“Wow,” she sighed. “That was really, uh…”
“Yeah,” he grinned. “It damn sure was.” His phone pinged and he stared at the message.
“Trouble?” He grinned, taking her hand and then grabbing her suitcase.
“Not yet. But I’m sure there will be.”
CHAPTER SIX
“What in the world is that?” asked Priscilla staring at the strange plane-helicopter hybrid.
“Something of our own making,” said River waiting to see who would step out of the bird to greet them.
“Your making?”
“Priscilla, my family has a long history in Special Forces and private security. My great-grandfather was one of the founding members of REAPER. Have you heard of them?”
“Who hasn’t?” she said staring at him. “So, you’re involved with REAPER Patriots, Voodoo Guardians, the Gray Wolf guys, all of them?”
“Yes. My entire family is involved. My great-grandmother was with the FBI as a profiler. One of the best.”
“Holy cow,” she muttered. “So, now you’re part of Voodoo?”
“Well, technically they don’t exist any longer. They’ve rebranded themselves and there have been some changes. But, yes and no. I’m still a SEAL.”
“Are we still going to Coronado?” she asked as they walked toward the aircraft.
“That would be no,” said Patrick. “Hello, son.”
“Hi, Dad. Dad, this is Priscilla…”
“Yes, Priscilla Marciella. My father and I both knew your father, informally.”
“You did?” she smiled.
“We worked a few cases together. He was a great man. I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Th-thank you,” she said staring at him. “I’m sorry, you look so much like River.”
“I look more like him,” said Christopher walking toward them.
“Not as much as me,” said Wes. “Hello, Priscilla. I’m Wes Jordan, his grandfather.”
“Grandfather?”
“Yep. And I’m his great-grandfather,” smiled Angel. “We wanted to come and see what all the strange messages were about.”
“Strange messages? I’m sorry. I keep repeating things in a question. I’m confused.”
“It’s alright to be confused. When help is needed, my family tends to show up in droves. If I had to guess, there are a few more men on that Osprey.”
“Why? We’re not in trouble.”
“You might be,” said Wes. “Come on. Let’s get out of here and we’ll explain.”
Priscilla looked at each of the men. It was as if someone hit the repeat button on a cloning machine and it got better each time. She knew she was safe with them and even if she wasn’t, what a way to go.
“Alright. Let’s go,” she said.
