Kristine, it’s not a deer, it’s the name of The Ohio State football team. Their called the Buckeyes.”

“Oh, so you’re not unlike European men. All they want to do is sit around and watch football.”

“That’s not football Kristine, that’s soccer. Real football is hard hitting and fast, that’s football baby,” V-man corrected her.

Their conversation stopped when Laura approached the group to pick up the empty bottles. She knew Kevin was nervous around her, so she stayed away from him and went in between Hawkins and Dawson.

“Hi there little lady, if you can swing it, how about one more round and then I think I have to call it a day,” Neal Hawkins said as he pulled out his wallet again.

“Hey Skipper, you got the last one, it’s my turn,” Kevin told him.

Kevin stared at Laura to see if his werewolf senses would kick in, they didn’t. When she looked up and saw Kevin staring, she quickly diverted her eyes down. Kevin detected a hint of sadness, but couldn’t figure out why.

“Laura, I’d like to apologize again for earlier. I had a cramp and I didn’t mean to startle you,” he told her with a big smile.

“I told you, it’s alright. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she replied, and her voice left little doubt about her feelings.

After she left, Hawkins leaned across the table towards Kevin. “It’s just me, but I think you need to tip her big for making her…”

His critique of Kevin’s behavior stopped when his pager went off. Hawkins looked down and found it was the duty office trying to get in touch with him. “That’s it for me kids.”

“Hey Skipper, we’re going to call it a day also. Can you give me and the guys a ride back to the barracks?” V-man asked, as he looked over at the two other SEALs from Charlie.

“No problem guys. How about you Dvorska, need a ride?”

“No thanks Skipper, I got beers coming, and I’m sure Kristine could give me a lift.”

Lieutenant Commander Neal Hawkins and the others walked out of the Enlisted Club. Now that Kristine was alone with her two favorite SEALs, she scooted her chair over towards Kevin.

“Ok, out with it Kevin. SEALs are some of the most physically fit men in the Navy. They don’t just get cramps all of a sudden.”

“This isn’t really the proper place to tell you about my, you know what, side of me.”

“So it’s got to do with your gift?”

“I wish everyone would stop calling it that,” Kevin replied with a grim face.

Just then, Laura came back with a full tray of beers. She looked around for the others and then got that sad look again. As she set the beer on the table, she looked at Kristine.

“I guess I made them nervous too. Sorry about running your friends off.”

“Why would you think such a thing? They had to go take care of some things, that’s all. Trust me I know those men, and they would have love nothing better than to sit her and flirt with you dear.” Kristine told Laura, as she placed her hand over hers.

“It’s just, I’m not very good around people. I still don’t know why I took this job.” Laura pulled her hand back, and then quickly glanced at Kevin. It lasted only a brief second before she diverted her eyes again.

Kevin’s wolf side wasn’t screaming to get out yet and thought that maybe it was just a fluke last time. He decided to test his theory. Standing up, he walked around the table and moved to within a few feet of her. His large frame dwarfed her waiflike body and she started to move away.

“I think we should start over Laura, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. My name is Kevin Dvorska, it’s a pleasure meeting you,” he said softly as he extended his hand.

Laura was a bit hesitant; she didn’t need a repeat of the earlier episode. She slowly reached out and took his hand. She looked into Kevin’s eyes to see his reaction and found him smiling brightly back at her. When she returned the smile, she had no idea that Kevin’s werewolf was screaming holy hell to get out.

“See, that wasn’t so bad was it Laura?” Kevin said politely, even though he wanted to rip his hand back.

“You seem like a nice guy. I don’t get to meet nice ones very often.”

Kevin pulled his hand back slowly so as not to make her nervous again. He reached into his wallet, paid for the beers, and then tipped her generously.

When Laura left, she had a huge smile on her face and a bit more spring in her step. After sitting down, Adam looked at his friend with a thankful look.

“You handled that well buddy, you must have been wrong last time.”

“I wasn’t L-tee, it happened again. The only thing different was this time I held my reaction in.”

“I don’t understand what reaction? She’s not a — um — you know — gifted,” Kristine asked him as she carefully selected her words.

“I have no idea Kristine. When I touch her, my — gift — as you so put it, goes crazy. I wanted to — you know, do it — so bad it was hard to control.”

“I tried to tell him earlier in the restroom honey, it might be love by the way he’s reacting to her,” Adam told her.

“Oh Kevin, that’s great! It’s her, you found her. Oh honey, I’m just so happy for you Kevin,” Kristine told him as she wrapped her arms around him.

Kevin pulled her arms off him and looked at her with a very serious look.

“Stop Kristine, I don’t think it’s my true love. Besides, Adam has said a million times, people like us don’t have lives like that, we have the teams. That’s especially true for someone with my — condition.”

Kristine sat back and tried very hard not to comment. She knew all to well on what was going to happen soon. Adam even told her one night after they made love, it was going to end, and she should remember their deal, just friends with benefits.

She wanted to cry at that very moment, so she quickly grabbed her beer and took a long drink. After placing it down, she turned to Adam and kissed him deeply. Kevin was a little embarrassed, turned his head, and took a hit off his beer.

When Adam pulled away from her, he gave her a stern look. “Jesus Kristine, you know better than to do that in public. If the wrong person found out, it would mean the end of my career.”

“I don’t care anymore. If you weren’t a SEAL then maybe we could be together more. I don’t know why your job should keep you from having a life and love at the same time,” she said with a hint of anger.

“We’ve talked about this before, and you know why Kristine.”

“And I don’t want to talk about it here.”

“You brought it up honey,” Adam said, as a matter of point.

“Now I’m dropping it. So what are we doing for dinner Adam? It’s your turn to choose.”

Adam shook his head in bewilderment. He knew he was in love with her, but he also couldn’t put her through the pain if he didn’t come back. It was a real possibility with the SEALs. She couldn’t understand he was actually trying to save her from that heartache.

“I was going to grill out tonight since it’s such a nice day. But since you seem to be upset, maybe we should just…”

“The grill sounds fine Adam. Since you’re a man I’ll spell it out for you, I’m not upset I’m complex.”

“Oh, my mistake Kristine,” he replied with a hint of sarcasm.

“Kevin you should make up for you’re earlier actions by asking Laura to dinner at my house tonight. You need to get back in the saddle again and start dating.”

“Kristine, I am not going to ask her to dinner tonight. I’m not going to sit around and do the Saturday evening get together with someone who already makes me suspicious.”

Just as Kevin finished, Laura walked up. She still had a bright smile and Kevin found it extremely appealing. He shook the feeling off, and smiled back politely.

“Hi Kevin, I was in the area and I thought I’d check on you, see how you’re doing,” Laura said in a happy tone.

“Everything is going good Laura. We were just…” Kevin couldn’t finish his statement because Kristine suddenly cut him off.

“Just going to invite you to a cookout over at my house tonight. Kevin felt it was the least we could do to say sorry for earlier.”

“That sounds great and I would love to, but I have a term paper that’s due on Monday. If it’s ok, I’d like to have a rain check on the offer. I don’t have a lot of friends, so I don’t get out much,” Laura told her with a hopeful look.

“It’s an open invitation, anytime you wanna come over for dinner, just give me a call.” Kristine pulled a pen out of her purse and wrote her number down. She handed it to her and looked at Kevin.

“Looks like you just made a new friend Kevin. Can’t have too many of those now can we?” she said with a sly smile.

“Yeah, that’s great. Thanks for the help with my shyness — Miss Duka.”

When Laura walked away, Adam glared at his lover. “That wasn’t very nice Kristine; what if Kevin is right and there really is something up with her.”

“Nonsense, what could possibly be wrong a cute young blond girl?”

“A lot,” Kevin and Adam said at the same time.


Neal Hawkins locked the door to this office and pulled the note out of his pocket. He dialed the number and waited. After a few moments, a sexy voice came on the line.

“Good afternoon, Sensor Systems Technology. How may I direct your call?”

“Alpha, victory, tango seven,” Hawkins said, as he remembered the code phrase for the CIA.

“Thank you Sir, I’ll put you through right away.” Within seconds, another female voice came on the line.

“Central, what party Sir?”

“This is Lieutenant Commander Neal Hawkins. I was told to call Allen Brenner.”

“Thank you. May I please have your clearance code, Commander?”

“Seven three eight, bravo six four.”

“Stand by Commander Hawkins.”

Jesus, getting back with these CIA fucks is a pain in the ass.

He was on hold for three minutes until Brenner finally got on the phone. “Commander Hawkins thanks for getting back with me so quick.”

“It would have been sooner if I didn’t have to prove my dick size to everyone there. Now would you please tell me what the hell is so important that you had to bypass my CIA Liaison?”

“That’s what I love about you SEALs, you’re always…”

“Brenner, I have a truck load of people here willing to kiss my ass. Skip the pleasantries and get to the point.”

“Basically my boss is an asshole.”

“I’m not sure I follow you Brenner. Why call me to complain about your fucking boss?”

“Because I need your help and he said not to let you or Kristine know. He thinks we should do this on our own.”

“Let me guess, you need help on your parking tickets?” Hawkins left no hint at his growing aggravation.

“No, I need help in recapturing Martina Duval.”

For a brief moment, there was dead silence as the news sank into Neal Hawkins mind. It was coming to a point that Allen thought Hawkins didn’t hear him.

“What?” Hawkins asked.

“Martina Duval escaped about three weeks ago. Whoever helped her, took out two agents who were transferring Duval to Ramstein Air Force Base. The Station Chief thinks he doesn’t need your help, so this is off the record.”

“Give me a moment to get this straight. We find out about Martina Duval, who gave up an entire SEAL squad. Then we kill her husband and hand her over to you fuckers. Which by the way isn’t what we should have done if you remember, and then what? You get a couple of your goons to drive her around — and then you fucking let her escape!” Hawkins screamed the last statement as he bolted upright.

“Commander, I know what you must think about our…”

“You have no fucking idea what I’m thinking right now shithead. I lost one of my best Fire Teams, and almost lost two more SEALs thanks to that bitch. Now just how in the hell do you expect me to take that news? Jump for fucking joy, and wish there were more of you dumb fucks?”

“Are you done?”

“I haven’t even started to…”

Suddenly there was a knock on the Skippers door. He had no idea that his voice was carrying down the hall, and it was just the Executive Officer trying to tell him to be quiet.

“Get the fuck away from my God damn door!”

Neal caught his breath. “What the fuck do you want from me Brenner? I already did your job once.”

“I was a Green Beret, so I know how you feel. What I need, is for Kristine and the rest of your team to put their heads together and find this bitch. We can’t locate her, and I don’t want her to find a way to repeat her performance.

“Ok, what do you have so far as Intel?”

“I’ll have a courier there tomorrow. Everything that I have on Martina and her husband is in it. Go over it. See if we missed something. I swear Commander; all I want to do is put this God damn bitch down once and for all.”

“And the Station Chief?”

“What Station Chief? You deal directly with me and me alone.”

“Fine, just one more thing.”


“Is Dawson and Dvorska in any danger?” There was a pregnant pause as Hawkins waited for his answer.

“They killed her husband and put her in a cage. What do you think Commander?”


It was late Monday morning and Neal Hawkins had been up all night going over the very thick CIA file on the Kordic family. Most of it he’d seen before on Viljem, but some of it was new. He wondered why the agency kept this information from him, and then he realized whom he was dealing with.

Neal tossed the last of the photos on his desk and rubbed his tired eyes. After taking a deep breath, he picked up the phone and dialed Adam Dawson’s office.


“Hey Adam, do me a favor and get your team together and meet me in the briefing room,” Hawkins said tiredly.

“Sure Neal. What’s up, we going out?”

“I don’t know yet, that’s up to you guys. Bring Duka with you as well. She needs to be in on this one.”

“Roger that Boss,” Adam replied and then hung up his phone.

It was twenty minutes before all of the members of Dawson’s fire team made it to the briefing room. Carl Werner walked in followed by Kristine and Dawson gave them both a concerned look.

“Nice of you two to join us,” Hawkins said.

“Sorry Sir. I had some bad Rigatoni last night,” Carl replied, and then took a seat next to V-man.

Hawkins tossed the large folder on the table and looked at the group of SEALs. “Alright folks we got tossed this one by an anonymous friend at the CIA. It seems they’ve lost one of their prisoners a few weeks back and they want us to go over what they have. Dawson, I want your team to put their heads together and get me some new leads.”

“Sure thing Hawk, who are we looking for.” Dawson pulled the folder over to him.

“I want you guys to hunt down Martina Duval,” Hawkins told them.

Kevin Dvorska’s heart sank as he heard the name. He thought back to when he had her pinned to the floor, ready to rip her throat out. Hindsight being twenty twenty, he knew he had been mistaken when he stopped.

“We already had this bitch once Skipper. How in the fuck did she manage to escape?” Bob Holiday asked.

“It’s all there in the file Chief. By the way, this is a black op Dawson. Only one other person knows we have that file outside of this room. Kristine, if you’re asked about it, deny any knowledge of its existence,” Hawkins told her.

“Existence of what file Sir?”

“Exactly. Dawson, she has a three-week head start. Duval could be in Siberia for all we know.”

Adam started spreading the contents out on the table, as Kristine read the report on the escape. Everyone in the team grabbed some Intel and began looking it over, everyone except Kevin, who was staring at the table.

Neal Hawkins saw the turmoil within him. He knew of the pain he went through the first time. Having to open old wounds was never an easy task, but Kevin Dvorska was still a Navy SEAL, he would have to endure it.

“Dvorska, you can be excused if you feel you can’t contribute to the task at hand.”

Kevin looked up at his Commanding Officer. “No Sir. There isn’t anyone in this room that wants her — recaptured — more than me.”

“Good, but you need to remember that this is a job. There is no room for vengeance or personal feelings.”

Kevin stared at his Skipper as he walked out of the briefing room. He knew he had to keep his mouth shut, but he really wanted to scream at him.

‘What the hell would you know about personal feelings? You weren’t the one she used as a piece of meat.’

“Adam, I don’t think she went back home. That would be the first place the CIA would have searched for her. From the photos of the dead agents, she had at least two people helping her,” Kristine told him as she handed him the report.

Doc Sharp looked up from his paperwork. “If I was Martina Duval, what would be my motive for going somewhere?”

“Hey Boss, maybe she’s coming back here to get her husband’s nuts back,” Carl Werner said with a laugh.

Adam Dawson looked at his team’s weapons expert, then he shifted his gaze to Kevin. “Or maybe she’s looking to get someone else’s.”

The SEAL team went through every piece of paper and photo twice. The only answer any of them could come up with was none of it made sense. It was now getting very late in the day and Dawson decide to call it quits for a while. Maybe some time away from it would help.

The team put everything away and filed out the door. When Adam and Kristine were alone, she leaned back in her chair and stretched her toned arms behind her. Adam couldn’t help but glance over at her chest.

“So what do you want to do for the rest of the day?” he asked Kristine.

“I don’t know. I think we should invite Kevin over and keep an eye on him. I don’t think he’s handling all this very well.”

“Yeah I think you might be right. He hardly said two words all day. If it wouldn’t bother you, I’d like to bring this file over too. Maybe over a few beers we might see something different.”

“After a few beers you better be looking at something other than the Intel. Or am I going to have to run around with stockings and a garter belt?”

“Now that might get my attention.”

They left the briefing room and headed down the hall. He noticed Bob and Kevin heading out of the building and stopped them.

“Where are you two headed off to?” Adam asked.

“We’re going to the E-Club for a few beers.” Bob replied.

“After you’re done Kevin, head on over to Kristine’s place.”

“You baby sitting me now L-tee?” Kevin’s tone displayed his frustration.

“No, but I will if you don’t pull your head out of your ass.”

“Don’t worry Adam, I’ll make sure he goes.” Then he looked at Kevin. “Even if I have to drag his unconscious body over there.

“Kevin if you happen to see Laura…” Kristine tried to say.

“Oh come on Kristine. Please don’t play cupid anymore, it’s starting to get annoying.”

“Think of it as a woman’s prerogative.”


Chief Holiday and Kevin walked up to the bar and sat down. When the lovely bartender walked up, Kevin looked over at the draft taps. When he saw one of them had a large black ceramic handle with a white tip, he ordered two drafts and then looked around to see if Laura was there.

“Let me guess Kevin, you’re looking for that girl Kristine was talking about.”

“Nope, just checking the bar Bob. Can’t be too careful with Martina running around again.”

“Give me a break Dvorska. You need to find another girl and fuck the shit out of her so you can move on. How long do you plan on carrying that bitch’s luggage around with you?”

“Don’t you start in on me too Bob,” Kevin told him with a hint of anger.

“L-tee is right, you need to pull your head out of your ass.”

The lecture stopped when the two draft beers arrived. They both took a long pull off the dark liquid, and then Kevin reached over for a napkin. After handing one to his Team Chief, Kevin wiped his mouth.

“Wow, is this Guinness?”

“Yeah, some chick named Jaz something or other turned me on to it during a lay over in London.”

“Man the English sure know how to make an ale,” Bob said and then took another long drink.

“You know I would never correct one of my elders…”

“You better be talking about your grandparents Kevin.”

“Sorry, my superiors, but just for the record it’s a stout not an ale.”

“Same difference Kevin.”

“Not to some people. I met up with some guy from Ireland when I was home for the funeral. When I ordered one there, he corrected me when I said the same thing. To some people it matters a lot because the Irish have a high regard for it.”

“So it’s from Ireland not England?”

“Yep, and it’s the UK not England.”

“Are you going to sit here and correct everything I say, because if you are, you and I might not be friends very much longer — Petty Officer Dvorska.”

“Sorry — Chief — just thought you’d like to get the facts straight. I’ll shut up now.”

“See there Kevin, you’re getting smarter everyday.”

Just then, someone placed a hand on Kevin’s shoulder. He knew exactly who it was when his senses went into overdrive. He spun around quickly and stared at her.

“Oh I’m sorry Kevin, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just got off my break and I saw you sitting there. I wanted to come over and say hello.”

“Hi Laura, allow me to introduce one of my fellow sailors. This handsome grandpa is Bob Holiday.”

She extended her hand cautiously and Bob reached out and softly lifted it to his mouth and kissed the top. He never took his eyes off her. After pulling her hand back, she turned eight shades of red and diverted her eyes down.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Laura. If I may be so forward to offer some advice, I think you should have dinner with Kevin as soon as possible. I’ll wait until tomorrow to punch his teeth out for the grandpa remark.”

Laura giggled quickly, and if possible, turned even redder. The bartender cleared her throat and Laura abruptly left to check her area. Bob Holiday turned in his chair and looked at Kevin with bafflement in his eyes.

“You can’t be serious that she’s the one Kristine is talking about.”

“Let it drop Bob, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kevin said and then grabbed his drink.

“I might be old but I’m not dead yet. You want something to make you forget that bitch Martina. Here’s a news flash for you, it just walked over there.”

“Jesus, not you too! Did Kristine and Adam put you up to this?” Kevin took another drink.

“You’d have to be nonhuman not to notice her.”

Kevin spit his Guinness out over the bar top. After coughing and wiping his face off, he turned to his Chief and glared at him.

“Hold it right there Mister. Don’t blame me if you can’t drink and breathe at the same time.”

“Do you really think she’s the one for me? Oh please Bob, help me overcome my ludicrous shyness around the opposite sex,” Kevin said sarcastically.

“Maybe I should sit on the other side of the bar? I think I’m loosing IQ points being this close to you,” he replied as he started to get up.

Kevin laughed and pushed him back down. They talked for a while at the bar and then after his second Guinness, he needed to use the restroom. As he passed Laura, she waved quickly and had a big smile on her face.

‘I wish you’d turn that charm on someone else.’

Bob was finishing his drink, when Laura came up behind him. After tapping him on the shoulder, he turned to see the blond haired youth smiling at him.

“Um — I don’t want this to sound strange, but, I was wondering if Kevin is um — you know — seeing anyone?” she asked timidly.

“As a matter of fact no, he isn’t. He is trying to get over a very bad relationship, and he just can’t seem to get back in the game.”

“Oh well maybe I should just leave…”

“Actually I think it would be a nice gesture to surprise him. You see, I know he likes you and I bet it would brighten his spirits if you suddenly showed up at our friend’s house. Her name is Kristine and she lives…”

“Oh wait, I met her the other day. She told me anytime I wanted to come over I could.”

“Great, then it’s settled. He should be there in around thirty minutes. Do me a favor and don’t tell him you’re coming over. He really likes surprises.”


Adam and Kristine had the contents of the folder spread out over the living room floor. Adam finished his beer, set the empty can down next to the other three, and tossed the photos of Jack Gilmore and Jason McKinley back into the pile. He reached over and pulled another beer from the box.

“Is the beer helping you find anything yet?” Kristine asked as she sipped her wine.

“A little, but I keep coming back to the same thought.”

“You have my attention Adam.”

Adam handed the last two pictures to Kristine. “Look at these photos of the two agents. One of them has his nuts blasted all to hell and two rounds through the heart. Look at his weapon — it’s still in the holster.”

“Ok, but I’m still not seeing what you’re seeing.”

“Now look at the other one. He has a single shot to the side of his head. His weapon is on the ground in front of the door.”

“I guess you’re going to have to connect the dots for me.”

“This was a professional hit. I’m not talking about Serbian military either. I’m leaning more towards Merc’s than anything else. Not normal one’s either, these people know what their doing. That’s my problem. Someone wanted her back really bad. Bad enough to risk taking out two CIA agents.”

“Ok but that still doesn’t answer why. Who’s connected enough to do something like that? I’ve read everything there is on Martina, and there’s nothing special enough to try and get her back,” Kristine told him.

They were both baffled at the situation. Adam had his head back against the cushions of the couch as Kristine stared blankly at the pile of photos and reports. Scattered in front of her, the photographs of the assault on Radovan Valenta stared back. The CIA had two agents undercover as police officers who took photos of the crime scene.

‘What the hell does she know that is worth all this? Why risk a life on the run from the CIA for her?’

Suddenly something caught her eye. Slightly obscured by an open door, she saw a picture on the wall in Kordic’s study. Kristine cocked her head to one side as she picked it up off the pile and looked at it closer. Her breath caught in her throat as she focused on the picture.

Kristina jumped up off the floor as if the house was on fire. Adam lifted his head up as he watched her bolt to the small table in the hallway. Kristine pulled a large magnifying glass out and studied the small detail. Her head shot back up as she spun around and faced Adam Dawson. Her mouth was open as if to speak but nothing came out.

“You look like I did when I saw Kevin’s grandmother. What’s the matter? Did you find something?”

“It can’t be, it just can’t be,” she whispered as she walked over and handed him the photo and magnifier.

“You have to be kidding me. This is turning out to be a fucking nightmare,” Adam said as he stared at a photo of a small dark haired girl riding on Viljem Kordic’s shoulders.

“You asked who wanted her back bad enough to kill two armed CIA agents, how about her daughter?”

“Kristine, if this is really Kordic’s daughter, then she might be a…”

“We need Kevin, and we need him right now,” she told him as she picked up the phone and dialed Kevin’s pager.


Kevin was slowly walking towards Kristine’s house as he thought about his current situation with Laura. Every time she touched him, his emotions ran wild, and the wolf screamed louder for release.

‘It has to mean danger, it just has to be.’

Kevin’s pager started buzzing and he looked down at the number. It was Kristine’s home phone, but it also had a 911 behind it. Kevin bolted towards her house. It was only three more blocks and he covered the distance quickly. He didn’t bother knocking and his mind was on Kristine. If she hadn’t paged him, he might have noticed the car parked down the street with two brown haired men sitting in it.

Kevin opened the door and ran in. He was breathing hard as he quickly walked into the living room.

“That was fast.” Kristine got up off the couch and brought him a beer.

“I don’t get it, what was with the 911 message? Hell I thought something happened to you or Adam.”

“Have a seat Kev, I think we found out who broke Martina out,” Adam told him.

Kevin sat down in an overstuffed chair and took a sip of the beer. “Well he’s number one on my hit list.”

“Take a look at this, and tell me what you see,” Adam said as he handed the photo to Kevin.

After staring at it for a few moments, he handed it back. “It’s the safe house we hit a few months back. What does that have to do with Martina? I thought we killed everyone except the officers.”

“Take a closer look at it. You’re supposed to have perfect vision, so you should have picked it out first,” Adam said, and then pushed Kevin’s hand back.

Kevin pulled the photo back and stared at it for a long time. His vision then came to rest on the photo of Kordic and Martina. Adam could see Kevin’s hand start to shake and he suddenly crushed the beer can he held.

As the cold beer exploded, it covered Kevin’s legs and splashed down on the carpet. Kristine ran into the kitchen and grabbed a rag. When she returned, Kristine began soaking up the spilt alcohol.

“Sorry about that Kristine. This is just too unbelievable to be true.”

“Actually, you took it better than I thought you would,” she replied as she took the photo and handed it to Adam.

Adam tucked the photo into the folder and put everything in the nearby end table. He went to get two fresh beers, when he returned he handed one to Kevin.

“Ok, so Martina has a daughter who’s a werewolf. She gets some people to help her break Mommy out of prison. Where does she take her, and why?” Kristine asked Kevin.

“You don’t know if she is a werewolf Kristine. My dad wrote me a letter before he died. He tried to reason with me about continuing the family line. He said sometimes the gift skips a generation, or they have limited ability.”

“I don’t get it Kev. What kind of limited ability?” Adam asked.

“I don’t understand it completely, but it seems the offspring will only have sight, smell, and hearing. They won’t be able to change completely.”

“Kevin lets assume for a moment that she’s a full wolf. Where would she take her mom?”

“Back here for revenge.”

“That would be suicide. Martina knows if we catch her we’re going to have to kill her. She won’t risk it,” Adam told him.

“Kordic could have left well enough alone and lived a long life. Instead, he chose to hunt my family and me down so he could kill me. His grandfather did it, and he followed his example. What makes you think his daughter wouldn’t do the same thing?”

“Martina can’t get twenty feet inside the base without us knowing about it. She isn’t that stupid Kevin.”

“Do you have any current photos of her kid L-tee? From what I can see, there’s no information on her at all. It’s as if she never existed. Hell this is probably the only photograph there is of her.”

“Point taken Kevin, but that makes our position stronger. We only have her daughter and a few hired guns to worry about. She’d have to keep the group small to avoid any attention.”

There was a knock on the door, which stopped their conversation. Kristine went to the door and peered through the peephole viewer. When she saw it was Laura, she opened the door and smiled at her.

“Well hi there Laura. I’m glad you decided to come by and visit,” Kristine said as she moved to the side.

As the two women moved into the living room, Kevin ran his eyes over her body. She was wearing a loose fitting sweater that draped over her firm breasts. The black spandex pants she had on clung to her tiny hips like a second skin. Even though she was extremely lovely, Kevin still had a feeling that something was out of place with her.

“Hi Kevin, surprise!”

“Hi Laura, nice to see you away from the club. How did you know I was over here?”

“Actually it was your friend Bill’s idea. He said you’d be with Kristine and Adam and you really like surprises. By the look on your face I guess he was right.”

“His name is Bob, and I’ll have to thank him a lot when I see him tomorrow.”

“Would you care for something to drink Laura? I have water and soda, or would you prefer a glass of wine?” Kristine asked.

“Um — is it ok if I have some wine?”

“Sure sweetie, just sit down and make yourself comfortable. Kevin, Adam — you two ready for another?

“I’m ready,” Adam said.

“No thanks, I’m good,” Kevin added.

Kristine left the three of them alone, and Adam turned to Laura. “So Laura, where are you from.”

“It’s a small town that isn’t on most maps, Imlay City, Michigan.”

“Hah, I knew there was something strange about you. You’re a Michigan fan!”

“Um, I don’t really follow football Adam. I’m more into reading fiction books. I get to loose myself in another world for awhile.”

“What are you doing over here in Aviano?” Kevin asked.

“I’m an exchange student and I’m taking a few classes over at the College. My Uncle was in the Army and he thinks I should get out and see the world. Therefore, to make him happy I came over on a student Visa. I hope that it won’t be too long before I get to see home again, I miss it.”

“What does Mom and Dad think about you over here?” Adam asked.

Laura bowed her head. Her blond hair fell forward a bit as if to hide her face. Adam was confused at her reaction on the mention of her parents. He leaned forward in his chair, as Kevin too took notice of her actions. Something didn’t smell right here.

Laura lifted her head and stared at the two Seals. “So what do you two do in the Navy? Seems strange to have Navy guys on an Air Force base.”

‘Now why would she change the subject?’ We’re part of a Navy Liaison crew. We help smooth things over when the Air Force and Navy interact with each other. It’s basic protocol with all the Armed Services.

“Oh that sounds like an interesting job,” Laura said, as Kristine came back in with two glasses of wine.

“Here you go dear. It’s not top shelf, but I enjoy it,” Kristine said.

Laura took the glass and sipped slowly. “Wow that is good Kristine. So how long have you and Adam been dating?”

“What makes you think we’re dating?” Kristine asked as she almost choked on her wine.

“When you two were at the club, it seemed you couldn’t take your eyes off each other. I just assumed you two were a couple.”

“We’re just friends Laura. I work with them from time to time. That’s why these two are here a lot.”

“So do you have a boyfriend back home?” Kevin asked.

Laura’s eyes brightened as she looked at the young SEAL. “No I don’t Kevin. To be perfectly honest with you, I have a hard time making friends. It seems that most of the guys want me for my body and not — well let’s just say they don’t find me attractive after awhile.”

Kristine was sitting close to her, so she reached out and touched Laura’s blond hair. “That’s nonsense. You’re a very pretty young woman.”

Laura pulled her head away at the sudden touch. Her eyes shot down and were once again slightly saddened. Kristine pulled her hand back and looked over at Adam and Kevin who looked on in curiosity.

“Um — Laura we were going to have a large salad for dinner. I’d love it if you could stay over for a while.” Kristine got up and went over to Kevin and Adam.

“Is that ok with you two? It’d be nice to have some female company for a change,” she said.

Neither one of them objected to Laura’s presence, even though Kevin had reservations due to his senses going crazy.

“Good, it’s settled. Adam I could use a hand getting the large bowl down. Would you be a dear and get it for me?”

Adam and Kristine left the room, leaving Kevin and Laura alone in an awkward silence. Kevin took a few more sips of his beer while Laura sipped her wine. She glanced over at him and saw him looking at her.

“Um — so do you have a girlfriend back home?”

“No, I’m kind of getting out of a bad relationship right now. I think I’ll just lay low with women for awhile.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she told him with a sad face.

“It’s sad that a girl would treat you badly, you seem like a really nice guy. Someone with your personality will find the right girl and settle down. I haven’t known you long, but I find myself strangely attracted to you. I hope that didn’t sound to forward,” she said and then looked down again.

While Kevin and Laura tried to make small talk, Adam reached up and got Kristine her bowl. “Ok what gives? You could have reached this, so what do you want to talk about?”

“Laura is wearing a wig. When I touched her hair just a minute ago, I felt it shift a little.”

“This is starting to get weird. I asked her about her parents and she avoided the question. Then the hiccup about boyfriends, and now we find out she’s wearing a wig.”

“We need to find out who she is. Kevin’s senses go into overdrive for a reason and Martina’s daughter might be out there. I’ll bring her in here with me while you and Kevin see if she has any identification in her purse.”

They walked back into the other room to find Kevin and Laura chatting.

“Looks like you two are hitting it off. Kevin, you’re being polite to our guest aren’t you?”

“I’m being a good boy — Mom.”

“Laura would you help me in the kitchen? It’s been a long time since I’ve had female help in the kitchen.”

“Sure Kristine, I really like being here, and you three are so cool. Kevin, can I bring you another beer while I’m in there?”

“Um – no not right now, maybe in a little while,” Kevin said as he looked at Adam’s face.

The two girls went to the kitchen and Adam waited for a moment before picking up her purse and digging out her driver’s license. He quickly wrote some information down and then picked up her passport and wrote some more information.

“I guess you’re going to tell me what’s going on L-tee,” Kevin said.

“She’s wearing a wig Kev. She avoids questions on her parents and you already have reservations about her. I’m going to run a check on her, while you get close and get us some more info.”

“You think she’s Martina’s daughter? That would explain why my werewolf goes nuts when she touches me, but why do I have to get close to her. Haven’t I been used enough for one deployment?”

“Because she likes you, and we have a chance to end this once and for all. Now suck it up God damn it. How many more people will get hurt if we don’t find her? We end this now, once and for all.” Adam had placed everything back and was walking to the kitchen when he ran into Laura coming out.

“Oops, sorry about that Laura, I didn’t see you coming.”

“Its fine, I was just bringing Kevin a fresh beer. Sort of a habit of mine to fetch beers,” she told him with a laugh.

“I have a better idea Laura, why don’t you and Kevin sit down in the living room and get acquainted. I’ll take over for you in the kitchen.”


Just down the block from Kristine’s house, two men sat in the front seat of their sedan. They’d been staring at the house for hours now, and were getting anxious to get started with the operation.

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