At least it wasn’t glitter.
Be thankful it wasn’t glitter, like he learned from the fuckers over in Delta Force. Those boys took glitter wars to the extreme. They’d even corrupted Red Squadron. He didn’t want that shit infesting his team or worse… his house.
But Gunnar didn’t dare say that out loud and bit down on the inside of his cheek. Laughing now equaled a pissed off Talon, and based on the speed of the hands flying and Cesare losing his shit Italian style, he wasn’t going to need a wild ass guess to assume he too was mad as all get out.
Nope, not a single WAG needed, never mind two.
“Midas, where the fuck did you get eggs?” If that asshole had pissed off a cook in the mess, then he too was going to be mad. They hadn’t even eaten yet.
“I found them as we were en route to the extraction point,” Marco admitted.
In other words, there was either a wild bird or a fucking snake looking for their damn nest in the Hindu Kush. “Fabulous. Clean that shit up,” Gunnar ordered. He had no clue what Talon and Cesare had done to end up being pranked… he didn’t want to know. He pointed at Talon and then Cesare. “You two hit the showers, then we’ll go for chow.”
His own men turned away to do as he’d ordered. Valerio’slooked from him to their boss and back again, until Valerio nodded, dismissing them silently.
“It’s like herding cats,” Valerio muttered. “Nobody told me I’d be herding cats.”
“Hell, bro, cats would be easier. Place a box in the sunshine where you want them to go, and those kitties will jump right into it.”
“I’m packing fucking boxes on the next go round,” Valerio decided. “Big boxes.”
Gunnar snorted. “I want to be there when you send in a req form to the Ministry of Defense for them and explain why.” He clapped Valerio on the shoulder. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. If we go to the mess now, the cats won’t have eaten all the food.”
As they walked to the mess, Gunnar tried to figure out how he should handle Valerio’s request to locate the man his brother had been married to. He had his suspicions as to where Toro had ended up, but damn, passing them on would be breaking a promise; one he had no intentions of ever breaking.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“We need to stop.”Jorja nudged Remi. “I have no idea how you can be almost asleep at the keyboard when you’ve consumed enough Monster to fuel a jet.”
“Wrong drink.” Remi’s words were slurred. “It’s Red Bull which gives you wings, not Monster.”
“I don’t care which it is.” She stood up and put her hand under his elbow. “The only place you are flying to is bed.”
“Can’t. I need to sign off with Gunnar and the guys.” He reached for his headset, and she snatched it out of his hands.
“I’ll do it. How does this thing work?”
“Tap here.” He hit the button in the center of the earpiece. “And you’re good to go.”
“Zipper?”
She jumped when Gunnar’s voice sounded as if he was either standing right beside her or directly in her head. “Umm, no, it’s me.”
“Beautiful, is everything okay?”
Even with the worry evident in his tone, Gunnar sounded ridiculously pleased to hear her voice. “Yes, I promise,” she reassured him. “G-dog, or bear, or whatever name you arecalled on here, your brother is done for the day. I’m taking him to bed…”
“You’re what now?”
“We’re tired. Unless you need him for something, he’s done for the day,” she explained. “He’s worked since dawn and his head is almost touching the keyboard. Even with me here, it’s too much. So, either you tell me it’s okay to haul his butt to his place, or I’m going to remind you that you are an asshole at times. This being one of said times.” She was aware she was blurting out the words so fast Gunnar probably couldn’t keep up, but she too was way past tired. “My eyes hurt, my head hurts, and if I sit down another second, my butt is going to cry and die on the spot.” She paused and waited for an answer. When none was forthcoming, she narrowed her eyes. “Gunnar?
“Gunnar?
“Hello, am I talking to the wall?
“Jerk-God, I swear?—”
A burst of laughter, which she knew didn’t come from Gunnar as it was completely different to his normal deep chuckle, sounded in her head. “I think Grizzly is stuck on the ‘you are taking his brother to bed’ bit, Ma’am.”
