“I’d have to be right up in your face to see that,” said Priscilla.
“Yeah, don’t get that close,” laughed Quinn. “Big brother will be pissed off if we’re that close to you.”
“Big brother?” she frowned.
“River was first, then Finn, then me,” said Quinn. “I’m the baby can’t you tell?”
“No, I cannot tell,” she laughed.
“What are you guys doing here? I thought you were on a deployment with the team,” said River.
“That’s what we’re here to discuss,” said Gator. “Quinn and Finn were sent home for a mandatory leave.”
“Mandatory? What the fucking hell is happening here?” asked River.
“We’re trying to find out. This obviously goes way beyond what we thought. If the commander is sending them home, someone is telling him to do that. When I spoke to him,” said Christopher, “he said he was following orders from the highest levels in the government.”
“The POTUS is sending my brothers on leave? Why?” asked River.
“Take a seat everyone,” said Ham. “Standing around won’t get us to the bottom of this. Priscilla? Nice ring, honey. If that shithead doesn’t treat you right you come looking for any of us.”
Priscilla laughed, nodding at him then kissed River as he flipped the bird to everyone behind him.
“I’m sure he’ll be just fine,” she smiled. “Besides, please remember I’m a trained agent as well.”
“So, who did I piss off?” asked River.
“Not you. Him,” said Gator pointing to his father, Patrick.
“Me? What the hell did I do? I mean, beyond the obvious. Someone needs to narrow this down for me. I’ve been doing this shit a long time.”
“Lincoln Morris.”
“What? No. No, Morris is dead,” said Patrick.
“Who is Lincoln Morris?” asked Priscilla.
“He was running a non-profit for refugee camps and refugee children. Margo worked for them. We discovered that he was the one that was running the child trafficking ring through the refugee camps,” said Patrick. “But we stopped him, we killed him, or I should say Moose killed him technically.”
“He was definitely dead,” said Moose.
“He was,” said AJ, “but his son was not. Lawrence Morris grew up in England attending fancy boarding schools and Oxford. He learned of his father’s death while attending university. His father left instruction that should he die while his son was in school, he was not to leave school or make himself known.”
“Bastard knew something was going to happen. Why didn’t we know about the son sooner?” asked Patrick.
“He was attending school under his mother’s maiden name, Ingk.”
“Oh, hell no,” said Priscilla, shaking her head. “That’s not possible. She wasn’t old enough to have a son that age.”
“She wasn’t, but her mother was,” said AJ. “Natalia Ingk was born to Felicity and Roman Ingk. Both were born in Türkiye but Roman was from a Mongolian family. Roman died when Natalia was just a baby and Felicity married Morris. The agreement was she would help to raise his son and he would raise, and provide for, her daughter.
“So, Felicity ensured that Lawrence’s education was perfect and that he graduated with honors. Morris made sure that Natalia’s education was paid for in full, and that she was trained in ways no one could possibly imagine.”
“But she had to have been a toddler, or at the very least a little girl when he was killed,” said Christopher.
“She was but he had someone overseeing her very important education,” said AJ.
“Let me guess. Lawrence.” Patrick nodded toward his brother.
