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his son, always positive. Always looking on the bright side of a crappy situation.
    “Why don’t you take a little nap, son. I’ll stick around until you wake up. I’ve got some emails to return.”
    Michael nodded, already half asleep. Two minutes later, he was snoring lightly. It was another detail he remembered from his wife’s illness, a memory that banged inside his head. A light sleeper since they’d met, as soon as the cancer took hold, Mindy could doze off in the middle of a conversation. The same thing was happening to Michael.
    Sen. Thompson held his son’s hand for a moment, making sure he was out. Satisfied, he rose and closed the door, locking it carefully.
    He walked over to the IV stand and extracted a syringe from his coat pocket, staring at it for a moment, grim determination making his heart beat faster. Saying a prayer to a God he wasn’t sure he believed in, Sen. Thompson uncapped the needle and plunged it into the IV port.
    Once finished, he returned the syringe to its original place and moved around the bed to resume his vigil. Taking his son’s hand in his own, he whispered, “Everything’s going to be okay, son. I promise.”
     

    Chapter 7
    Charlottesville, Virginia
    5:57am, April 5 th
     
    They’d sat into the night downing drinks and brainstorming ideas for the name of their new venture. There were the wacky ones like “Calvin’s Heroes” and “Zimmer’s Zoo.” Through the laughing they were able to come up with some halfway decent ideas. It wasn’t that anyone necessarily cared about the company name, but it was important to have some sort of identity that would help shape their cover.
    In the end, no consensus was reached, the team opting to take what was left of the night to sleep on it.
    Luckily, they’d cleaned up the mess they’d made the night before in the unfinished kitchen, because Cal’s head was pounding. He almost tripped over a yellow level and tub of grout as he shuffled around the huge island, opening cupboards, trying to find a glass to get some water. Finally he found one, quickly filling the glass in the sink and downing its contents. One more and the cobwebs were starting to clear.
    He was getting too old to be drinking with the boys. As if things couldn’t get any worse, MSgt Trent stepped into the kitchen looking like he’d slept for a day. Refreshed and cheery.
    “Good morning, boss. You ready for that run?”
    Trent slipped a t-shirt over his head and walked to the fridge. Cal couldn’t believe he’d promised to go for a run.
    “Give me a couple minutes and I’ll be ready,” said Cal, trying to sound enthused but feeling the exact opposite. He’d have to remember not to attempt keeping up with Trent when they were drinking.
    Trent looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Snake Eyes and Gaucho are out front waiting. Come out when you’re ready.”
    Cal stifled a groan and went to his room to slip on his running shoes.
     
    An hour later, the runners returned, Cal finally feeling like himself. The first couple miles weren’t any fun, but he’d managed to sweat out the fumes.
    They stretched on the back porch, sipping from bottles of water provided by the ever helpful Daniel Briggs. The sniper didn’t even look like he’d gone for a run, let alone a seven miler. Other than Trent, Daniel was one of the most physically fit individuals Cal had ever met. And that was saying something considering the company he kept.
    “Beautiful campus,” noted Gaucho, probably the only other one feeling the effects of the night before. Daniel didn’t drink, so he didn’t count.
    “It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with the place,” said Cal. He remembered the first time he’d visited U.Va. Cal was touring colleges for the weekend, staying with a girl who’d been a year ahead of him in high school.  They were just friends, but the perks of staying on the girl’s floor had been a treat for the high school senior.
    It was an early fall day in