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"So what? You just walked out?" Sam questioned incredulously. He opened the fridge and surveyed the choices. Their was really not much around in terms of edible substances. The contense of the fridge was chiefly made up of blueberry yogurt and beer. The question of how Michael and Fiona got nutrition was a question that belonged in the same category as how they did laundry. Unanswerable.
Sam settled on a beer and turned back to the group. Michael had called him and Jesse as soon as they had left the firing range for a planning meeting.
Michael rolled his eyes. "What else was I supposed to do Sam? I didn't have any confirmation that the guy was a fed, and we were in a public place."
"In my experience if something seems suspicious it's best to shoot it just in case," Fiona said with a shrug. "It's always possible to apologize later if it turns out the thing was harmless."
"And that would leave me in the same position with twice the heat from the government and a really pissed of fed to deal with."
"He wouldn't be around to be pissed if you did the shooting correctly." Fiona pointed out.
"No Fi." Michael told her sternly.
"This is great and all but now we gotta figure out what to do about all the feds swarming town." Jesse said, taking another bite of his yogurt. "I mean, I'm up for an all out Fed Smash Fest, but that doesn't change the fact the government will keep operatives swarming all over this town like ants at a picnic."
Sam nodded, recognizing the wisdom of Jesse's words, "What do you want to do Mike?" that was always his question. Sam had all the skills of destruction that Michael or Fiona did, he just didn't have the head to do the planning. Jesse was skilled as an operative, but when it came down to it he was just to likely to act on impulses to make really effective operation plans. Or follow them for that matter.
Michael took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He let his mind work out all the angles, seeing the lines and connections in his head like a road map. He isolated all the details and how best to tackle them.
His eyes snapped open. "Sam, I want you to get in touch with your contacts at the FBI. FInd out who they've sent, and details about them. After that we can work out how to get them to back off."
Sam nodded. "You got it brother. I've got a buddy who's the head of the Major Crimes unit in D.C. Great guy, he used to be a sniper for the Rangers back in the day. Damn good sniper. Won all sorts of awards. Longest shot. Most kills. Whole nine yards."
"Good. Get on that." Michael turned to Jesse. "Jesse, you start stocking up. Get all our safe houses stocked with food and weapons. Do whatever you need to do to make sure that security is tight. I don't want any nasty surprises if we wind up having to go under ground."
"No problem. We talking big like assault rifles or small like gloc's?"
"Whatever we've got. The whole nine yards." Jesse nodded and left to get ready.
Michael then turned to Fiona, "Fi my mother invited us to dinner at her house tonight-"
"Already done Michael. I'll go make a salad so we don't arrive at Madeline's empty handed."
Sam opened his mouth to ask where exactly Fiona planned on finding vegetables to make a salad with, but changed his mind. "So while Jesse and I are out taking care of the hard part you and Fi are going to dinner with the folks? I don't mean to sound whiny but that doesn't seem fair."
"We need to make sure my moms house is locked down and secure. Besides, I think a home made dinner from my mother is at least as deadly as calling in a favor from an old pal." Michael told him.
Sam chuckled, "Point taken Mikey, I'll go take care of that phone call," he stepped out on to the balcony to make the call.
At that exact moment, Seeley Booth was enjoying a drink, and an extremely late lunch at the hotel bar when his cell phone rang. "Booth," he Barked.
"Hey buddy! How goes it in the land of homicide investigation?"
"Sam? Sam Axe. Is that you?" Booth asked in surprise. He rarely ever got social calls from ex-SEALS.
"You bet it brother. I just thought I would call and catch up."
Booth sighed. "You never call just to check in Sam. What's up?"
Sam sounded offended, "What I can't just call to check in with an old pal? Fine, look I've been living in Miami and I heard about a dead marine down here, and I heard some agents were coming dow from Washington to check it out. I was wondering who was coming."
Booth straightened up. "Well you're talking to him Sam, what can I do for you?"
"Nothing, I've just been going a little stir crazy sitting around. You know, tired of retirement, and I heard that the dead guy is a marine. I wanted to call and see if I could do anything to help out." Sam managed to say all of this without screaming. Having an old friend in charge of the investigation into his best friend just made everything that much more complicated.
"I don't think there is anything but I'll let you know if I need any information while I'm in town."
"Okay, Booth. Take care of your self while you're in town. Miami is tougher than it looks."
"Okay Sam. Maybe we can meet up sometime. Get a drink somewhere. Knowing you, you've got a map of all the decent bars from here to Fort Lauderdale."
"Sounds good. We'll talk soon." With that Sam hung up the phone and Booth clicked his shut.
That conversation had been strange to say the least. Just another thing to sort out later if he could. Any way, it might be useful to have a friend with connections in town.
Any way. That would hardly be the strangest conversation he would have that day.
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