The Quaranteam Universe is the creation of CorruptingPower, used with permission.
Also a huge thanks to Discert, author of 808 State, for helping me with the specifics of Hawai'i and its people. And the Pidgin. And... okay, for a lot of this chapter.
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Chapter 16: Massage Therapy
25 September 2020
The following week passed in a blur of preparation. Without knowing how their incoming team member preferred to sleep, the best they could do was guess and make it easy to adjust.
"Okay, let's not get too stereotypical with it, but by the same token a piece of home would probably be good." Adam was helping bring linens and pillows into one of the unused bedrooms. "Can one of you try to get, I dunno, a piece of artwork of a sunrise over the ocean?"
Shannon pulled out her phone. "I'll order it. How big?"
"Not enormous, but decent size. Pull out the tape measure and stud finder, we'll check and see what we can get away with."
Callie stood at the door while they measured. "Why would someone want to come here of all places from Hawaii? No offense, but it's a bit of a downgrade. Doesn't help that we're about to hit the season where the sun doesn't want to get out of bed, either. The art you hang up is going to be her main source of Vitamin D for a while unless we order some vitamins."
"She probably wasn't thinking of that when she wanted to come to the area," Adam replied with a shrug. "Did Esther add extra to the next grocery order? Not sure how much she eats but the least we can do is be ready to feed her."
"She did, we put it away yesterday while you were tutoring Athena." Callie's head sharply turned. "Someone's knocking. Probably the guest of honor. You need to be the one to open the door, but I'll be there for the paperwork."
"Thanks. Too easy to miss things, and they just keep trying to pull more tricks and stunts." They got walking towards the front door. "Though what else they could try to take, I have no idea. The US Government is getting direct blood samples from me already."
"Adam, I know of at least three other bodily substances they could get to before they even start with the painful stuff." As they got there, Callie reached into the basket they kept in place beside it, pulling out a couple of paper masks then handing one of them to Adam.
"Thanks, both for the mask and for that reassuring image." He got his mask on quickly and opened the door. Behind it, he could see the now-expected two soldiers in biohazard suits. "Apologies for the delay, we're still getting used to this."
The one on the left spoke, her voice seeming to be a bit tired despite the mid-morning hour. "It happens. We tried the doorbell, but I think it might be broken."
Callie giggled as Adam sighed. "Yeah, we have a request in. I assume from the suits you're here from Oracle, but I don't see... oh, hello."
A small, wiry woman with deeply bronzed skin, slightly canted eyes, and short black hair stepped around from behind them. Adam hadn't even known she was back there, both due to her size and silence. "You're Adam?"
"I am. You must be Lani."
"Leilani, but I prefer to go by Kaipo." She was dressed in jeans and a plain white hoodie, the hood drawn down in the warmer building. There was a black backpack on her back and roller luggage behind her. "The only people who call me by my first name are the government and people I owe money to." She thought for a moment. "And tourists who need to be reminded they're on the islands."
Adam chuckled. "Kaipo it is, then. Um, not to be too stiff and formal about it, but do you three have that form? I do need to make sure there aren't any more surprises, and you need to make sure whoever's checking your work is happy."
"Captain Bozeman's never happy, but here you go." The one on the left handed over a copy of the same DA 6969-R he'd seen three times before, two of the three boxes already filled out. All it needed was his own signature.
Adam knew he didn't even need to pretend to move. Callie reached over and nabbed the clipboard smoothly. "Thank you. I am Callie Ekecheiria, his lawyer. Just let me check this and we should be good."
"Oh,
you're
Ms. Ekecheiria?" It was difficult to make out the soldier's expression, but her voice had obvious admiration. "I'm a paralegal when I'm not out making deliveries, and I often get to hear our lawyers cursing your name with both vehemence and creativity when they come up against you."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, but thank you. No forms other than this one?"
"No, ma'am. Standard delivery today."
Kaipo seemed annoyed. "I'm standing right here, you know."
The soldier shrugged. "No offense, I've just done fifteen of these runs in the last month, averaging two or three people each. Mostly into Seattle or Olympia, but still."