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I'm sorry for being confusing. I apologize for the mistakes. I write around three chapters and go with the one I think works best. Sometimes my chapters get messed up. I hope this fixes and answers your questions. If not, I'm sorry and I'll kill off Dale. This is what Dale has been up to in the last ten months. Oh I wrote this chapter very quickly so please excuse any spelling and grammar errors.
Ten Months earlier
Dale hated dropping off Tim at Agent Gibbs' house. He didn't really like the man but Tim was so desperate to be a real family. He wanted to be in Anna's life and just not on the weekend.
Walking into the house he threw his keys on the table. He had a month before he was to leave on his assignment. Not knowing what he was going to be doing was a little intimidating.
He had just settled down on his couch when someone started pounding on the door. Opening the door he saw a huge, dark skinned man. He was wearing all black like he was trying out for cat burglar number one. But looking at the man he knew better than to make the joke.
"Can I help you?" he asked as politely as he could pull off.
"Are you Dale Michaels?" The man's deep voice rumbled when he spoke.
"Who's asking?" he asked coolly.
"You have ten minutes to pack. Please do not call anyone. I am moving you to your work destination. I work for Deleco Security. I've been hired to escort you." The man pulled something out of his jacket. "This is the instructions that you are to follow. I do not know what is in this envelope so please do not ask me about it."
Dale took the envelope from the man and opened it. It had very little details but it was the seal that confirmed it was authentic, it was the vice president's seal.
He quickly packed up a couple days of clothes. He always could wash them. His important stuff was in his laptop bag.
In the car the man made him give him his phone. For some odd reason he wasn't scared. He wasn't prone to fear in the first place. He was raised by a single father. His mother had died of massive heart failure following his birth. He had three older brothers. His dad believed that because of his mom being so sick when she was pregnant with him was the reason he has always been small. He really couldn't fault the man. His dad and all his brothers were over six foot tall. He was the short, thin one.
His dad was big on teaching his boys to defend themselves. He didn't want them to pick fights but get out of them. His oldest brother Cameron was a civil engineer while the twins, Iggy and Piggy, owned their own construction company. It wasn't big or anything but it seemed to be going well for them. Of course they were the only full-time employees.
Iggy's real name being Kyle and Piggy's being Peter. The story was that Dale called Peter, Piggy instead of Petey like everyone else did. The twins were identical so he called one Piggy and the other Iggy. It just seemed to stick.
"What's your name?" he asked the stranger. The trip was taking a while. It looked like they were headed to D.C.
"That's not important."
"Well, so much for conversation," Dale muttered.
Once the car started to slow down he looked around. It looked like they were in some warehouse district, most looking abandoned.
He was quickly shuffled upstairs and joined his new co-workers. The security detail turned into just one guy in a security office. The man in charged seemed to not trust anyone with too much information. It looked like each person had part of the picture but no one person had the whole picture.
If Dale had to pick his favorite co-worker it would be Kirby. Kirby came from the CIA but was brand spankin' new. Dale didn't like to admit it but he seemed to be better than him. He looked like he could give Tim a run for his money.
Dale was friendly with the other two also. Frankie was a tall, bespectacled woman with short hair. Really short hair, it looked like she had shaved not long ago. She was from CID. Then there was Mendoza, a soft spoken, gentle man. His hair was a little shaggy- nowhere close to as shaggy as his own. Mendoza didn't talk much but when he did, you listened. He was from OSI and seemed to be the oldest of the four at around forty.
He had been there for two months the first time he saw Tim's name come up on his hacking. He had already found a bunch of stuff on his father. He hoped to get enough to put the man away, he was a horrible father from the stories Tim told him.
Unfortunately he was working with Frankie when he found the information. Frankie had latched onto the information and would let go. For the first time he was getting upset with her. To him it looked like Tim was taken advantage of by his teacher. It didn't matter what Dale told her she would stop. He pointed out that he was let go by the cops. They only just questioned him. The professor was the one with the red hands. She just kept talking about needed to see the file. It gave him an uneasy feeling so he tried to work with only Kirby or Mendoza after that.
Dale was so upset with himself. He had fallen for her lies. It all looked so realistic. He knew it wasn't her that set up the dummy accounts. That meant she had to have had someone working on the outside. They weren't kept prisoner in the building but they needed security to go with them anywhere. Something was very fishy, like when someone tried to break into the last place.
He had been able to talk to Tim a couple times but it was only about the children. When Kirby told him about the facility he had almost lost it. He was in luck that it was around the time Tim was rescued. He didn't know what he would do but he couldn't let the men hurt Tim. It helped that it put another nail in Admiral McGee's coffin though.
The whole cloak and daggers thing was getting old. They were able to break into the video feed. He saw Holden watching over Tim. He didn't know why Holden was there but trusted to man to not let Tim get hurt. When Holden had picked him up from his house and moved him he was a little scary. But he had talked to the man, even getting his name while he was on duty.
Holden had stopped coming into the office. That was until they had to move. Holden personally helped him. It led to a very fun night for both of them. Nothing had happened since then though. It hurt his feelings a little but that's how one night stands happen.
The day after Tim's rescue he knew he had to act. Frankie was out of control. He no longer believed anything she said. She was working for someone but he was always under surveillance unless he had security with him. He had Troy escort him to Holden's house. Troy told him they were roommates. He missed having Tim as a roommate. He missed Tim something terrible. He hadn't even gotten to see a picture of the kids. Living in the office building was isolating. All four slept in a large office that had four futons on it.
The news came in earlier- they had to turn in their files and leave. Their jobs were waiting for them when they got back. Now his goal was to protect his friend, Tim. The man had been through more than anyone twice his age. Dale had a lot to atone for thinking the worst of Tim. True it was only for a few days but that was Frankie's plan.