When the man's face came into stronger light, Steve spoke in a challenging manner. "You'd better holster that gun, or use it."
"I don't need a gun to take you down, Hammer," replied the man as he tucked the handgun into his waistband. "How's Kate? Is she okay? I'm ashamed to admit that I was a little slow back there. Is she hurt?"
By this time Gwen was next to Kate, looking at the blood on her face and asking her questions, and listening to Kate's response. "Three men grabbed me. I went to the car to get a jacket and when I started back, they pulled me into that alley by the bakery. I tried to fight them off, but one guy slapped me real hard and another one yanked on my shirt and ripped it.
"Then this man came down the alley. He told them to leave me alone. One of the men attacked him with a knife, and he just grabbed the guy's arm. Then it looked like he made the guy stab himself. The two that were left let go of me and pulled out guns! He shot them both! I started running because I was so afraid, and he chased me. I knew if I could get to you, Steve, I'd be okay. I'm sorry if I put everyone here in danger. I was really, really scared!"
Steve once again pulled Kate close and rubbed her back as he spoke calmly to her. "Always come to me when you have any trouble. That's what brothers are for. You're not in any danger now. This guy's not only ugly, but he's also harmless."
"Those cartel guys didn't think I was too harmless when I saved your ass a week ago," replied the stranger as he flashed a dazzling smile. "Maybe I should've let them shoot you in the back. It would've served you right for staying behind without me!"
"Why am I beginning to think you two know each other?" asked Gwen as she looked from Steve to the stranger as understanding suddenly washed over her face. "You're a SEAL, too! You were with Steve in Colombia! How come you were in that alley when those guys attacked Kate? What about those guys? Should we call an ambulance?"
"Unless I miss my guess, they're beyond any medical help now," responded Steve as the man quickly nodded his head in agreement. "Chip wouldn't have left them breathing after they treated Kate like that. We do need to call the police and report it."
"Chip? This is Chip? The guy you talk about so much?" quizzed Gwen of Steve before turning her full attention on the man standing before her. "Tell me how you wound up in that alley when Kate was attacked."
"I was pretty pissed at your pretty boy here, when he dropped off the chopper and went back for those kids without inviting me along. I called in some favors to try to find out where he was and to see if he needed me back in there to save his sorry ass again. My cousin is married to a guy in ONI, so I asked her to find out what she could.
"They couldn't tell me squat about Steve, but he did tell me that three men that had ties to Flores had recently boarded a flight for the US. They were scheduled to layover in Dallas and then catch a connecting flight this way.
"I was waiting in the local airport when they got off the plane, rented a car and headed for Sparta. I followed them. Steve already had enough on his plate at the time. He was pretty busy in Colombia, while I had been given direct orders to NOT go there for any reason. I thought I might be able to best help him out by keeping an eye on his family. I've been in Sparta three days, following those guys around. They acted like regular tourists until just a few minutes ago when they attacked your sister.
"I did take the time the other day to stop at the police station and inform Chief Blanchard why I was in town, and that I was carrying. I showed him my military ID and my permit from home. He had no problem issuing me a permit here. He said that the police couldn't do much unless the three men broke the law."
"Were you sent here by the Navy, or the CIA, or somebody?" asked Jordan in amazement at the man's story.
"Naw, I had some leave coming, so I took a few days off and hotfooted it up here. If something had happened to one of you, I never would've been able to face Steve again. Plus, he's always bragging about how smart and beautiful his lady friends are, especially Gwen's little sister, Kate. I thought maybe I'd see for myself," admitted Chip.
"Steve told you I was beautiful?" reveled Kate. "I didn't think he ever even noticed me. Not with Gwen, Lisa, Ashley, Nadiya, and so many gorgeous women around. So you think I'm beautiful, Steve?"
"Is that all you took from Chip's story?" marveled Steve. "Because of me, men were sent here to hurt you and your family! You should be wishing you never met me."
"Oh, don't get all melodramatic," responded Kate. "You're the best thing that ever happened to this family, and this town. You're probably the best thing the whole country has ever seen, at least when you and Gwen are together. Where are your manners? Shouldn't you introduce me to my protector?"
"Kate, this pathetic little guy is Chester Martin. He might be Chester the third, or fourth. I don't remember. Chester, this lovely woman is Kate Anderson. She's way too much of a lady to be seen with a guy like you, so don't get any ideas."
"Little guy? He's well over six foot and two hundred pounds, not that I've noticed," blushed Kate as she extended her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Chester. Thanks for saving me in that alley."
"Everyone calls me Chip," insisted the red-faced SEAL as he glared at Steve. "He knows that. Please call me Chip."
Before the conversation went any farther, two policemen arrived and began asking questions. Chip was disarmed and interrogated thoroughly. More police were sent to the alley. As expected, they found that all three men were dead. The coroner was summoned, and then Kate was questioned extensively. At three AM, the local DA walked into the restaurant. He listened carefully as the investigators explained what they had learned. Satisfied that he had all the information available from the police, he walked to where Steve was sitting quietly with Gwen and their friends.
"I know you've had a long day, but we need to sort this out. It appears that three men traveled here from Colombia to do grievous bodily harm to one, or more of your friends, probably for a significant sum of money. Your Navy friend got wind of it and came here to protect your extended family while you were otherwise occupied.