Rough - Part 4 - How Radioactive?
The unmarked Gulfstream was parking as the Jeep drove up. Moments later, a single figure stepped rapidly down the ladder and headed toward the vehicle. Red hair, tallish, wearing his military khaki with insignia. Silver oak leaves flashed in the morning sun.
"Good morning, I am Julia, Team Liaison. You must be Commander Reilley."
"Right you are. This is the welcoming committee?"
"Yes, sir. The men are engaged in desert training. I don't know exactly why, given our proposed mission along the Atlantic Coast." Her smile was a giveaway.
"Where on earth did they find you for the team?" His smile was equally bright.
"I am afraid you will have to ask Agents Schmidt and Smiley about that. Let me introduce you to Angie and Emma, who are attached to their respective agents." Handshakes were exchanged as he asked to be called Tim.
"Sorry I am in uniform, they wanted it for the plane. Do you suppose I could climb in for a quick change?"
"Commander, this is a terrible breach of military protocol, but necessary since three women are not riding around in Tonopah with a Navy Commander in uniform."
Julia stepped into him with a light kiss on his cheek. "Tim, I am just a poor innocent former Flight Attendant, but will discreetly look the other way while you change. How many Irish girls have you left behind in Washington?"
Very quickly he was down to his boxers, and equally quickly into a tee and running shorts. He noticed, for the first time, that flirty Julia was in running clothes.
"My god, I have to run with you?"
Emma was behind the wheel and driving away as Julia pushed Tim into the back seat and sat next to him. "Sir, the Team Leader assigned me to be your trail guide."
"If you call me Sir once more, you are going over my knee."
His strong arms hoisted her to his lap, where she did a fake collapse and moaned. He turned the incredible bottom over his knee anyway, asking the others, "Does she take down strange men this way all the time?" His fingers kneaded the muscled buns gently.
Angie answered, "They have plans for you. She is the advance party. You don't mind a shopping run into town?"
"Damn, I have a fistful of new documents and orders for the Team. When do we get serious?"
Julia turned over and sat up, whispering in his ear, "Arnie told me I had to learn to work hard and play hard. Right now, we are in playtime. You are awful cute and I would have a fling in a minute. You didn't answer my question about girlfriends?"
He tightened his arm around her waist and relaxed against the seat back. She felt really nice, tucked into his side.
"I am between girlfriends. The last one decided she would not marry a guy who disappeared for six months at a time. The one before that did marry me, even though I said I was a bad bet. Took her a year to find that out and divorce me."
Angie looked over her shoulder from the front seat. "Hang on tight, Julia, he is meat for Arnold's grinder."
As they entered the grocery, Emma said, "Tim, you go with Angie, she has a list. Julia, you come with me, I have a list too."
Walking down the aisle, Emma said sternly, "Young lady, you are not allowed to hit on him, even if he is the hottest guy to hit Tonopah since Smoky Bear."
"But Mom, he is single!" They giggled and poked at each other. Emma stopped and said quietly, "Let him set the pace. Remember, he is on a very secret and very difficult mission and doesn't need a hot affair right this minute."
Emma got a quick kiss on the lips. "Thank you. I was carried away for a moment."
When the jeep was loaded with supplies and they were headed north, Angie was in the back with Tim, who was relaxing into the high desert air more every minute. "Have you been hiding out here very long?"
Angie used her tough voice, "Emma, do you suppose he is cleared for background on us?"
"Doubt it. We better wait until we are back at camp. Julia needs to sweat some of that Beltway veneer off."
Tim was red in the face, but laughing. "Damn, if this is the welcoming committee, I am really going to suffer with the agents."
Angie kissed his cheek and said, "We are in charge of keeping morale high. Arnie says this is going to be a hard one."
"Double damn. Women who know what their men need. Is Julie really unattached and am I allowed to be friendly?"
Emma gave him a quick stare from behind the wheel, "This is her first time out as an agent. There is to be no damage! Understand?"
Closing his eyes, he gave a soft moan and collapsed into Angie's lap. She kneaded his hand and kissed the back of it. Before he could say anything more, she said, "Take a nap, agent Reilley, you need the sleep." The three women glanced at each other and smiled.
The gravel road to camp bounced Tim awake and he sat up. Rocks and creosote bush in all directions. A shack with three cars straight ahead.
"Wow, when they told me remote, they meant REMOTE!"
Arnie and Jason wandered out to say hello and help with grocery bags. Angie told them, "Go somewhere and talk business. Emma and I will deal with the homefront. You may come back in an hour for lunch."
Arnie found a proper floppy sun hat for Tim and the four members of the expanding team walked off into the brush. Julia carefully positioned herself on the far side away from Tim, minding Emma's warning.
Tim tried to make a joke, "I guess this is a secure location?"
Arnie replied with a quiet voice, "So secure that a little later in the season, the sun will kill you in a few hours."
There was a long silence, punctuated by Tim saying, "Seems as though the Team can fall into work mode pretty quick."
Jason said, "We've figured out that sending someone with nuke credentials means something serious about our opponents."
He muttered under his breath, "Damn."
In another long minute, he said, "There's a few background doc's in my luggage, but basically you've guessed what DC is all riled up about. Scared to death about any radiation hazard rumors getting to the media."
Jason asked the questions. "More than rumor, isn't it? But NSC is pretending they are only dealing with rumors? What levels have been monitored and where?"
Tim looked around as though there were mic's in the bushes. "The number of people who know the real situation is fewer than a dozen. The team size has already been reduced, which we need to talk about. The rad level is low, but the signature is of very nasty stuff. Bomb grade stuff."