All characters who engage in sex are to be considered over the age of eighteen years.
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September 2009
"Who are you kidding? She will never come. I read her file," Timothy said, looking over the desk.
Salem leaned forward before standing at his full height of 6' 3" inches. His hand moved along the collar until a finger caught in his blue tie, pulling it away from his throat. He wasn't used to wearing suits and it showed. "I just want a chance at her. I think she would be an asset to the team."
"There is no doubt she would. Hell, I think we should have approached her while she was in recovery, but that was an error on Blake's behalf. He didn't see the potential in her. But someone who makes more money than you or I does. And she already has medical training, and it won't hurt. I will tell you what, you get her to come to an interview and I'll owe you one."
Owe you one...
The silent thought danced across Salem's features as he settled in the booth of a local Waffle House. The place was empty except for the wait staff and one cook. To the right side was a thin woman with blonde hair who was wearing too much eye makeup. The cook was leaning against the oak rail reading what looked to be the Herald. He was tall, pushing six feet, and robust. His ginger hair did seem to match the tattooed tan skin of his arms. Most likely the color came from a bottle, probably an attempt to be someone else in this tiny town. The third was still in the back room. He only noticed the missing person when the door swung close as he sat down.
Salem was in town to visit an old friend from the Corp, a woman who saved his hide more than once. She was a demolition expert back then and a true Marine. He hoped to convince the woman to interview for a new program he was himself joining. A bunch of veterans had all joined after the VA failed to help. Some were given new prosthetic limbs while others tried new medicines to help cope with PTSD and flashbacks. Personally, Salem was in the drug trials. Now instead of being up all night with panic attacks and reliving the explosion, he slept dreamlessly in a state of bliss. The FDA would be giving the go-ahead for new clinical trials in the next few months. With luck K-101 as it was named, for now, would be readily available for veterans who have been suffering since coming home.
The former Marine waved off the blonde as he checked his cell phone. It was only 8:00 am and his breakfast meeting was still thirty minutes away. Hope had told him that she worked the night shift and could make it by 8:30 am provided they had a slow night.
Slow night, the thought brought a smile. It was after all only Monday and not a full moon, so the odds were good, she would show up on time. There was one constant to all of his former chalk: they kept up with time, never being late or avoiding situations that could and would detain them. If he was right about Hope she would be entering the doors in a few minutes.
Glancing at the waitress once more he nodded, giving her the international signal he needed something.
"What can I get you, dear?" The young woman asked, slipping her hand to the table, and laying out the utensils. The name on her tag read Alice.
"Coffee, black with a side glass of ice, no water, just ice." He offered a slight smile.
"Coming right up," she turned on her heel and semi-bounced away.
Though her hair was up under the black hat, he could see a few spirals flopping down the middle of her back. Other than the eye makeup blunder she seemed to be an attractive female. If only he was here for personal reasons he might flirt with her.
By the time Alice returned, Salem could see a small blue Jeep Grand Cherokee pulling in, and he saw the telltale sign of wild unruly strawberry blonde hair. There could be only one driver-Hope. The tension he had been feeling eased as he watched his longtime friend cross the parking lot.
"Make that two," he said in Alice's direction. As the door opened Salem got to his feet to greet the woman he had not seen in over a year. "Staff Sergeant Mills," he said, bringing her into his open arms for a shoulder hug before taking her hand.
"Gunnery Sergeant Johnson," she returned his embrace. "Damn good to see you again." She hadn't seen him since she departed Germany to come home. She could still see him in the terminal with others as the overhead speaker announced her flight. They had been close those last 11 months, closer than brother and sister some might say. The bonds forged in fire were hard to break or ignore.
"I'm glad you called. It has been forever." Hope lost track of him a few months back. After Afghanistan she went to college and became a paramedic, deciding to save people here after all the death she had seen there. She tried to keep up with text messages and Skype calls but life became a blur of nightmares and booze, and old friends fell to the wayside. "And it's Howard now," she added, though she didn't wear a ring. She and Alex were mated and did the civil ceremony for the public.