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A/N: I admit, I love Brendan Fraser and almost screamed when I saw his cameo. Not much is known about his character except that Brendan said it's not one of the regulars, even though he looks like Flint to me. I've seen his name as Sgt Stone on IMDB, so I'm running with it.

Thanks to Betherdy Babe for beta.

Sixteen years later-The new Pit

"You need to take a vacation, Master Gunny," Hawk stated with finality to the Marine standing before him. "Take some of your Corp buddies with you: Blast-off, Clutch and Rock-n-Roll are in need of some R&R as well."

"You might as well send me to COBRA headquarters, sir," Rick, also known as Sergeant Stone, said rolling his eyes. "Going out with those three is cruel and unusual punishment, even for you to hand out, sir. If Jeff's taste in food, Lance's taste in woman or Craig's music don't get us killed, I'll kill them all just for fun."

"Just don't get caught," the General smiled at the soldier standing before him. Watching Rick McKay mature into the outstanding instructor who stood before him was something he was proud of. The young man was already a skilled soldier, competent in weapons, military strategy and martial arts when Hawk met him ten years ago. After a lot of prodding and begging by the General, which included several motorcycles, he got Rick to leave the Alpha team and take over the duty of drill instructor for the new recruits. The Master Gunny ran them through his rigorous training program and tossed out a lot more than he accepted. And lately, he was tossing many more. Seems like the president has asked his allies for the mediocre and not the best of the best any longer.

"Sir, are you serious about the vacation?" the Master Gunnery Sergeant said in a defeated voice.

"Yes, Master Gunny, I am," Hawk said looking into the intense blue eyes of one of his most loyal men. "You can grab your bike and open her up somewhere besides the hanger deck."

"Sir…" A guilty look flashed momentarily over Rick's face causing Hawk to laugh.

"I know all about your late night excursions when you think you got the cameras turned off," the General laughed as his number one drill instructor raised an eyebrow. "Still can't fool the old man, so hit the road. And I mean it about taking some others with you."

"Yes, sir." Master Gunny stood at attention awaiting dismissal.

"Dismissed," Hawk said brushing him off with a wave of the hand. Formality was not common among the Joes, but Master Gunny was too much of a career Marine to be anything less than respectful with his CO. Clay realized his drill instructor should probably report to someone else, but the initiation of new Joes was so important that it should not be delegated. He needed assessments by someone he trusted implicitly, to be unbiased and direct. Master Gunnery Sergeant Rick McKay is thorough and direct. He called Duke and Ripcord right, even though the others had doubts.

A sound from the General's computer drew his attention away from the doorway where the Marine had left. Opening the message, a grin spread over his face. An update about Katie.

Over the last sixteen years, General Flagg kept his promise with updates about Katelyn's life flowing to Hawk with great frequency. At first, he tried to ignore them and made it three days once before he caved in and opened it. A part of him thought it would be better to let go and move on, but the man who wanted nothing more than a family to love after his harsh upbringing could not let go. He and Clare had a little girl, who was now a grown woman, and he had to know who she was, even if he and his wife did not raise her.

This email was a photocopy of the commencement program from MIT and a picture of Doctor Katelyn Marie Callahan receiving her hood for her doctoral work in chemistry. Just as beautiful and smart as her mother. Looking at the radiant smile on his daughter's face sent the lonely man back in his mind to another time when his daughter and wife lived to spend time with him. Snap out of it, Clay, that life is over. Taking one last look at the petite blond who was shaking the Dean's hand, he slammed his laptop shut and got up to head to the gym. A couple rounds in the boxing ring with someone half my age should help me sleep.

Katelyn Callahan leaned back against the headrest and closed her eyes. I can't believe they hit me. She turned her neck, knowing from experience at having been rear-ended before that it would hurt in a day or two, and checked for any other damage. The impact was not at high speed, so her airbag did not deploy and her seatbelt kept her from hitting her head on anything, so everything seemed fine.

"Miss, are you okay? I'm so, so sorry," a man in a business suit said as he tapped on her driver's side window.

Kate nodded as she reached to open the glove compartment to get her paperwork. Years of watching police shows and her own job, which she started last week at the police crime lab, told her that getting out of a vehicle on a dark, rainy night was a bad idea, but the guy just hit her and she had to exchange information. Besides, Lincoln is a wealthy community and no one gets carjacked out here.

Opening the door, she stepped out onto the wet pavement to be met by the nervous chatter of the man who hit her. "Are you okay? I'm not sure if you should be getting out. There's not much damage. I'm really sorry. I was playing with the satellite radio and didn't see you stop."

"There was a dog in the road, but it ran off. I'm sorry I stopped so fast, but I didn't see a car behind me," Kate said as she walked to the back of her Toyota Prius. Can't be much damage.

"I didn't see any animal, but I was going kinda fast. Oh, I hope we don't need to call the cops, my insurance is going up anyways and my mother is going to kill me."

Kate chuckled as she looked at the tall man standing by her side. In the dark, she could not see his features well, but he had a mustache and dark hair. His hands were flailing about and he constantly smoothed his short hair in the drizzle that fell on the warm summer evening.

"Is this your mother's car?" She looked at the vehicle that hit her and suddenly realized it was a minivan. Yup, probably his mom's. He doesn't really look that young, but he must be one of those guys who still lives at home.

"Yes, it's the van she drives my nieces and nephews around in, but thankfully, it doesn't look like much damage. How about yours?" he asked with a great deal of concern and fear in his voice.

Kate leaned over her rear bumper and noticed plastic missing from the case over the rear light, but that was all. "Not too bad. Looks like just a quick exchange of paperwork and we can both get home before it's too late."

"I don't think so Miss Callahan," the man said in a different voice, one full of confidence.

A chill ran down Kate's spine because she did not remember exchanging names. Noticing that the man seemed to be pulling something from his jacket pocket, she stepped forward and her shoe sunk into the dirt on the shoulder of the road. This can't be happening. She stepped again and tried to get behind her car, putting it between her and the man with the weapon, or whatever he was holding, but the mud slowed her down.

"Don't struggle and you won't get hurt," he said as his hand closed on her shoulder and yanked her back.

She lost her balance in the slippery mud and fell onto the pavement to land hard on her backside. The man now towered over her and leaned down to press a metal object to her neck. Oh God, he's going to kill me. A jolt like when she once touched an electrical plug went through her and she knew nothing after that.

TBC