1600 hrs, Adam Dawson's house, six miles from the base.
Adam Dawson opened the front door to his house in Chesapeake. As he walked in, Garrett Brown followed him while studying the inside. The décor was modest with one wall in the living room adorned with Navy memorabilia the SEAL collected over the years.
Throwing his keys on the end table, Adam turned to Garrett. "Need a beer, Garrett?"
"Does a one legged duck swim in circles?"
Adam laughed at the reply and went to the kitchen. There he found his wife Kristine cutting vegetables for the soup that was simmering. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. She quickly stop cutting and spun around in his muscular arms.
"Welcome home Sailor. I thought I'd make some homemade soup for dinner tonight."
"Um – can that sit for a bit? I need your help in the living room with something important."
Kristine looked into her husband's eyes. "Oh you want to do it in the living room again? You have some strange ideas, Lieutenant."
"I have company out there Sweetheart. What I need is your opinion on something. The kind of something you're not supposed to see," Adam said as he kissed her forehead.
He grabbed two beers and headed into the living room with Kristine following close behind. As they entered, they saw Garrett Brown looking at Adams pictures and awards on the wall. When he grabbed the beer from Adam, he studied Kristine carefully.
"So you're the best CIA Intelligence Officer ever huh." Garrett said with a hint of sarcasm.
"I don't know who you are, but I do two things really well – intelligence is the other one," she replied as she moved closer to Adam.
"Kristine, I'd like you meet Garrett Brown. He's with the S.A.D. and he has a small problem."
"Oh you're with the agency? Well what you need is a frontal lobotomy. That should take care of all your problems."
Garrett studied her closely, while Adam just smiled and sipped his beer. He liked the fact she had a quick response, not many Intel Officers did. He took a long pull off his beer, and then walked over to the couch. Sitting down, he pulled his briefcase over and opened it. When he pulled the folder out, he placed it on the coffee table.
"Given your last comment Mrs. Dawson, I sense you have little use for the agency anymore. That means they pissed you off too. Why don't you sit down and I'll let you in on the situation."
"With all due respect Mr. Brown, I don't give a fuck what your problem is. Even if I did help you, you morons wouldn't follow my advice. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kick your ass out right now."
Garrett looked at Adam who was chuckling softly. "Is she always like this, or is it just when you have company?"
"I told you we'd help. I didn't say anything about it being easy. Kristine, sit down and just look at the pictures. You'll just have to trust me on this one baby."
Kristine took a seat to the side of Garrett Brown. She had an angry look on her face as she pulled the folder over to her. When the first photo appeared, she caught her breath. The mangled body of Aaron Lancaster was in plain sight, she silently cursed herself for even opening the folder.
"Mrs. Dawson, I know the photos are disturbing, but I really need to know what I'm up against. I don't want to lose any more teams."
"How – how many..."
"To be honest three so far, two of mine and one British team. This team was led by Aaron Lancaster, he was my finest team leader and a very dear friend."
Kristine looked up with teary eyes at her loving husband. She knew he was going to be involved and what he was up against again. The damage was unmistakable. He was going to have to track down and kill another werewolf.
"Honey, he needs our help. I know how you feel, but you also know Kevin and I are the only ones who can do this."
"You're insane! We went through this in Predjama and now you're asking me to help do it again?"
Garrett looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Mrs. Dawson what happened in Predjama? What could inflict this kind of damage? This is the only team we have ever found after the insertion, the rest are still missing."
"I – I don't – all I ever saw – I don't..."
Adam could see the hesitation in his wife's eyes. "Garrett, I want to make it perfectly clear, I have no evidence to back up what I'm about to say."
"I understand. All I want is some answers."
"Your team was killed by some kind of a mutant wolf. It's large and very deadly, with lightning fast reflexes. We killed one in Predjama, but trust me, you won't find that in any report I ever filled out."
"You're saying some kind of wolf did this? What the hell was one doing in that part of the Ukraine?"
"The question is, what the hell was one of your teams doing in the Ukraine?" Adam asked quickly.
Garrett looked at the Navy SEAL hard for a moment, then reached into his briefcase again. He pulled out a brown binder and opened it. The director of the S.A.D. placed three photos on the coffee table over the bloody pictures of his team.
"These are the people we're going after. The weird thing is, every time we get close, we lose a team. It's like they know we're coming, no matter what we do to prevent it."
Kristine picked up the picture of Rashida Turk. "What do you want them for? Are they planning some sort of terrorist attack?"
Garrett remained quiet. He didn't know how much information he could give out before it became a security concern. Adam reached forward and picked up the other two photos. He knew Garrett was hesitant, but maybe he could coax a small piece of information to put it all together.
"Who are these two morons?" Adam asked.
"The more muscular one is Bashir Haddad. We're pretty sure he's the leader of the group, the other is Mansur Abla. The lone female is Rashida Turk, but from what we have on her, she's just as deadly as the men."
"Are they Iraqi or Saudi?" Kristine asked.
