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“What’s up?”
    “Nobody texted me back.” Brody held up the blank screen of the phone as proof.
    “Is there something going on we don’t know about?”
    “Hell if I know. Maybe.” Brody lifted one shoulder.
    The guys he’d texted were all civilians now but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be away on an operation of their own.
    Since leaving the Navy, each in his own time and for his own reasons, they’d become private military contractors. All four men were now involved in some way with Jon’s brainchild, Guardian Angel Protection Services.
    Maybe there was something happening at GAPS that Chris hadn’t told Brody about. Chris hadn’t known Brody would be home today, only that his unit was en route.
    Chris would know as well as anyone that transit could take anywhere from days, to weeks, depending on weather and other shit.
    Brody decided he’d try his old CO Grant Milton. Maybe he knew something. Hell, maybe he’d even come out and meet them for a beer.
    Grant was married, but Brody had been away for half a damn year. The man’s wife had been married to a SEAL for long enough she should understand that sometimes guys needed to get together, just the guys.
    Since texting hadn’t worked out too well for him so far tonight, Brody decided to try to call. Over the din of the music pumping out of the sound system in time to the female strutting on the stage, he listened to the ringing on the line, before he heard Grant’s voice.
    “Brody.”
    “Hey, Grant.”
    “Haven’t heard your voice in a while . . . and what is that God awful noise in the background?”
    Brody laughed. “I think it’s a Miley Cyrus song actually. I’m at the strip club.”
    “So you’re home. Chris didn’t mention it last time I talked to him.”
    “I am home and he didn’t mention it because he didn’t know. We just hit the tarmac a few hours ago.”
    “Well, welcome back. Sounds like you went right to celebrating your homecoming, so that’s good. Don’t waste any time, do you?”
    “Nope. That’s one of the reasons I’m calling you. I thought some of the guys might want to meet us. I texted pretty much all of them and got no reply. You have any idea where they’re at?”
    “Oh, you wouldn’t know if you were in transit. GAPS got called out on a mission.”
    “A mission? All four of them?”
    “Actually, just three of them. I think Rick’s away with that actress girlfriend of his. He’s running her security now that she’s working on a new movie up in New York.”
    New York? Brody frowned, not sure he’d heard Grant right over the pumping bass. “Wait, what about Rick’s job here in Virginia at the nuclear plant?”
    “He gave notice and quit that job.”
    “When?”
    “Hell, I don’t know. Let me think. Almost a month ago now, I guess it was. I know he was talking about putting in his two weeks’ notice when I saw him at the party at the new GAPS office.”
    What the hell ? Brody couldn’t keep up with the shit Grant had dumped on him in just the past minute and he could only put a small part of the blame for that on the booze. It seemed as if everything had changed.
    “What new GAPS office?”
    “Jon finally gave in to Zane’s bitching, bit the bullet and spent some of the company’s money. They’re renting a space for GAPS to work out of now. Man, you have been out of touch.”
    “I’ve been a little busy, but yeah, it sounds like I missed out on quite a bit.” Brody shook his head at all that Grant had revealed. “So why don’t you meet me and Rocky here and catch us up on things?”
    Grant hesitated for long enough that Brody braced himself for the eventual excuse. His wife wouldn’t like it or some version of a lie to cover that truth.
    “All right. The club out the back gate?”
    “Yup. That’s the one.” Shocked Grant was actually going to come, Brody managed to answer.  
    “I’ll see you in a few.”
    “A’ight. See you.” Brody cut the call and glanced up at Rocky.