Chapter 2 - Belated

Somewhere in Belize

"Great job, boys!" Commander Thompson called out as he sat back in his chair. "It was a long haul and a pretty tough fight." he paused as he lit his cigar and inhaled deeply. hmmmm ... he thought to himself. Nothing like having operatives in Cuba. He opened his eyes and exhaled a cloud of smoke. He looked around at the three men that stood before him.

The operation had been successful. A little over a year in this godforsaken place and they had kicked ass and taken names! At first it seemed impossible. The demons had damned near took over the compound before his grand trio arrived to take control of the situation. Sure there was speculation about the troop. After all, they had been involved with the Initiative debacle and the fiasco that ensued as the program was brought down to ruin. With Finn dodging as an AWOL for so long, choosing to work with a band of vigilante demon fighters, headed by one very hot little slayer. But alls well that ends well. Finn pulled out of his slump and came out on top. Finn was by far the greatest demon fighter he had ever known. Hell, better than anyone had heard of, besides that pesky little slayer. He was fierce and relentless in his pursuit. Each day pretty much guarantying a large demon body count. And best of all, the General was thrilled with the mission and had granted the men some much needed R&R before sending them onto their next mission.

Aahh...the next mission. he thought, Ireland, home of the leprechauns...and whiskey. Yes, I'm going to have to remember to tell the boys to bring me back a case or two...

"You all know the drill.", He inhaled again as he reclined deeper in the chair. "Standard crap. No one was here, nothing happened.", He smiled and chuckled, "Just a walk in the park boys. Just a walk in the park." He turned and glanced down at his desk for a moment, picked up a piece of paper and read it. A frown appeared on his face. Oh shit! He thought as he dropped his cigar into an ash tray. " Uh, you boys are dismissed.", he gestured to the three men.

The men saluted their Commander and turned toward the door.

"Finn...", Commander Thompson called out to one of the men. "Finn, I need to have a word with you..."

"Yes sir." Riley said, standing at attention.

"At ease, Soldier." Thompson winced as he motioned him to sit in a chair in front of his desk. "Sit down, son."