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Eagle Eye Ch. 1 by Wolverine7009
Afghanistan, Kunar Province 18, May 2007
As the dust settled down from the passing sand storm, four figures appeared from a sand dune like magic. Looking through a pair of high powered thermal binoculars, coming into focus 500 yards out; a cluster of four buildings, the tallest being three levels surrounded by three single floor structures. The perimeter was enclosed by clay walls 7 feet high, with a single winding dirt road leading into the area.
"I have visual contact, commander."
"Roger that."
"Team leader to bravo 6."
"Bravo 6."
"Are we clear?"
"Clear."
"Team leader to air one, strike package Zulu is a go"
"Roger that."
Boston, Massachusetts (O'Malley's Pub) Present Day
With a look of concern, Katie calls his name. "Terry, Terry!"
Coming out of his day dream Terry realizes he's at the bar, and Katie the bartender is touching his hand and calling him.
"Yes?"
"You alright?"
"I'm good."
"Cool; so how about another cold one, on me."
"Sounds great."
While waiting for his beer, Terry tries to catch up with the college football game playing on the TVs when he notices a familiar face enter through the front door.
A well dressed gentleman after looking around the bar spots Terry and walks towards him. "You're a hard man to find; we kind of lost track of you after operation Bright Star"
"I can't be that hard to find, you found me. What do you want?"
"I have a job for you"
Terry with a small smile, laughs to himself.
"I'm not interested, I'm retired; plus I don't do that shit anymore."
"It's not an agency job."
"Oh really, then what is it?"
"Protection; I assume you know Carlton Bridgestone, President and Chairman of Bridgestone International. Well his daughter and son are the sole heirs to the family's 8 billion dollar empire. Mr. Bridgestone is currently in failing health; cancer, they are giving him less than 6 months. Protection is a high priority for the family, and the list of candidates was short; I figured you would be interested."
The bartender Katie returns with a cold mug of beer. Seeing the well dress gentleman; she begins to ask him if she could get anything for him, Mr. Knox politely waves her off.
"You're a very funny man Mr. Knox, I'll give you that. But the only thing that interests me is that TV and this beer, so if you're not the cable guy or the bartender then get out of my face"
"Really Terry; this is what your life has become, weekend sports and stale beer, when are you going to let that shit go. It's been 6 years, I read the report, you and your team had no idea there was going to be kids in the village. It was BAD Intel, stop carrying that fucking baggage"
Mr. Knox reaches inside his briefcase and pulls out a red binder and puts it on the bar.
"Think about it, you have till tomorrow to decide. If you decide to take it, be at the North Shores Airport at 11:30"
"What's in it for you?"
"Nothing, I'm a close personal friend of the Bridgestone family. I've been asked by the Board of Directors to make sure that all affairs are put in order prior to Carlton's death. In the past 5 years, with some of Carlton's business dealings overseas, there has been an increase of creditable threats made against the family."
"The son; Matthew Bridgestone is studying abroad in Switzerland under the alias Brian Knight; he's currently being protected with soft security. If there is ever eminent danger, then we will extract him. His daughter Lauren Bridgestone is the oldest and will be appointed Chairman/CEO of American Operations making her a #1 target. I've got to go; just think about it"
Terry watched Mr. Knox walk out the bar, he looks down at the red binder then looks at himself in the Bud Light mirror on the wall behind the bar. What stared back, was a man broken and bitter with a 6'1 190lb athletic frame Terry was still in shape but he had let his appearance go; with a 4 month beard and one year old curly afro thanks to his black and white heritage, he looked like a 70's hippie or an unshaved Lenny Kravitz.
Jupiter Island, Florida (Bridgestone Estates)
As buckets of rain pour down on the bay windows from the passing tropical storm, Lauren sits looking out her window thinking about everything that had taken place over the last couple of years, since she's returned from England an Oxford graduate. Her charitable foundation "Kids in Need" has been going well and with the upcoming 20 city tour for children research and development; her plate is full. Now with her father ill and her brother currently studying abroad, on top of the recent breakup of a 2 year relationship with Mark Belltron; has her prioritizing her life.
A knock at the door startles Lauren.
"Come in" she called to the guest.
Lauren gave a smile when seeing it was her best friend an Executive Assistant Aubrey, they have been friends since grade school.
"Ha you ready to go over next month's schedule?" Aubrey asked as she handed Lauren a sheet of paper.
"Sure, sounds good" she replied, taking it and skimming.
"Here are the lists of hospitals we'll be going to on the tour; also I spoke with our media firm who will be getting out a press release regarding it."
"What's up?" Lauren asked catching the uneasy look on Aubrey's face.
"Well your ex's stuff from the New York Apartment just arrived."
She forgot all about Mark's stuff still being in New York. "Well have it sent to his parent's residence in Texas."
"Ok will do."
"Where are we at with accommodations for the tour?" Lauren asked still looking at the list of hospitals and the cities they're in.