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curt bow, he presented his papers and passport back and said in unaccented English, “Have a nice day.”
    Another security officer grabbed Kyle from behind after he’d made it through the gauntlet of immigration.
    “Moshe!” Kyle yelled as he embraced the tall, handsome Israeli. The big guy looked awkward in Kyle’s huge arms for a second before he managed to pull himself away with a huge grin.
    “Never thought I’d run into you here in Italy. You’re going on vacation with your lovely wife?” Moshe asked. “You brought the children?”
    “Nah, man. Just a little cozy one-on-one with Christy. And I’ve only got one rug rat. Brandon is almost two. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to start him a little brother or sister this trip,” Kyle said and winked.
    “Excellent. Lots of time at sea, rocking and rolling. Should make for some good playtime, my friend.”
    “Guys, this is Moshe,” Kyle said to the group.
    Cooper was next to embrace the Israeli. “You clean up real good, Mosh. I like you better in navy than that sand camo.”
    That made the big security officer blush.
    “This is Fredo, you remember?”
    “Ah, yes, the wrestler.”
    “Mark here, he’s newer. Along with our young Lieutenant Jones, and Nick. Back there ogling the girls are Tyler and Rory.”
    Moshe shook their hands. Cooper threw his arm over Sanouk’s shoulders. “And this here is our friend Sanouk, our bud Gunny’s son. Came all the way from Thailand.”
    “Nice to meet you, son,” the Israeli said.
    They all left out the part about spreading Gunny’s ashes at sea. That was a strictly need-to-know factoid. They had it mixed with the strongest potpourri they could find so they could get it through security. Kyle had told Mark he’d hoped Gunny would forgive him eventually.
    People around them were impatiently trying to get by the bottleneck, so the group retired to the side and finished their introductions.
    “So you’re doing security on cruise ships now?”
    “It’s what I do.” Moshe nodded.
    “How’s the family?”
    “She took the kids and moved to New York, my friend, so I need to do a little bit of wandering at sea, if you know what I mean. This is a good job when you no longer have a family to come home to.”
    Mark was saddened by what the Israeli told them. It happened to Team guys all the time. Coming home to a pregnant wife in love with someone else. He could never understand why someone would give up on a guy when he was putting his life on the line somewhere in a shithole of a place, but it happened. If Kyle knew him, then they’d worked together, trained together. Been there for each other, and would always be brothers.
    “Well, we’ll try to distract you a bit, but not too much, okay?”
    Someone from the line of tourists behind them started complaining, so Moshe stepped back, gesturing for them to go forward to embarkation.
    Looking over the railing while waiting for their turn with the ridiculous photographers—someone with a whale costume and a clown-like sailor girl in pigtails and freckles—Mark watched the containers loading. Large white storage bins were loaded by forklift. Several pallets of water bottles wrapped together in plastic shrink-wrap were loaded. One of them leaked from underneath and, as it landed on the conveyor belt to the hull of the ship, gushed liquid all over the area.
    Standing above the ant-like activity, Mark was glad to see that the actual cruise preparations were more organized than the boarding process.
    Christy and the girls posed for pictures, but all the Team guys passed. They kept their shades on the whole time, and knew they would need to do it for most of the cruise.
    It didn’t matter how mopey the little clown sailor was, the answer was still no.
    They had booked cabins adjacent each other, all with large balconies off the aft. They dodged bags left in hallways as porters delivered to rooms and passengers found their bearings. They found their cabins at the