Once Buck had the kids settled back home after she had taken a longer route to get home, making sure she wasn't tailed she checked in on the kids, locked the doors, and gave the streets a careful look to ensure nothing was out of place and satisfied all was calm for now. She moved to her and Eddie's room

Once there, Buck moved to her dresser and with a look at her left hand removed the silver 2 piece wedding band she had hoped never to remove again yet, here she was making the switch. She carefully placed the rings in the tray on her dresser. Before opening a box she kept in a drawer below. She took a moment to stare at twelve years of memories. Both good and bad before she picked up the black silicone band she wore the majority of her time she was married to Eddie and on deployment. Putting the band back on, she closed the small box.

Signing, She moved to the closet and dug through all the clothing to pull out a chest she kept.
'Ghost of the past', she mattered as she opened the chest she was met with her BDUs and kitbag. Four years packed away wasn't nearly long enough to her liking.

She pulled out the kitbag closed the chest and moved it back in place.
Once done, she took the bag and moved to the lounge to keep an eye on the door, kitchen, and hallway to the kid's room.

Opening the bag she pulled out a SATPHONE, a pancake holster, and two ankle holsters. With those she took out 2 her service weapon, a SIG SAUER P226, and her backup piece, a KelTec PF 9 which she would put in her ankle she cleaned the guns. She also pulled out her sheathed K-Bar knife and her SRK that she would place on her ankle holster with her KelTec…

' Good thing she never stopped wearing cargo pants' she thought.

Once armed, she pulled out her SATPHONE and dialed a long-since memorized number.

After a series of rings the tone of the call made four clicks and an operator picked up the line

"This is UpLink. How may I assist you're call?" A cheery voice chirped and Buck could only roll her eyes.

"Hi, this is Evelyn Diaz. I seem to be having some sort of problem on my phone. There is a bit of static on my calls. And sometimes it sounds like there is some echoing on it."

Buck said in a falsely innocent tone.

"Oh, my, please hold while I transfer you to our technical division Mrs. Diaz." the chirpy operator said with a smile clearly heard in her voice.

"Thank you," Buck said as she heard the device clicking then the ring of the call going through to technical.

"UpLink Technical division, Sam, speaking."

"Hi Sam, it's Evalynn Diaz. I seem to be having a lot of static and echoes on my line when I take calls.

"Of course. Please give me your number?"

"213-505-84737." there was a moment of silence but for the tapping of keys on the keyboard.

"OK, I see you have an LA area code, please let me check the line."

Alright, your problem was on the lines, ma'am. I managed to sort it out for now but you might have to consider upgrading to a newer model on your current line Mrs. Diaz. This was only a short-term solution for now. Anything else, ma'am?"

"No. That's all thank you. Sam, you were a lifesaver! I don't know how I would explain this to my technically challenged and frugal husband at all!" Buck laughed softly.
"Husband not a fan of technological advancements, huh?" Sam snorted out a laugh at Buck's very indignant snort at his response

"Well, it was only a pleasure. Ma'am, please do stay on the line and rate your experience with us."

The tone clicked over to the annoying tone of an automated recording. Buck pressed one when prompted and was met with dead air for a beat of a second before a cold voice laced with irritation spoke.

"Viper? Shouldn't you be retired and raising babies?"

"Gee Frank, don't sound so happy to hear from me."

Buck broke off with a grin when she was met with a grunt before she continued.

"Was actually doing and being all that. Until about 2 hours ago. Somebody is stirring the pot Frank, and causing problems. A friend of mine is a Sgt with LAPD patrol. Homicide got a body this morning. Caucasian, male 6'0 200 pounds approx. Face beaten to a pulp. The guy was a SEAL, tat on his arm confirmed it. He has a photo of our team tacked to his body- and a message for me 'Viper will die' was written in his blood. Someone is baying for blood. Mine, apparently."

"Hell of a pickle then. Let me rattle some trees. I'll get back to you. Stay safe kid."

"Yeah. I intend to. But I get the feeling this one could get ugly and bloody before too long."
Buck muttered as she hung up.