Dirty Dealings

Chapter 21TH

Captain Frank Summers was rather impressed with hearing what both man had to say." Let me reiterate gentlemen, I must admit it's pretty amazing on how your friend Daniel was able to escape the thrones of death. I do hope once we get him back to the states that he will be able to reconnect with your superiors?"

Daniel had finished his second cup of coffee and sandwich that was brought up from the galley. Meanwhile Janrick was happy to be on board the vessel alive and well even for his old aged body and mind. "As for myself, I will see to it that he does find his way home. Though I will be a long ways from my home after many years." He replied calmly.

"Very well gentlemen. I will have the corpsman take you down to sick bay to be given the once over by the doctors. No doubt they will probably be keeping the both of you there making sure all is in proper order." He calmly said to the two men looking tire and in need of medical attention.

"I could use a spot of a long night sleep and a very hot shower and meal. Janrick exclaimed with a yawn and a stretch of his arms.

A few moments later the young corpsman arrive to take them down below.

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The Pavillion

Sometime later was when the doctor's body was found by one of the employees looking to speak with him. The young woman Kyla was in complete shock seeing the body and all that blood. She was shaking like a leaf when she made the call with security running in with guns in their hands.

Right away they started to question her. Even though she was in shock and not able to answer the questions. They needed to call in others to confirm his death and file the report with their superiors about Doctor Valimar's death. Even though they were angry with the lost of Lee Stetson for the Spy network.

Moments later a stretcher was moved into his office in order to remove the body and place it in the cooler for now. On-lookers were chatting away with the removal of seeing the drug doctor dead on the stretcher being pulled by two men.

One of the security guards closed and lock the office so that no one would be able to enter. Logging the report on the clipboard and placing it back into the security's booth.

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Pilot Peter Mallot caught up with the destroyer to land his plane after destroying the terrorists missiles and other equipment with help from this particular destroyer.

His base was destroyed with very few survivors. Hopefully the United States military will be able to rebuild after the attack.

Stepping on down from his plane after the metal catch caught the wheels to stop it in place. Peter pulled off his visor and helmet to breath in the cold air. He would wait for his escort to take him to the bridge and the Admiral.

He felt so out of place with being on the destroyer and his comrades back at the base either dead or injured. Now he would need to ask for a transfer to a new base to serve the rest of his time with a year to go before deciding to resign for another four year hitch.

The courier a male in his early thirties. "Captain Mallot please come this way to the bridge. The Admiral has questions that needs to be asked."

"Yes, of course." He followed behind with all those on the deck watching the Captain move off to the bridge taking the cat walk over to it.

Admiral Ronald Riker age 62 was waiting for the F-15 pilot to arrive onto the bridge. Riker has been in charge of the Bella Rosa for the past five years with his retirement coming up in three years. Once they were done with this particular rotation out here in International waters. Afterwards they will head back to Hawaii for a few months leave for all crew members and himself.

He heard the sliding doors opened. He turned to face the Captain of the F-15. He was young and no doubt of needing further answers as to why his base and personnel destroyed or injured.

"Captain Mallot, I am glad you were able to make it here. I understand between your weapons and ours, we were able to destroy the targets catching them off guard. I have already sent off a report to the main base and will be investigating it further." Admiral Riker exclaimed with letting the Captain to read the report.

"Sir, do you think I can go back to my base to look for survivors?" Peter asked with needing to know for sure.

"Not right now Captain. You're going to be needing to rest after the doctors check you over. Otherwise I will think about it. Please go with the courier down below to have Doctor Bellinger take a look at you."

"Very well Admiral I will go now. I am feeling some what drained from the entire affair." He replied with a yawn before following the courier out of the bridge sector.

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After making a stop over in London, England. Amanda, Lee and Alexi were once again on their way again to the United States. After a brief lay-over with some food, drinks and one hour of resting until the plane was refueled.

Lee was getting some what antsy with wanting to be home now. In spite the fact he still didn't remember everything. Certain key items of his memories were beginning to come back to him. Even though he still needed to connect the dots...

Amanda asked on whether he was able to remember something.

"Actually I have Amanda. Something about us being home in our bedroom talking about wanting to try for a baby." He smirked, even though Amanda still wasn't able to tell him about the wonderful news.

"I believe that particular memory happened a few years ago. So far we have't have all that lucky with me trying to get pregnant. Even though the doctors have checked us out." Amanda responded with holding his hand with the plane getting ready to take off...