Sorry, I forgot to add this to the other chapter:
I do not own any of these characters, I am simply putting them in new situations for fun and not for profit.
Chapter 2: Valid Points Please review
Michael shuffled his feet slightly as he walked up the steps to the front door. The Street behind him was quite, just like it was when he was a kid. He remembered playing out there, baseball, frisbee, catches and in the evenings a large game of manhunt with all the neighbor hood kids, that is until the bugs drove them inside.
Michael looked back. There had been some memorable days out there. Now it was just quite. Just like this home. There had been bad times, terrible times, life altering times, but there had been good times, smiles and laughter with love. It hadn't all been bad
"Michael are you just going to stand out there all night? Come in." His mother said as she opened the door to the house.
"Coming ma." Michael answered back and looking away from the street.
"What are you staring at Michael?" She asked as he walked into the room with the table set for dinner and Sam standing with his back to him as he stirred something on the stove.
"Nothing." He leaned in and kissed her cheek. "What is for dinner?" he said to change the subject and watching Sam.
Maddie placed her hand over the kiss, surprised by her son's sudden show of affection."Sam is making some sauce for the baked potatoes and I am grilling steaks." She looked at him nervously. "I have to get out there. I left them on."
Michael watched as Maddie saunters off to go to the Barbeque outside.
His life had turned a new page, and it was a good chapter for him.
"Can I help with something Sam?" Michael said entering the kitchen.
"Hey Mikey, you can help by getting the some pesto paste out of the fridge for me. I have something very special planned."
"Sounds good! Where's Fi? I thought she would be here by now."
"She was here. Maybe she is outside with Maddie."
Mike found the pesto paste for Sam before heading outside. The grill was smoking and so was his mother.
"Are they nearly done?" he asked.
"Oh yeah, just a minute. I hope you are hungry."
Mike smiled at her. "I brought my appetite." Rubbing his tummy.
Maddie smiled at him and stamped out her cigarette. "If you are looking for Fi, she is in the garage. Tell her to hurry. Dinner is about five minutes away."
"I will."
Michael walked into the dimly lit room of the garage. He could hear things be moved around before he could see her shadow.
"Fi?" he called out.
"Hello Michael, how was your day?" Fi said smiling in a white linen dress as she approached him. With the light from the open door of the garage behind her, he could nearly see through it.
"It was good." He said grabbing her around the middle and kissing her softly on the lips. "It could have been better." He said with a grin.
"Michael, are you thinking of what I am? In your mother's garage?" She kissed him back.
He kissed her neck and the top of her shoulder where the strap to the loose-fitting dress rested before cupping his hand softly across her breast. "I hope so" he whispered back as she moaned slightly. He pressed himself against her as he felt down the dress and pulled up the hem before he let his hand slide under and around her back to find the curve of her bottom.
"You really did miss me today." She said enjoying the warm tingle all over her body and kissing his neck.
"I did. I thought about your offer all day."
"That sounds delicious. Should we just skip dinner and make our apologies." She said teasing him and unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt.
"We can if you like."
"DINNER!" came the scream behind him as his mother stepped in the doorway and then backed out just as quickly as Michael removed his hands from Fi and they quickly let each other go like two school age kids.
Fi giggled and wrapped her arms around him and squeezed his buttocks. "Nice try Mr. Westen, you didn't think I was that easy, did you?"
"No, but I was hoping." He said smiling back. "Let's eat."
The four of them sat at the dinner table. Michael poured the wine while Maddie dished out the meal. Placing a large dark char colored steak on each plate.
Michael cut in first, and cut and cut. The steak was like shoe leather as he wrestled a piece away from the plate and into his mouth and attempted to chew.
"How is it?" Maddie said smiling.
"It is great ma!" Michael answered, faking the smile. It was terrible. His mother was never a good cook, but she tried.
Sam just chewed and nodded his head, before washing it down with a large gulp of beer.
"So, we have another trip planned." Michael began trying to ignore the ruined steak on his plate.
"Oh yeah, more fun in the sun. They are getting a little boring." Sam responded.
"No, I believe it is something different this time. Jesse called me earlier. We have a six o'clock flight in the morning,"
Sam nearly choked on his steak."Six?"
"A little warning would have been nice Michael." Fi said slicing the thinnest piece off her steak. I have appointments tomorrow.
"I don't have control over this one. They need this taken care of ASAP."
"What will you be doing?" his mother asked. "And I hope you will be a little more careful than your last vacation." She said sarcastically. "Your injuries and bruises from that other fiasco a few weeks ago are probably just healing now."
Michael looked at his mother. "Of course we will be care ful Ma. It should be as simple as the last five missions Jesse has put together. Good plans make for good Ops."
Michael returned to the loft and waited for Fi and Sam. He placed the thumb drive in the side of a computer and loaded the information. While he waited, he removed the equipment from the storage cabinet needed for any mission and started a yogurt that was left in the fridge.
Sam and Fi arrived at the same time and Michael could hear them talking as they came up the stairs.
"All right, where are we going this time?" Sam began.
"South America, Bolivia." Michael said pressing the play button.
"Really, I hate south America. It's hot and sticky and buggy Mike."
"And Miami isn't?" Fi responded. "Play the mission information please."
Mike just smiled.
The mission debrief was a video message from someone in Washington. The unknown man sat behind a desk and spoke.
"Jonathan Cooper or Coop for short went under cover in Bolivia three years ago. He was able to get close to the Manuela Drug Cartel because of a girl he met. One we set him up with. She is the niece of Guillermo Manuela and one of his favorites since he does not have any children of his own. We set Coop up in the coffee business and he looked legal and prosperous. Manuela has already looked him inside and out and can't find anything wrong with his operation. He does sell coffee. Small amounts of special blends to specialty shops thanks to our department he looks like a coffee genius.".
"Nine months ago Coop married the girl and got even closer in the cartel. Manuela went all out for their wedding and has moved into Coops business. Exactly what we wanted. Now when he ships coffee, he ships Manuela's biggest crop, cocaine. We do regular checks on his stuff and monitor what is coming in and where it goes. Once the buy is made, we track it and bust some of it several layers down. Obviously we can't bust all of them. We need it to look legit. Manuela has been slowly increasing the amount he has been shipping through his company. Ten days ago we got news of a huge shipment leaving Bolivia for the US but our man disappeared three days ago. He has missed two check-ins and we need him back. He has enough information to put most of the cartel behind bars, and the operations here in the US. He is vital."
"We think he may be here in this region if he is still alive." A map appeared on the screen
and pictures as the man spoke in the back ground.
This picture is Jonathan Cooper, this one his wife Adrianna with her uncle Manuela. These pictures and your ID's will be sent to your phone 10 minutes before wheels up. New information will be on the airplane.
"Your cover will be one Miss Glennanne is familiar with. Gun running. We have set up a meeting with someone in the cartel for new weapons. A small case of these new Jungle rifles will be loaded on your plane. Good luck."
Michael looked at Fi to see her reaction. She was calmer than anticipated.
"Well, you two are just contractors, are you in?"
"I hate cartels, you know they come after you if you piss them off, and this is going to piss them off." Sam answered as he walked to the fridge for a beer.
"Sam is right, cartels are not the people you screw with. Jonathan is probably already dead. Why get involved? Why not just see if he is alive and get out clean?"
Mike thought for a moment. They had valid points. He dug into his yogurt and sighed loudly "I don't have the luxury of choice. I have to go. This is my job."
Sam looked at Fi. The other missions had been fine, so they never had a problem with them and this did not come up before. They had been contractors and thus always had a choice, now it was different. They could back out, but Mike could not.
"I'm in." Sam said just before Fi did.