AUTHOR NOTES: This is the final chapter.
Battle Wounds
Chapter 14th
"Hunt do you can hang on with taking you to a New York hospital instead of around here?" Gary asked out of breath with dragging the body of Dylan inside the cabin.
In his gruff low voice. "I will try my best." He said with his son holding onto him to start walking quickly through the snow. It was going to take some time with the weaken condition of Jackson Hunt.
"Come on dad, you can make it. And besides this was the stupidest thing your ever done in your life." His son replies to have Hunt shaking his head.
"Not really! I have done worst years ago for when I was knee deep with missions for the C.I.A. I would of never thought I would do something like this again in my 76 years of life."
"We need to get out of here now before something else happens." Esposito having been quiet tells the group to start moving along to reach the helicopter.
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Regional C.I.A. office NEW YORK CITY
Director Dallas Green was working a over night shift for a rare time. When he had gotten back from a meeting with four of his local agents. There was a telephone calling in on one three. He's been expecting information on the rogue agent Dylan Greenly have left the fold.
There was a rumor that ex agent Jackson Hunt would be going after him after what had happened at the game resort in Bridgeport, CT. Director Green in many ways would be glad that Greenly would be dead. Since he was giving the C.I.A. a bad reputation with all of the recent murders. Many of the local tv broadcasts had been reporting the murders of agents killed on the job.
There was going to be a special hearing in Washington, D.C. on the deaths. Senator Maxwell of Washington, D.C. with a high security clearance wasn't liking the press getting wind of the deaths via sources inside the C.I.A.
Director Green received the phone call telling him that Dylan Greenly was dead with his body left inside his log cabin from an unknown shooter. No report will be filed with sending three agents to Cole Brook, Maine to pick up the body to bring it back to New York for burial.
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Three days later at Manhattan Medical Center
Richard Castle and Kate Beckett came to the fifth floor to visit his father in his own room. Doctor Sanders has already told him the good news that he's being to be able to go home in two days. He wanted to check out once again with further tests to make sure all is well with his right shoulder. His fever had disappeared the next day with the doctor and nurses giving him medication to help combat infection.
He was sitting up for a change when his son came in during dinner time. He was hungry today. He's able to have solids after losing ten pounds the past few days.
He looks over at his son and wife walking into his room. "Richard your a sight for sore eyes, as with Kate. I had so many people come into this room the past few days, I was just going crazy. I must tell you that being with the C.I.A. all of these years has given me a number of battle wounds."
"Certainly I can agree with you, dad." Beckett says to hug her father-in-law in his bed.
"Richard have you heard anything in regard to Dylan's body?" His father asked with concern wanting to keep up with the latest.
"Sources tell me the director of the C.I.A. is keeping it quiet, while the hearings are going on in Washington, D.C. on the recent deaths of six agents having been murdered." Castle replied with the best of knowledge.
"I haven't heard about the six murders." Hunt said with sitting up further without hurting his shoulder.
"It's like the police dad. Sometimes the public are not told certain information in order to protect them. Any rate you're going to getting out of here in two days. I would like to extend a gracious offer to have you stay at the loft now that we have the added room on the third floor." She added with Hunt agreeing to the offer. Even though Castle was getting the feeling that his father was up to something, but never the less he was glad to be alive and healing nicely with his shoulder...
The End