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people thought. That's why we're here and they're not" The excitement rose again as Marie went on with her effective propaganda.
    Dan didn't know how she managed the strings so well, but she actually got a cheer at the end of the speech.
    Dan wanted nothing more than to take the day off, to get back in bed with Marie. To have had breakfast instead of skipping straight to dinner.
    However, he had a dog covered in blood, a damaged marine in need of a serious check-up, a thirteen-year-old who has just killed three people and seemed to think nothing of it and a friend in the hospital with two big holes where Kate had pulled bullets out of him.
    He also had another friend who had killed someone with a shotgun as he aimed at Dan's own head – something that hadn’t even sunk into his own mind yet – over a dozen people frightened by being held hostage, a shortage of ammunition for the machine gun and an enemy lair to find and destroy.
    "Grant me the serenity" he said aloud to himself as he walked through the house. He decided to start with the things he could fix easily, that way his 'to do' list seemed to make progress.
    First stop; Pete. He found him happily propped up in a hospital bed with a large clean bandage over his shoulder and his arm in a sling. Kate showed him the small bullets she had removed, and told him that she has had to give Pete a little 'sauce' to aid his recovery. He understood, and asked for a quiet report on how much he's having to keep functioning.
    Pete accepted the thanks blithely, playing down the evident sacrifice he would have most likely made had James not done what he did and Rich not chosen to come to their rescue.
    Dan provided Kate with a bottle of scotch to help her keep Pete happy and save on the medication. He fetched Ash and headed for Ops, looking for Leah or Rich or both. He found both. All the weapons that had been used today were stripped fully and put back together oiled. The big machine gun had suffered a jam on the last burst, and Neil had been unable to clear it. The gun now lay in pieces; the delegate components laid out in OCD straight lines on a clean cloth.
    Leah and Rich sat at the table looking over the new weapons picked up from their attackers. They were arguing kind heartedly over which gun had injured Pete.
    Rich was adamant that it was the ancient and very illegal Uzi automatic pistol with filed-off serial numbers. That thing had probably changed hands numerous times over the last thirty years as it made its rounds through the criminal underworld, being held sideways and pointed out of car windows.
    "Right calibre, two wounds close together. High rate of fire. It was this" he said, resting his finger on the dull and uncared for weapon.
    "Ok, maybe you're right" Leah admitted.
    "You two gun geeks have any other hobbies?" He asked them.
    "No. Not really" Leah said, deadly serious.
    Dan sighed. He knew she would never have the end of her childhood as she deserved, but the fact that she seemed to enjoy it so much concerned him sometimes.
    "Fine. I've got a search and rescue mission for you instead. Solo. Can you do it?" He asked seriously.
    "Yes. Details?" She said jumping up.
    "Ops. Missing bottle of single malt. Not been seen for two days. Should be in company with a glass. Go"
    Leah knew when she'd been played, and walked off to fetch what she was sent for. Dan opened one of the large windows and sat on the floor with his head resting on the sill. He lit a cigarette and answered the dogs grumbling with "shut it, tobacco Nazi" Ash put his head down with a grumble and didn't press the issue.
    Leah returned with the bottle and glass, taking her leave before she was sent. Dan had already primed Marie to intercept her.
    "Do your teeth before bed" he called after her.
    "Yes, Dad" came the sarcastic reply.
    Some Dad, he thought.
    Both Leah and Rich knew what the shakedown was for, and she knew she would be sent away so Dan could do his ‘after action’ report. He poured himself