I enter the tent, the members of D-unit are surrounded by the maps of the compound we are going to enter.
I see West, the daddy of the team, older, wiser, and stronger than probably all of us combined.
“Jones, you’re going to enter here, and Dean, you follow. Mason, I need you to stay around this area...” West continues instructing us, pointing to pins on the map that symbolize each member of the team. We have gone over these many times. Studied every corner and possible exit that the enemy could hide or escape in. But this is what we do to make sure our plan is executed perfectly, and we all make it out alive and back home.
Chapter Sixty-Two
Tori
“So where does this part go?’ Harry asks, holding up a metal pole.
“I think that connects to part C,” Brad offers, flicking through the instruction manual of the stroller they are attempting to set up.
“Where’s part C?” Harry asks, looking round at the various parts of the stroller laid out on the floor in front of them.
“Next to part B?” Brad suggests.
“Where’s part B?” Harry yells in frustration, still waving the pole in the air.
“I don’t know. You need a fucking engineering degree to build this shit.” Brad growls, tossing the instruction manual in the air.
Ali, Gabby, and I laugh behind our coffee mugs from our spots on the couch.
“I swear,, I’ve built weapons less complicated than this,” Brad declares, holding up two parts and pushing them together, but they won’t fit.
“We need Daddy Jack,” Harry says, tone defeated, dropping the part he was holding to the ground.
“Ria sent a text. They’ll be here in a minute,” Gabby says.
“No, we can do this,” Brad says, tone determined.
“I don’t think we can, my friend. This is some next level shit,” Harry says, staring at the various boxes of baby items that were delivered earlier today.
“Do you really need all this stuff? How much stuff does one baby need, Tor?” Harry ask, gesturing at it all.
“You’d be surprised,” I say, taking a sip of my hot decaf coffee.
“I don’t think so, and what even is this?” Harry reaches over and picks up my wireless breast pump. “What is this shit? A gas mask for babies.” I almost choke on my coffee when he places it over his mouth and starts deep breathing.
“Harry, that’s my breast pump.” I deadpan.
The color drains from his face as he dry heaves and tosses the breast pump onto the couch. A roar of laughter rips from Brad’s throat as Harry covers his mouth with his hand.
“Tell me that hasn’t been on your tit, Tor, please tell me that hasn’t been anywhere near your tit,” he mumbles behind his hand.
I throw my head back laughing as do the girls, and I swipe the tears away from my eyes. “No, I haven’t used it yet, you fool,” I confirm.
Harry clutches his chest and sighs dramatically in relief. “Oh, thank God. I don’t think I’d ever recover from that.” As the last word leaves his lips, Jack and Ria enter the apartment and give us all a perplexed look.
“What’s going on?” Jack asks with a smirk.
“Harry was sucking on Tori’s breast pump,” Brad says with a smirk.
Jack and Ria’s horrified looks swing towards Harry, and he holds his hands up in protest.
“What’s the matter with you?” Jack asks, shaking his head. “Why would you do that?”
“I didn’t know. I thought it was a gas mask for babies.”
