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 Cy Parks, he introduced himself, holding out a hand.
 Tank Kirk. They shook hands.
 Tank? Parks asked, amused.
Tank shrugged.  I killed one in Iraq. The name stuck.
 Come on in. Lisa made a cake and coffee. We can talk before the kids get back from a friend s
Christmas party, he added with muffled laughter.  Once they re home, it gets harder to have a
conversation.
 I ve got a new nephew back home. Tank laughed.  We re up to the eaves in big plastic baby toys.
 We ve moved on to the next level of those, Parks said, indicating scattered games and spinning
toys and little pedal cars.  Good thing it s a big house.
 You re telling me! Lisa Parks laughed. She came out to greet them. She had green eyes, like her
husband, but blond hair and she wore glasses. She was a pretty woman, still slender after two children.
 Come in and have coffee and cake. She glanced at the tall man.  I know. You hate cake, you don t
drink coffee...you d rather be dragged behind a mule than sit around talking to people all day.
The man gave her an enigmatic look.
 How about checking out that truck we noticed earlier? Parks asked the man.  Take one of the
boys with you. Just in case.
The man glowered at him.  I invented stealth.
 I know that. Humor me.
The other man sighed.  You re the boss.
 Oh, and Grier called, Parks added darkly.  It seems you ve upset his secretary. Again.
 Not my fault, the man said with the first strong emotion he d shown since Tank had met him. His
eyes flashed.  She starts it and then runs to her boss to tattle when she can t take the heat.
 This is not my problem, Parks replied.  Take it up with Grier.
 Tell him  he indicated Tank   not to be so trusting. He never even asked me for ID.
 What good would that do? Parks muttered.  You never carry any. Which reminds me, I also had a
call from a sheriff s deputy who stopped you for speeding yesterday...
 Tell you about it later, the tall man said.  I ll check on the truck. He held up a hand when Parks
started to speak.  I ll take one of the boys with me, he said with irritation.
He walked out of the room.
 Sorry about that, Parks said when he d gone. He shook his head.  He s head of the class when it
comes to risky operations, but he s a pain every other way.
 Who is he? Tank asked.
 Carson.
 Is he related to your sheriff, Hayes Carson? Tank pressed.
 Well, see, we don t know if Carson is his first name or his last name, Parks replied.  In fact, if
you hack into government mainframes, you discover that he doesn t even exist.
Tank blinked.
 It s a long story. Right now, let s just eat cake. My wife  he smiled at her   makes the best
pound cake in south Texas.
 Flatterer, she teased as she put the cake on the table and passed out plates and forks and a knife.
 Well, don t stand on ceremony, dig in. I ll just get the coffee!
CHAPTER SEVEN
TANK LIKED CY Parks and his wife. They were surprisingly down-to-earth people, despite Parks s
unconventional background. He, along with local doctor Micah Steele and counterterrorism teacher
Eb Scott, had formed a small unit of mercenaries who went all over the world as part of their jobs.
They were taught, in turn, by a group of legendary fighters, now retired, whom they still kept in touch
with.
Eb Scott s school drew pupils from all over the earth. He taught all sorts of subjects, including
small-arms instruction, defensive driving, hostage rescue and demolition. There were rumors,
unsubstantiated of course, that the occasional government agent benefited from Scott s instruction.
 Is there anything you guys haven t done? Tank asked Parks when they were strolling through the
barn to look at some of his prize yearlings.
Parks shrugged.  We never took over a country. He chuckled.  But one of our locals, Grange, did.
He used to work for Jason Pendleton, but he s got his own place now. His father-in-law manages it for
him while he s occupying the Military Chief of Staff position in Barrera, over in South America.
 I understand the president of Barrera has family locally, too, Tank remarked.
He nodded.  His son is Rick Marquez. Rick s a lieutenant of detectives with San Antonio P.D. now, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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