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me in when I asked. All I wanted was an opportunity to discuss what impact Ms. March and Red’s abilities could mean to the Army, and other branches of the military. Team Red has an extraordinary skill set that could be invaluable in our efforts to combat terrorism. It would be anti-American of them to refuse to serve their country.”
     
    Was I the only one that thought this was a load of crap? Who wrote this guy’s dialog anyway, a third grader? Obviously Bas thought alone the same lines, “That’s a bunch of bullshit. And who are you to decide what we should do to serve our country? David and I have a combined total of forty-one years of military service behind us. Are you suggesting we have not served our country? And did you just imply a dog and a blind woman are essentially traitors if they don’t agree to work for you?”
     
    Bas was on a fine roll. I smiled as I leaned back in my chair to enjoy the ride.
     
    “No, of course not, Mr. Declan. You and Mr. Preston have performed exemplary service to your country. But surely you can see how important Ms. March and Red can be in certain aspects of national security? They have a duty…”
     
    Bas took a page from my book and cut him off. “Team Red has no duty to the military. The Team lends its services to the local police department.”
     
    David interjected, “You never told us who you are here to represent, Captain. By whose authority are you making demands on Team Red? Who is your superior?”
     
    “Everyone is his superior,” Red quipped, before the captain managed to reply. I tapped a fingernail once on the tabletop to draw David’s attention to my hands, and signed Red’s remark. Both men chuckled.
     
    “I have not made any demands,” the Captain protested, “I merely wanted to speak to the Team to emphasize the importance of your cooperation. Your country needs you.”
     
    “Our cooperation for what?” I asked, impatience beginning to show in my tone, “And answer the question; who sent you?”
     
    “I’m not at liberty to disclose the names of my superiors,” he hedged, “and there are no specific missions lined up at this time. We just want to run some further tests on Red’s skills so we can make an informed assessment of the best place to utilize the Team’s abilities.”
     
    “Who wants to run the tests?” Bas asked. “What kinds of tests are we talking about here?”
     
    “And where would these tests be run? Under whose direction?” David jumped right in to the discussion… way to tag team, guys!
     
    “Um,” the Captain said intelligently. “Well, none of that has been arranged just yet. We wanted to talk about the Team’s aptitude before trying to set up testing. Ah, could you make the dog back up please? He’s staring at me.”
     
    “The mysterious ‘we’,” I said with a snort, ignoring his request to have Red step away. I think I heard the Captain making shooing noises at Red.
     
    “I think I’ve heard enough,” a voice announced over the phone speaker.
     
    “Captain Blair,” David inserted smoothly, “have you had the pleasure of meeting Colonel Spencer?”
     
    “Err, ah, no. No, I haven’t met him.” He gained a little of his lost backbone and said, “How do I even know that you’re really Colonel Spencer?”
     
    Right about that time, a cell phone rang from the Captain’s direction. The Colonel’s voice directed, “You’ll want to take that call, Captain. I believe that is your mysteriously unnamed superior officer calling to speak with you.” I liked the Colonel already, he apparently speaks fluent sarcasm like the rest of our group.
     
    “Red,” I said quietly, trying not to interrupt the phone conversation, “to me.” He must have already tired of his game, because almost immediately he nuzzled his head under my arm. “Good boy, go get yourself a treat out of the pantry.”
     
    “Score!” He said excitedly. His head disappeared and I heard the click of nails heading for