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new way to help the team, or a researcher that spent their own time and came up with an awesome solution went in all guns blazing .”

    Bobcat looked at his friend while nodding his head, “So, it’s more of an accolade.   Yeah, you can get it for being a part of a team that took out a strong point, but that’s not inclusive enough.” Bobcat turned to Marcus, “Someone in your group could get it for going above and beyond and we can have different levels of highlights if you will.”

    “Perfect!” William pushed his beer out to Bobcat, “Everything from a free round on the house after we highlight what they did, to a night in the special area with a small group of friends to a private, full-time area that is reserved for the Queen Bitch and her guards.”

    “We don’t even know if Bethany Anne and the team will want us to do that!” Marcus argued.

    “Oh, but that’s the lovely part,” Bobcat said, his eyes gleaming, “On opening night, we will provide them a special table, and then we hold it for her and her team for the rest of eternity.”   He smiled to his two friends.

    “She’s going to figure this out,” Marcus said, shaking his head his eyes opened in alarm, “She reads minds, you know.”  

    “Yes,” Bobcat agreed shrugging, “she does.   But she doesn’t do it without a reason, and she will be able to agree to come or not come as she wants.   Plus, it’s not like she doesn’t know me enough to realize I might do something like this.”   He sat there grinning to his two friends as if the world would always see things his way.

    Marcus looked between the two grinning men who were staring at him. “What the hell?” Marcus finally relented, “It’s not like you get a chance to go down all guns blazing with the two best friends a rocket scientist could ever hope to have in his life.”  

    Marcus raised his can of beer and held it out to the other two.   Bobcat leaned in and William sat down and placed his in the middle as well.   Marcus spoke, “To All Guns Blazing, may we not go down in flames on our first night!”

    The three chuckled as they touched their cans of beer together.

CHAPTER SEVEN

    PLA Offices, CHINA

    General Sun Zedong stood up from his desk and grabbed his clipboard. He walked out of his office and past the large meeting table with his favorite word in brass on the top to remind everyone what the focus of China long term was in every meeting.

    And his personal goal, Power.

    He walked through the door to the other side to meet with those on the ruling council and deliver the update in a secret meeting and receive his direction.   So far, all attacks had been successful.   A request for another surgical strike inside of the United States was on his clipboard for inclusion.  

    They did not need to have a reporting team running around and messing up their longer term preparatory power efforts.   While this request was outside of his direct focus, he had the resources inside the U.S. right now.   He had two teams in place and one target.   He might as well make it a double hit as long as the ruling members overseeing his effort agreed.

    He checked out of the building and sat in the back seat of the car taking him to his meeting.

    It was a good day, he considered, as the flags flew in the breeze over the PLA offices.

    Washington D.C., USA

    The inside of the cargo van was dark save the few red lights and screens Team Leader Hu’s team used to keep track of what was outside of their vehicle.

    Hu looked down at the comment added to an eBay product. “The operation is a go,” he said.   The four men finished with the application of makeup to darken their skin and place the colored contacts.   Should anyone see them in the darkness this evening, they should not be able to pick any out of a line-up, nor would they even understand they were Chinese in the first place.

    It wasn’t often a request to take out American nationals was provided their