A/N… I won't keep you up here, but see me at the bottom for some things that may need defining. Okay? Cool… Off you go…

~o~H&E~o~

Chapter 5

BELLA

The morning after the zoo, I walked out of the bedroom of the penthouse to find poor Dean under the most intense interrogation ever. The Gravity kids were relentless with new people, and this was no different. Even funnier was the absolutely adorable look of amusement on Edward's face as he leaned on the kitchen counter, sipping a cup of coffee. He was dressed in his basketball shorts, sneakers, and a white T-shirt, like he was about to go for a run.

Dean, however, was taking it all in stride, another reason I liked the guy. He was smart, but he seemed to be laid-back and calm, too, a lot like Jasper.

Sammy's drone whirred around him as question after question was thrown his way.

"Where you from?"

"Washington."

"You married?"

"I was. Not anymore."

"Got kids?" Caleb asked, shoving an entire sausage link into his mouth.

"I do. A son. Marcus."

"How old is he?" Bethy asked, picking up her glass of orange juice.

"He's eleven. He'll be twelve in December."

"My dad says you're a Marine?" Abby asked in her usual soft tone. And I loved that she called Alec Dad now. Hell, he'd been her dad since she was three years old.

That seemed to catch all their attention, because they were used to military men, so every head turned his way as I walked to Edward, reaching for the cup of coffee he was offering me. His soft laugh made me smile.

Dean nodded, answering Abby's question. "Yes, I was a Marine."

"Air Force rules!" Caleb yelled in a cheer, which made the rest of the kids nod and laugh.

"Caleb Edward, would you please use your inside voice?" Esme chided gently, coming in from the living room.

"Sorry, Gamma," he answered with a grin. Those dimples just killed me, and apparently Esme, too, because she rolled her eyes, kissing the side of his messy bed head.

Glancing up at Edward, I muttered, "You're enjoying this way too much."

His grin was wide and sexy as he shrugged a shoulder. "If he can survive this line of questioning, then he can survive any-fucking-thing," he whispered in my ear.

"That's probably true," I said with a nod, sipping the coffee as the kids picked back up with questions about what he did in the Marines. "You going for a run?"

"Yeah, I'd better get one in today, because tomorrow, Mickey and Jasper will get here with the equipment. I'll take the dogs with me," he said, pointing to the stove, silently offering me breakfast, and I nodded.

Edward made me a plate and followed me to the dining room table, leaving poor Dean to negotiate his captivity alone, not that he wasn't wearing a smile with the whole scenario.

I took a bite of cheesy eggs, smiling his way. "Yummy as always, baby."

My husband grinned crookedly with a dash of cocky thrown in. "Good. Anything we need to do before we get to work tomorrow?"

"No, I don't think so. Your dad and Esme are taking the kids to lunch and the movies today, so unless you need to get any supplies or whatever, our schedule is clear," I told him, slowly smiling at the most unbelievably sexy look of surprise on his face.

"We'll have the apartment to ourselves?" he asked in a whisper, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip.

"Maybe. Not like there aren't a million hiding places in this building, Edward Cullen. You forget I grew up here."

He stood up, pointing a finger my way while raising a deadly eyebrow up. "Oh, we may be testing that knowledge, sweetness."

"Go run that out of your system, you shameless thing," I said with a laugh, leaning in to the kiss he pressed to my forehead. "Love you. Be safe."

"Love you, too," he replied instantly, turning toward the living room. "Lock and Load, front and center." The jingle of collars and the tapping of nails on tile met my ears, and the two fluffy Huskies came to sit in front of Edward, who clipped the leashes on.

The dogs were an interesting addition to the family. Off leash and inside the house, they were hairy siblings to Bethy and Sammy. Lock, who had a gray wolf look to him, was all about my daughter and had been since we'd bottle fed them. Load was the larger of the two, and even though he looked more menacing with his dark features, he was the mellow one, and he loved my son.

However, on the leash, those two dogs turned into working members of the crew, with training in security, search and rescue, and protection. On leash with Edward, and they were machines. I used to tease Edward that they saw him as the Alpha, and he'd laugh, but it was sort of true. They were with him more than anyone because they were wherever he was when the kids were in school.

Edward checked the door, which was behind the bookcase of Carlisle's office. There was a video feed positioned just right so had anyone been inside that executive office, Edward wouldn't have gone out. Dean had found the whole thing brilliant when we'd first shown him.

Once the bookcase door was closed behind my husband, I smirked over at the kitchen counter as the kids had moved on from asking Dean about his life to telling him stories about their parents and Gravity.

When Sammy's drone hovered in front of me, I stuck out my tongue and crossed my eyes just to hear that soft, sweet giggle followed by, "Mom!" His adorable crooked grin made me chuckle when he held up the picture of my silly face on the smart phone that controlled his drone.

"Uncle Edward saved us," Abby said softly, which caught my attention. My brow furrowed when I realized she was talking about when she and Bethy had been taken almost seven years prior.

"Guys, that's enough. I honestly don't pay him enough to cover this much aggravation," I teased them, and Bethy laughed.

"Ask for a raise, Mr. Dean," she told him before running off into the living room, taking the rest of them with her.

Dean was still chuckling when he refilled his coffee cup and took a seat at the table with me. Esme joined us.

"I didn't think Abby remembered the kidnapping," I said to my mother-in-law.

"They both do, but it's been so long ago that it's a faded memory," she replied. "Kind of like the chicken pox. Most kids don't remember it because they're too young, though they carry the scars or hear enough about it to put some pieces together."

I nodded, looking to Dean, whose expression of curiosity was all over his face. "I had an old case come back for revenge. She kidnapped Bethy and Abby in trade for me and money." I went on to explain how we'd made the trade, set the girls free right into Edward's awaiting arms, and then took down an anti-establishment group – the DOA.

"GPS chips?" he asked, looking shocked or impressed. I couldn't quite tell.

"Yeah, we've gotten pretty good with those over the years – trial and error," I muttered, taking a sip of coffee. "Come to think of it, we're all still chipped." I nodded. "It helps Alice when we're all over the place or somewhere that we're blind, so she can guide us via satellite or whatever." I rubbed my leg where my largest scar resided, but underneath the hard, twisted skin was a GPS chip about the size of a grain of rice.

"It's an interesting combination of people you've got working for you," he pointed out with a grin.

Esme chuckled. "It wasn't always that way." She shot me a wink but turned to Dean. "Some of them used to work for my husband. Edward, Alec, Jasper, Mickey, and Emmett were all mercenaries at one point. Bella and the girls started Gravity Investigations, but there was a time when some things went awry, and Carlisle used his own crew to help out."

"She states that so diplomatically," I said through a laugh. "My dad, who started Twi Tech, got himself mixed up with some not-so-legal people. They took me. And it was Carlisle and Edward who came to get me. We had to go into hiding to stay safe, so we all ended up working together. We've been together ever since, and that's been eleven years ago – give or take."

"That's a lot of history," he noted softly.

"Yeah." The word came out slow and breathy, sounding a whole lot like Sammy, which made me grin at Esme's chuckle. I met Dean's gaze. "There's not much to do today, so if you want to take the day off, you can. I have a feeling this schedule coming up will be pretty damn busy. Might as well take the time when you can."

He shrugged a shoulder, smiling a little down at his coffee cup. "The most I'd do is call my son. Otherwise, I'm okay."

Tilting my head at him, I asked, "When's the next time you get to see him?"

"Later in the summer. Now that school's out, I could go whenever I wanted, but I needed this job. Miranda and I don't really have a set schedule. We do the best we can, considering," he explained, shrugging a shoulder again.

"Sounds amicable," Esme mused, and he nodded. "That's good. Not all divorced couples are so compliant with one another."

Grinning, I pointed her way. "Watch out, Dean. Esme will shrink your head before you even know she's doing it." I laughed and ducked when Esme threw a wadded-up napkin at me.

"It's okay. But you're right; Miranda and I are still good friends, and we work at it, because Marcus is more important than whether or not we could stay married."

Dean's voice sounded sad, a little lost, and I got the impression that the man wasn't quite over his ex-wife. Above all of that, though, the love he had for his son was crystal clear.

Carlisle stepped into the kitchen, making himself a plate and a cup of coffee. "I see my son has been raiding my kitchen again."

Laughing, I nodded. "Not that you'd complain, huh?"

"Never." He sipped his coffee, giving me a wink. "Best thing that ever happened was Edward learning to cook in his teens."

Chuckling, I shook my head. "You two, I swear."

"Are you going to the movies with us today?" he asked me.

"No, you're on your own with that. Try not to pack my kids full of candy, okay? Otherwise, it's your funeral," I warned him, raising an eyebrow his way, but he laughed shamelessly, reminding me of his son. "I am, however, taking over your office for a little bit. Alice wanted me to install IGOR onto your computer, so I have to sync up to your PC so she can do her thing." I jerked a thumb behind me, indicating his office behind the bookcase door.

"My office is your office, sweetheart."

Nodding, I picked up my empty plate and took it to the kitchen, refilling my coffee before picking up my laptop bag. Once I was set up at Carlisle's desk, I called Alice from his speaker phone. She didn't even bother saying hello.

"This Korean culture is gonna be interesting to work with," she blurted out. "It's a patriarchy, so this guy we're guarding is going to be the end all, be all of final answers. Did you know?"

Chuckling, I shook my head. "No, but I'm sure I'll be well-versed in all the things before we meet this guy. Anything else I should know?"

"Arranged marriages."

"No."

"Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted. "And don't be surprised if this daughter he's bringing with him doesn't say shit."

Wrinkling my nose, I continued to hook up the laptop. "Okay, but I thought they were from Seoul, which was supposed to be more… I dunno. More westernized."

"They are. It is. But they'll observe some of their old traditions. Carlisle probably knows most of this shit. Five bucks says gifts are exchanged between the two. And no one opens them in front of the giver."

Leave it to Alice to sort out some of the issues we might run into while on this case. It was stuff I honestly wouldn't have thought to research, but this was why she was so damned good at her job.

I turned on my laptop, saying, "Okay, you're connected. Do your thing."

Immediately, she was shadowing my computer, which gave her access to Carlisle's. Files started to transfer, and she kept spouting off Korean facts. Some were strange, some were interesting. Of course, first on her list was technology, where Samsung was one of the largest and most successful corporations in South Korea, but the fact that Seoul had the fastest WiFi on earth had me grinning at her excitement.

She gave me helpful facts, like giving and receiving something from or shaking hands with a Korean required both hands as a sign of respect, holding someone's gaze too long could be seen as aggression, and they didn't like to deny anyone, so yes or no questions were to be avoided. However, Alice loved her quirky facts too, so I discovered McDonald's delivered in Seoul, that most residents of the city had sleep deprivation, only sleeping an average of six hours a night, and the number four is considered bad luck, equaling death.

"Don't think women are completely submissive though, because they're considered the more independent between the two genders. So… Men are clingier to home and still run the show. Tsk," she scoffed over the phone. "That's kinda messed up. Women are supposed to be submissive in social situations, but constitutionally they're equal."

I laughed because I could practically hear her eyes rolling. "Wonder how they'll feel about two women as their security. Mickey will have to watch that opinionated Italian thing she does."

"And the fact that you're the boss?" Alice cracked the fuck up. "Hoo-boy, I pity the first person who disrespects your title. Perhaps the first rule is just to shut the hell up and pretend to be a piece of the background."

Laughing, I glanced up when the office door opened. Edward stepped in with Lock and Load, smiling my way when he saw me behind the desk.

"Hey, baby. How was your run?" I asked, kissing his lips when he walked to me.

"Fine."

"Hey, Edward!" Alice called over the phone.

"Pixie. I see you're taking over Twi Tech. Nice." His grin was patience and amusement combined, but it usually was with her. Something about Alice had always softened Edward just a little, going all the way back to trying to locate me when Miller had taken me.

"Pfft, not like I haven't before," she countered. "Listen, there was another shooting last night. This time, Stateside. Umm, Chicago. It looks like one of the others, but I'll look into it."

"Okay, let me know."

"Yup, yup, yup. Okay, IGOR is all yours should you need him there," she said, and on the screen, she removed herself from the control. "Just open the icon, and he's all yours to command everywhere."

"Thanks, Alice," I muttered, doing just what she'd instructed.

"I'm off. Jasper and Mickey are loading up as we speak, so you should see them by lunchtime tomorrow."

"Ten-four, Alice," Edward replied, leaning against the desk beside me.

Alice hung up, and I removed my laptop from Carlisle's computer, packing it back away in its bag.

"So… Wanna show me some of those hiding spots, sweetness?" Edward crooned, leaning closer to me to press a kiss to the middle of my forehead. He smiled against my skin when I laughed softly. "Like hide and seek for adults."

I laughed hard at that, but glancing up at him, I shook my head. "Let's see what trouble we can get into once the parents take the kids, huh?"

"Yes, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout," he said seductively, pulling me up so I was leaning into him. "Trouble can be…fun."

~oOo~

EDWARD

Twi Tech's conference room on the fifteenth floor was very similar to my dad's office – leather chairs, dark woods, a giant window with a view overlooking Seattle. The table was long and oval, and the people sitting in the chairs were heads of different departments.

Cho Jin-Sang was being wooed by every fucking last one of them, my dad and Jacob Black included. His two assistants/security were on either side of him at the table. We were three days into this protection job, and Cho was a decent enough guy. He was quiet, really, as was his daughter, Seong. Both liked their American foods, which was the next thing on the agenda – lunch at some sort of fancy place around the corner. Neither one required a whole lot of fuss or attention, so following them around all day wasn't exactly a big deal or hard work, maybe a little boring, even.

Load shifted on his feet next to my leg, but he stayed seated, watching the humans around the table as if he couldn't quite understand it all. Tables usually involved food. I rubbed the top of his head, checking his security vest to make sure it wasn't too tight. Those were new, a gift from my dad a few years ago from one of his plentiful departments. They were kind of badass – black, lightweight, and bullet/knife proof, with "Security" embroidered in bright yellow along either side of his ribs, which matched the print on the back of our shirts. Lock had one just like it as he glanced up to Bella before settling down at her feet.

Bella and Mickey were stationed on either side of the window, while Dean and I stood guard at the double doors of the conference room. The uniform my dad had requested was intimidating yet functional – black cargo pants, black boots, long-sleeved black T-shirt, and he'd wanted us visibly armed, so we all wore thigh or shoulder harnesses…or both. Jasper, Emmett, and Alec were on duty the next day, so they were currently chilled out at Mickey's apartment right around the corner. The girls were there for Seong, while Dean and I were appointed to her father, though he rarely left her by herself.

My eyes drifted across the room to the girl in question. Seong was young and beautiful. Her traditions required her to be quiet and demure while in public or in meetings, which I thought was bullshit, but what the fuck did I know? I was surrounded by and worked with some of the sharpest female minds I knew. I shifted my eyes across the room to Bella and Mickey again, and I mentally shook my head. Quiet and demure was not feasible; I needed them to vocalize their thoughts and ideas and instincts, or this shit we did for a living would never fucking work.

While holding Load's leash, I clasped my hands in front of me, my stance wide. The meeting at the table went on, touching on products, shipping, prices, and availability. Cho was interested in GPS chips above anything else. The same chip that currently resided just beneath my skin on my hip. We rarely used them, but if needed, they were there.

The people at the table were in several different conversations. A few who weren't involved let their eyes wander. I held my face passive as a few suits let their eyes linger on Mickey and Bella, Jacob Black included. And when he was busted by me, his face reddened and he went back to the laptop in front of him. A few women in the room did the same thing in my direction, but I ignored it, opting to let my own eyes wander to the beautiful woman across the room.

I fought my smile at the memory of Bella and me running all over this damned building just five days ago. We'd ended up in this very conference room, which made me smirk a little. I wondered if Jake would be staring at my wife had he known exactly what had gone on in this room just days prior. It was neither a secret that I didn't like the guy nor that he was afraid of me. He was equally fearful of Bella, because he was well aware of what she was capable of when it came down to her temper, her sense of revenge, and her ability to verbally tear him a new asshole. He'd found all that out when he cheated on her, which was before I'd found her in Miller's basement. He found out even more after Miller when my girl pressed that nine mil of hers into the middle of his chest one night at a safe house.

That shit made me almost smile to myself, because I knew if he ever tried her, she'd tear him the fuck up.

The meeting was just about to an end when Rose's voice came over our earpieces.

"Edward…Bella…"

I met Bella's gaze across the room, reaching for my ear. "Go ahead, Rose."

"Edward, we… Alice has stumbled onto some shit. I wasn't sure if it was important, but she's about to wear poor IGOR out," she replied over the radio.

"Can it wait a few minutes?" I asked, eyeing the table that was essentially breaking for lunch. "I'll be going downstairs with the dogs before we head to the next appointment."

"Right. Lunch at Emilio's. I think one thing can wait. The other… No," she stated. "The flagged member of Cho's security…Chung Sun-Woo?"

Bella met my eyes again, her brow furrowing, but I answered Rose. "The one we'd denied access. I'm aware. What's up?"

"So Alice has been working with Eleazar over a few things with this case. She didn't think it was major at first, but apparently we'd tried to make a good call," she said carefully.

"What do you mean tried?" I asked, stopping my father before the doors to the conference room were opened.

"There was a reason Chung Sun-Woo had a spotty background. He's not Chung Sun-Woo. His real name is Kim Min-Jun. Edward, he's on the Homeland Security watch list. He's North Korean and an outspoken member of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea…meaning he's behind several attacks in South Korea and China."

"And?" I urged her.

"Well, the problem is someone using the identification of Chung Sun-Woo landed at Sea-Tac this morning. Eleazar and Felix are investigating as we speak."

"Copy that," I told her, leaning to my father's ear and explaining quickly and quietly what I'd just heard.

My dad's face darkened. "How?" he asked, and the girls heard him.

"Facial recognition took forty forevers on this guy," Alice finally came on the line. "He's rarely been seen, but he's got a huge following…or maybe he's got military at his command, but either way, he's here."

Dean stepped forward. "I think going out in public is a bad idea. We should cancel lunch. This guy will know the schedule." He turned to me. "Listen, if we told him not to come, and he came anyway, then he's either after Cho or Carlisle. And if he's using an alias, then he's been hiding in South Korea for a reason." He lowered his voice even more. "You might wanna ask Cho himself if he knew. But the restaurant? I'd say no go."

"I agree," I stated. "Take lunch here. In fact, sweetness, get everyone to Dad's office. Let the employees go back to their departments." I reached for Lock's leash from Bella. "I'll take these guys downstairs and stop by security to let them know to keep a watch out."

My dad didn't even question me. He simply nodded, turning to Cho. "I'm afraid due to some security issues, we'll be taking our lunch in my office." His tone left no room for argument. "The rest of you can go back to work. Jake, Jin-Sang, Seong… If you'll follow me…" He gestured to the doors, and Dean and I opened them back out into the main hallway.

At the elevators, I turned to Bella, kissing her lips. "I'll be back up in a few minutes. I want to stop by security with this guy's photo and get these two outside." I pointed to Lock and Load, who seemed to be picking up on a change in the room, because they looked puffed up and alert.

"Ten-four," she said with a nod. "Alice, get a message to Esme to stay exactly where she is and not to go anywhere."

The message was cryptic to anyone outside the crew, but the rest of us knew that Esme had all the kids inside the penthouse.

"Already done, Bellsy," Alice stated. "Edward, when you're out of the elevator, talk to me."

"Copy that," I said, pulling Lock and Load into one elevator going down, and the rest got into the one heading upstairs to Dad's office.

I stepped out into the lobby, almost running smack into my daughter. "Bethy, what the hell?!"

All the kids froze in fear, Sammy's eyes wide. "We…We were just… Mom showed us a few secret places," he sputtered, toying with the drone in his hands.

I snorted, shaking my head. "Asses upstairs…the way you came! Go. Now. And once you're back into the penthouse, do not leave. I mean it. And make sure you don't go through Poppy's office. Promise me."

"Promise," Caleb, Sammy, and Abby muttered, but Bethy was no fool.

"What's wrong? What happened?" she asked, ignoring everyone pulling on her.

I cupped her face. "Please just listen. Sneak back up the way you came down. I need you in that penthouse pronto, and don't make noise. You need to stay there."

Something about my voice had to have tipped her off, and my stubborn, brave girl folded her arms across her chest. "I'm not leaving you. Something's wrong, Daddy."

"I love you, little sweetness, but you have to trust me. I'm okay. I need you out of this lobby. Your mother and I are working, and it's not a place for you guys. Go. Please."

I pointed to the elevators, and she hesitated for a moment before finally conceding with a nod. The kids, however, didn't take the main elevators. Instead, they headed toward the stairwell, which meant they'd used the service elevators, not to mention a few passageways that weren't exactly public knowledge. I'd been shown those very paths by Bella, too.

The opposite end of the atrium was the main security desk and office. I smiled at the kid behind the desk, and he waved me through. My dad had revamped the security situation ages ago. The old man, Frank Watson, who was once head of security, had since retired. Most of the men and women down here were well trained, well paid, and smart. The kid who'd been responsible for taking our pictures the first time we'd all set foot inside Twi Tech Tower, Darren Lansing, was no longer a kid, and he'd earned head of security with hard work and a good head on his shoulders.

"Edward, what's up?" Darren asked, stepping out of his office to shake my hand and ruffle the dogs' heads.

I pulled out my phone, showing him the picture of Chung Sun-Woo…or Kim Min-Jun, telling him the issue. His face darkened, but he nodded before showing his people the picture.

"Got it. We'll tighten up on the entryway now. Saunders, Cooley, and Johnson…start checking IDs from this point on until the end of shift," he directed, and the two men and one woman immediately went into action. "We've got a few visitors set up to come in today and a few seminars running in the auditorium, but nothing out of the ordinary."

"I'm gonna step outside for these guys, but I'll be back in immediately."

"No problem," Darren replied, slapping my shoulder as he followed me out into the main part of the lobby.

The guard he'd called Saunders held the door for me, telling me to come back to that one when I was done. I guided the dogs down the steps to the sidewalk. We were lucky that there was a park right across the street from Twi Tech, which was my aim. Lock and Load were pretty damned good about getting their business done quickly without much coaxing.

"Alice, come in," I stated as soon as I was beneath the trees and on the grass.

"Edward, I checked out that shooting in Chicago. And it's exactly how the others went down. Inside, outside, air or sniper coverage. It's definitely military. I've sent it to Bella's phone as well as yours. This was one of the cell phone store fronts that Twi Tech owns. The main office is there in Chicago, or one of them anyway. If you watch it, you'll see something interesting."

I pulled my phone out, stopping when Load decided to mark every fucking tree. The video was exactly like the others Alice had flagged a week ago. She'd once again hacked into someone's security feed, splicing everything together to show as many sides of the event as she could. The building wasn't big, and it seemed to be in the heart of the city. A large tour bus pulled up to the front of the main doors at the same time a large explosion caused the glass windows and doors to shatter into oblivion. Several men and women with covered faces rushed out of the bus and into the building, armed to the fucking teeth. It was then that I finally saw something clearer than any other video she'd sent me.

"Oh my fucking God," I muttered, pausing the video on one of the armed men. "That's a Type 58 assault rifle."

Alice was quicker than my explanation could've ever been. "Type 58, 58, 58…" she chanted. "After the Korean War, North Korea aligned with the Soviet Union… Mainly produced out of North Korea, used in Vietnam, Iraq…" She paused and then typed some more. "Edward, if those are North Korean guns, and we've got this guy here…"

"Exactly. Get Emmett, Jasper, and Alec geared up and at the ready. We may need to reconfigure this shit. Either this Cho guy is hiding something or he's in danger. Either way, we need all hands on deck."

"Got it, got it, got it."

"Edward," Bella's voice came over the radio as I crossed the street, heading to the front doors where a line had formed for a large group to get in. "It's not Cho. Your dad just told him about Chung…er Kim. He's… Well, he's fucking scared and pissed."

"Roger that, sweetness. I'm on my way ba—"

As I reached for the door to let the dogs back in, Load let out a deep, low growl, which caused Lock to do the same. Before I could assess what had them in an uproar, heat, fire, and glass pushed me so hard I crumbled to the concrete two fights down. The sound of rushing footsteps and yelling was the last thing I saw before everything went black.

~o~H&E~o~

A/N… Still buckled in? Good. This is why there was such a calm before this storm. I've driven my pre-readers to meds and alcohol – probably mixed together. If they could get their hands on me, they'd shake the shit out of me just to make the words come faster. LOL

So a few things need to be defined (or memories need refreshed). A few definitions for you guys:

IGOR: Information and Graphics Operating Remotely

Taking our six: Being the tail end of a line of people. Watching our backs.

RPG: Rocket-propelled grenade

Seong: pronounced Song… I picked that spelling simply because it was pretty and different.

NVG: Night Vision Goggles (in case this comes up in the future)

Mass Shootings Tracker: That's the website - org - I was using…apparently it disappeared from my notes on the last chapter.

Guys, I will warn you… This is rated M for all the reasons. Every reason. So from this point on, keep in mind that Edward was and always will be a mercenary, along with the rest of them. And this is a huge undertaking as far as my writing is concerned. LOL So…like I said before: hang on, buckle up, and check your airbags. ;)

Okay, see you next week for teasers on Thu or Fri and the update on Sunday. For all my American peeps: Have a Happy Thanksgiving. Until next time… Mooches, Deb ;)