Prompt 12, Coffee
"More coffee, Mr. Tracy?"
Jeff automatically held his cup out to Kyrano. It was a ritual now. When the boys were on a rescue, the retainer brought fresh coffee to the lounge, and Jeff would drink cup after cup, using it as a crutch to stay awake, to stay alert until the rescue ended.
He sipped the bitter brew absently, and only put the cup down when Scott's portrait flashed to life. "We've wrapped things up here, Father. Stand down at 1520 hours, local time."
"F-A-B, Scott." He turned to Kyrano. "No more coffee now. The boys are coming home."