I awoke with a severe headache, went to the bathroom and changed, not bothering to put on makeup or brush my hair effectively, before going out into the kitchen only to be met by a bunch of males scarfing down some sort of mush. I sat down in the empty seat, which was between Snake and Eagle.

"Why don't you look pretty" Wolf said, earning laughs from everyone.

"Shut it" I threatened.

"Or what?" he asked.

I looked up from the table to give him the glare I've worked years on perfecting, the one that says, 'or else'.

"His glare is way better" Fox informed me. I turned my head to glare at him, and to my delight, he squirmed a little.

"You squirmed long before my Dad did" I told him.
"What's do important about your Dad?" Eagle asked me.

"That's confidential"

"You have got to be kidding me!" Snake exclaimed.

"Did you lose Solitaire again?" Fox asked.

He mumbled something incoherent and I guess he had.

"Where's the coffee?" I asked.

They all looked like they were holding back laughter.

"What?" I said.

"We don't drink coffee here...Cal" he said.

"Why in the bloody world not?" I asked, then stopped to think about what I had said, then added, "oh gosh". I pointed a finger at Eagle, who in his state of laughter was on the verge of tears and said, "shut it or I'll do it for you"

I was surprised at how fast he stopped, then I noticed where their wide eyes directed and turned towards the doorway.

I groaned inwardly at the sight before me. My Dad. Great, now I'd have to be his Mini-Me around them.

My mood automatically brightened when I saw the cup in his hand.

"Starbucks!" I squealed, forgetting the highly trained SAS agents and acting like I always had around my Dad.

I grabbed the cup and tried to get away, but his arm hooked around my waist when I was not even a step away.
"I need a hug first" he told me.

I was happy to oblige.

I then remembered the SAS Agents in the room and turned to them.

"Guys, this is my Dad. Special Agent Dan Jones"

They just nodded.

"I suspect you've been taking good care of my Princess, Wolf" he said, and I cringed, noticing everyone was holding laughter back at my nickname.

"Yes, sir" he replied.

"Anyone call me by that name and I'll" I stopped to think about my threat, but came up empty. "do something so horrible that I can't even say" I finished lamely.

"Nice try, Cougar" Snake said.

"And I'll do the same to you so you can't help them" I added.

Eagle raised his hand.

I sighed, then said, "Yes, Eagle?"

"How do you know 'Kyle'?" He asked, using air quotes for his name."

"He was a friend in grade school" I said, "anymore questions?"

Fox raised his hand, "just friends?" he asked.

"Yes, just friends"

An echo of 'hmmmmmm''s came from the room.

I turned to my Father and asked, "What are you doing here?" I thought you were in Europe"

"Change of plans" he said, "thought I'd help you all train for Afghanistan"

"Ready for training, o' young one?" Eagle asked.
I sighed inwardly, time to act like a snotty brat.

"I don't train, I review"

"A little cocky, eh?" Cub asks.

"Only when I know I'll win"

I was in full throttle now.

"Princess" my father said.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Training"

I sighed, but went to go get ready.

As we walked ahead of the rest of the team all of a suddenly my father clasped his hands together and said the most dreaded word in my opinion, "so..."

He says this when he's going to ask me a question that will turn into an embarrassing display.

"How do you like that team?"

Thankfully this question was only ranked zero point five in my rating of horrible questions.

"They're okay, I guess" I answer honestly.

"I can have you transferred if you want"

Ha! The last thing I wanted was for him to pull rank and someone to find out sooner or later.

"No" I said quickly, then added slower. "That's fine"

"And Alex?" he asked.

"Which one's that?" I asked. I only knew their code names.

"Cub"

"Oh." Ha! Now I know his first name, all I got to find out is his last.

"He's cool" I said, using the word my dad detested during my teenage years.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see my dad scowl as I mentally smile. This was going to be a fin walk, whether or not he wanted it to be.