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“Does she sleep with you”? Tyler asked.
“No. In fact, she seldom likes to be in the house at all. She has a bed in the garage that she usually prefers, but since she hasn’t seen me for so long, this is an exception.”
Tyler had to admit, even as much as he liked dogs already, this little girl had won his heart immediately. According to Katie, she was a mix between a Cirneco del Etna and a Boxer that Katie had rescued from the shelter in Orange County where she volunteered and brought her home here to live.
“June Bug” as she had been named, was the sweetest dog that Tyler could ever remember meeting. She was medium size, with several of the common Boxer traits, such as an underbite, a squared-off jaw, and a broad chest. Her Mediterranean traits were also obvious, including super-sensitive hearing from large pointed ears, a slim athletic physique, uncanny speed, and the most human-like hazel eyes that Tyler had ever seen on any animal.
June Bug had followed Jason in from the garage and run immediately to the couch where Tyler was still being affectionately attended to by Katie. The dog had stood before him, making strange, throaty sounds, almost like she was trying to talk to him until Katie had introduced the two of them. June Bug had immediately jumped onto Tyler’s lap, licked his face several times, and then laid down on his lap.
“I think her Cirneco del Etna traits are dominant,” Katie said as she petted the dog laying straddled between their two laps. “The breed was raised for rabbit hunting on Sicily, which is where the name comes from. Here, let me show you a picture of a purebred one.”
Katie grabbed her cellphone and quickly found an image to show Tyler.
“That looks like ... what were they called, a Pharaoh Dog?”
“Right,” Katie said. “Some experts think that the Cirneco del Etna was the breed depicted in many of the hieroglyphics on the walls of the Pyramids and tombs in Egypt.”
“You can definitely see the similarities,” Tyler said.
“I know. June Bug loves nothing more than to run, and boy is she fast. When she gets going, you aren’t going to catch her until she gets tired or bored. No rodent stands a chance if they get onto our property.”
“I’m glad you found her. This seems like the perfect place for her.”
“It is. I considered keeping her with me in the condo, but she would dart through the door every time it was opened, and her stubborn refusal to stop running before she was ready made me fear that she would get hit by a car. Here, there is plenty of room for her to run, and the fences keep her safe. Plus, my parents missed having a dog since Spenser had passed. They adore her.”
Tyler was enjoying the presence of this dog, and while he wouldn’t typically encourage having a dog on the furniture, his recovery from the neurotoxin limited his ability to do much else than pet the dog at the moment, so why not enjoy it.
“I am so sorry about what Joey did,” Katie said for about the twelfth time. “Are you getting more feeling back?”
“I’m fine. I should be as good as new by this evening. It actually was an interesting experience, kind of like when I had to take a Taser hit so that I understood what the effects were if I ever had to use one on somebody. These effects are a bit longer lasting, and that stuff that Joey used seems a lot more effective for putting someone down.”
“As far as I know, it has never been approved for use by local law enforcement agencies,” Katie said. “A select few federal agencies have access to it, every special forces unit within our military has access to it, and it is an ingredient in some surgical anesthetics, but that’s about the extent of its use right now.”
“How did you and Cile know how to minimize its effect on me? What was it you used to clean it off my neck, witch hazel?”
“We have grown up around the stuff. My dad invented it while at the Air Force Academy and owns the patent on it. Yes, we used witch hazel to open up the pores on the skin where it was applied so that basic soap and water could then be used to wash as much of it off your skin as possible before it was absorbed.”
“Feeling better?” Patty asked as she and Bobby came back into the living room. They had been saying goodbye to Katie’s aunt, uncle, and cousins, who were returning to their home a few miles away.
Tyler laughed, “Having feeling is better.”
“Good. Scoot over,” Patty said.
Katie smiled at her mom, took the dog from Tyler’s lap, and shifted over on the couch so that Tyler could do the same to make room for Patty to sit on his other side.
Bobby just chuckled and retreated to his study as Patty sat down, surprised Tyler with a kiss on his cheek, and then took his hand to hold on her lap.
“Tyler, I have known all along how Katie feels about you, and the risk she took by allowing you into her life. Bobby has shared the discussion that he had with you, so now I know that Katie was never in any risk at all where you are concerned. You both have our full support and blessing.”
“Oh, Mom,” Katie said as she reached across to place her hand on her mom’s, which were still holding Tyler’s. “You and Dad set a high standard. I know that Tyler and I can reach it together.”
“I know you can too. So, let’s discuss a few plans for this weekend.”
“Okay,” Katie said, “What’s on the agenda?”
“There’s not a lot set in stone, but once JR and Rockie get here and have a chance to rest, your father and Jason will want to bring everyone up-to-date on your situation and get Tyler involved in the strategy to keep your identity hidden. That will probably happen tomorrow afternoon.”
Katie glanced at Tyler, who said, “I’m good with that. The sooner we get a workable plan together, the happier I’ll be.”
Patty laughed, “Those are almost the exact words that Bobby said you would say. Anyway, Cile mentioned that you three were thinking of having dinner at Rick’s tomorrow night. Is that still on your calendar?”
“I’ll discuss it with Cile, but I’m inclined to say no,” Katie said.
“Alright, just keep me posted. Rockie had mentioned that she would like to make tacos with you and Cile for dinner one day this weekend, so if you don’t do Rick’s tomorrow, that might be the day for tacos, and we’ll need to get everything in advance.”
“Plan on tacos tomorrow,” Katie said. “I know that Cile would prefer doing that over going to Rick’s. Tyler makes the world’s best Margaritas, so he can be in charge of those.”
“I was a bartender in college,” Tyler explained, “so don’t let Katie’s singular focus on my Margaritas limit anyone’s drink choices. Appletinis to Zombies; I can make them all.”
“You are going to be a very popular addition to our family,” Patty said, squeezing Tyler’s hand.
Katie laughed and said, “My guy is going to be loved for much more than his bartending skills.”
“He already is,” said Patty. “You should make a point to get by Rick’s some time while you’re here to check on your display. The truck has taken the spot of JR’s car and I placed your Corvette next to it. Feel free to reposition them if you want.”
“Your Corvette?” Tyler asked. “The one that you generously helped me identify the model of?”
“The same,” Katie said. “It’s been hiding here in plain sight. I’ll let you drive it if you want.”
“On the subject of JR’s car, if Tyler is feeling up to riding in a car, would you two mind driving my car to pick up JR, Rockie and the twins so that I can drive his car? That way I could ride back with you and they could all ride back in his Corvair. They’re scheduled to land in about an hour.”
“As long as I don’t have to do any of the driving, I’m good to go,” Tyler said.
“Excellent,” Patty said. “We will need to leave shortly, so let me go tell Bobby the plan. Oh, by the way, Tyler, do you like tuna casserole?”
Tyler nodded, “I love your tuna casserole, and as promised, I want to thank you for sharing the recipe with Katie.”
Patty kissed Tyler on the cheek again and said, “You really are quite the catch. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Katie, why don’t you put Buggy outside and meet me in the garage?”
Patty released Tyler’s hand, stood and walked into the study. Katie set the dog down on the floor and then stood.
“Do you need help getting up?” she asked Tyler.
“What say we find out,” he replied as he tested his muscular control. He rose unassisted from the couch and stood, checking his balance for a few seconds before turning and embracing Katie.
“Looks like I’m good to go.”
Katie glanced over Tyler’s shoulder towards the door to the study to see if the coast was clear before placing her hand on the front of Tyler’s jeans and gently squeezing.
“I need to perform a good examination of this particular muscle later, so please focus on its recovery.”
Tyler gently tweaked the nipple on Katie’s left breast through her dress and said, “I’m way ahead of you there, Sweetie.”
“I was returning from attending church and having lunch with my grandparents,” Katie explained without being asked. “I decided to stop by the mall to pick up a present for Cile’s birthday, which was a little over a month away.”
Tyler sat silently as Katie drove, following the red Corvair convertible being driven by her mother over the same roads that he had driven them on the way to the house. He knew that Katie had a need to explain things to him, and he didn’t want to deny her the opportunity.
“I spent a lot more time in the jewelry store than I had expected,” Katie continued. “The clerk was helpful, but trying to get friendlier than necessary, so I finally got her to finish the transaction without even allowing her to put the necklace into a bag. Walking through the food court towards the exit, someone stepped on one of those plastic-wrapped condiment packages that had been dropped onto the floor. What turned out to be Soy Sauce shot out of the package just as I was passing. I felt some of it hit my right ankle and the top of my foot, so I decided to detour into the bathroom to wipe it off so that it wouldn’t be tracked into my car.”
“Well that explains the purpose of the bathroom visit,” Tyler silently thought.
“What the video showed is pretty much everything that happened after I came out of the bathroom. Even with my Polarized sunglasses on, I wasn’t confident of a clean headshot because any misses would have gone into the nail salon through the windows. I chose the groin area because the way the gunman was standing provided me a full-frontal targeting perspective, and it was not protected by his body armor.”
“Where did you learn to shoot so well?” Tyler asked.
Katie smiled and said, “My initial inspiration and training came from a former Olympic silver medal winner in the twenty-five-meter pistol event. She and her husband are business associates of my dad’s. You may meet them this weekend. Anyway, once she had me hooked on pistol shooting, and trained well enough to compete, I started entering Civilian Marksmanship Program competitions. I got bored simply shooting at stationary targets, so my dad arranged for me to practice at local tactical ranges.”
“Is there a ‘Hogan’s Alley’ near her?” Tyler asked.
“Yes, but they’re not very realistic. Fortunately, my dad could get me access to more advanced tactical ranges at places like the FBI Academy in Quantico and of course the multiple ranges in Glynco.”
Tyler laughed, “So your knowledge of FLETC goes beyond family discussion over dinner.”
“Oh yeah,” Katie laughed in return. “If you ever go there again, you should check the range record-holders board. See if you recognize anyone you know.”
“I’ll be sure to do that. Okay, so you were saying before I interrupted you...”
“Right,” Katie said, returning to her explanation of the shooting and its aftermath. “Once I was sure that the gunman was really down, I wanted to disarm him completely. I was concerned initially about leaving his weapons on the floor, worried that some civilian might pick one up and accidentally discharge it before the police arrived. I considered taking them with me, but I needed to clear the scene and avoid showing my face to the security cameras. Plus, I knew that the weapons would be crucial to investigating who this guy was and why he had tried to shoot up the mall. Once I was certain that the situation was safe, I exited the mall. I had been fortunate to get a parking space relatively close to the entrance, so it took only seconds for me to be driving away. I was somewhat surprised at how fast the first police officers started arriving. Three of their cars passed me as I was leaving the mall.”
“And none of them noticed you,” Tyler said.
“Apparently not. As soon as I was out of the mall parking lot, I called my brother JR. Looking back, he probably shouldn’t have been my first call, but you would have to understand the bond that JR and I have to recognize my need to let him know of my situation before anyone else. Of course, there wasn’t anything that JR could do other than try to advise me, but my sister-in-law, Rockie was another matter. She is the one who immediately began the steps to wipe all but the two videos from the mall servers and place the ransomware that hid her actions.”
“Where are we going?” Tyler asked. “The maps of San Antonio that I reviewed for this trip showed the airport being north of the city.”
Katie hadn’t been paying that much attention to their route since all she had to do was keep the Corvair in sight. It took her a second or two to orient herself to their surroundings.
“It looks like we’re headed to Randolph Air Force Base,” Katie said, pointing to a prominent water tower on the top of a building off to the right.
“Your brother is flying into an active Air Force Base from Australia?”
“So it would appear.”
Katie followed the Corvair to the entrance gate, where her mom had a short conversation with the guard and showed him her identification. She pointed to the vehicle behind hers as the guard saluted her, before pressing a button to open the gate for both cars to enter the base.
Sunset was approaching, but in the remaining daylight, Tyler took in the sights as they navigated through the expansive military installation. Randolph Air Force Base was known as “the Showplace of the Air Force” because of the Spanish Colonial Revival style architecture in which all structures including hangars were constructed.
“My mom and her parents were living here when JR was born,” Katie said, “but this is my first time here. I think this is mostly a training base or something like that.”
The Corvair had driven beside a hangar that sat approximately fifty yards from one of the runways. Katie pulled her mom’s car behind the Corvair and shut off the engine.
“Let’s go wait with my mom,” Katie suggested.
The first thing that Katie and Tyler noticed upon exiting her mother’s car, was how relatively quiet it was where they stood. They could see flights of small trainer aircraft taking off and landing on a far runway, but the sound of these, and other aircraft seemed somehow muted by the surrounding buildings.
Tyler took Katie’s hand as they walked up to the driver’s side of the Corvair, where Patty sat, checking something on her cellphone. She looked up at the couple beside the car.
“Their plane is on final approach,” Patty informed them, pointing to a pinpoint of light off in the horizon that was gradually growing larger and brighter.
Tyler opened the door so that Patty could stand beside the car with them to watch the approaching plane land. As the plane grew closer and lower to the ground, Tyler recognized it as a large military transport aircraft, probably a Boeing C-17 Globemaster III. All other flight activity on the parallel runways had ceased as the landing of the large plane became imminent.
The large aircraft touched down just past the lettering indicating the 15L runway. Though designed with the capability to take off and land on runways just over three thousand feet in length, it appeared that the pilot of this aircraft was content to use all eight-thousand plus feet of concrete runway available at Randolph as the aircraft slowly decelerated.
Tyler watched as the plane went past their location, and decided that it was, in fact, a Boeing C-17. The only thing unique about this plane from the other C-17’s he had seen, was the national markings. This plane belonged to the Royal Australian Air Force.
“Geez,” he wondered, “how may in-flight fuelings had this trip taken?”
Katie released Tyler’s hand so that she could join her mom in covering both of her ears as the noise from the taxiing aircraft grew closer. Tyler followed suit but kept watching the movement of the plane as the pilot expertly followed the ground crew’s instructions on where to position the plane before finally shutting down the engines. The three of them had a clear view of the rear of the plane, sitting on the tarmac less than fifty-yards from them.
It took several minutes for the ground crew to chock the tires and secure the plane to tie-downs on the tarmac. The large ramp at the rear of the plane began lowering slowly, and as the interior of the plane became more visible, they could see approximately two dozen people dressed in military uniforms positioned to march down the ramp. Behind the military personnel, there was a large object secured in the cargo area.
Once it was fully visible, the object was easy to identify as a single-wide mobile home. The door to the mobile home opened, and a man walked out, followed by the first one, and then a second child, and finally a woman. The man and woman were speaking to the children, but Tyler, Katie, and Patty couldn’t hear what was being said at this distance. The man pointed to the group around the Corvair, and the two children were allowed to run down the remainder of the ramp, straight to Patty and Katie’s arms.
Tyler hadn’t heard the approach of another vehicle, but he did take notice of the man who was approaching the Corvair. He stepped in front of the man to block his path.
“May I help you?” Tyler asked?
Holding up a badge and credential wallet, the man said, “I’m Mike Render with Immigration and Customs Enforcement. I’ve been sent over from San Antonio International Airport. I just need to process the arriving passengers. You know, stamp their passports and so on.”
“Sure,” Tyler said. “If you’ll wait right here, I’ll let them know to come to see you.”
Katie and Patty were exchanging the child each held. Katie was sending the boy that had run to her over to Patty, and Patty was sending the girl over to Katie. Since the two women were busy with the children, the man, who looked strikingly like a younger version of Bobby approached Tyler and swept him into a friendly embrace.
“You must be Tyler. I’m Katie’s brother JR, and this is my wife Rockie. Welcome to the family.”
JR had no sooner released Tyler from his embrace before Rockie took his place.
“We’re all so glad to finally meet you,” she said.
“What was it with women in Texas?” Tyler thought. Rockie was one of the most stunningly beautiful women that Tyler had ever seen, and that was saying a lot after meeting Cile, her mom Franc, and Patty. Katie outshined them all, but Tyler doubted that many other women stood a chance.
“I’m honored and pleased to meet all of you,” Tyler said as Rockie released her embrace. She was soon replaced by the two children coming over and each hugging one side of Tyler.
“Hello Mr. Davis,” said the boy. “I’m Jimmy.
“And I’m Jamie,” said the girl.
Tyler laughed and knelt to hug one child in each of his arms, “I am very happy to meet you both.”
As Tyler rose, each child took one of his hands and didn’t seem inclined to release them any time soon.
“There is a gentleman over there who needs to process you for immigration. I would be more than happy to keep Jimmy and Jamie company while you two handle that.”
“Thanks, Tyler, said JR. “This should only take a second, and then we can be on our way.”
Two of the aircraft’s ground crew were approaching with what was the family’s luggage. Katie directed them to the back of her mom’s SUV, where they made quick work of efficiently stowing everything. Katie then came over and stood in front of Tyler, who was still sandwiched between the twins.
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