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the same small table in front of the bedroom fireplace he had served dinner at the night before. Glancing at his Resco Patriot watch, Mac saw it was just past 0700.
    “Good morning Mr. Walker. I assume you have accepted the assignment then?”
    Nigel’s demeanor suggested minor annoyance at finding Mac waking up in Dasha’s bed.
    Mac put his hands behind his head and smiled back at Nigel.
    “Probably. Gonna wait and see what kind of breakfast you serve up. Could be the deal maker or deal breaker right there.”
    Nigel tipped his head down slightly to the left and then exited the room, closing the door behind him.
    Mac rose from the bed and walked unclothed to the table of food. Each plate had a small serving of fresh fruit, two pieces of lightly buttered wheat toast, and a dollop of yogurt. Two cups of dark, freshly brewed coffee and two glasses of orange juice had also been placed alongside the plates.
    Mac picked up a cup of coffee and took a slow sip, relishing the rich quality of the brew. Behind him he heard Dasha approaching from the bathroom and turned around to greet her with a smile. She seemed unfazed by his lack of clothing, though she had wrapped herself in a very comfortably looking cream colored cotton robe.
    “I see you’ve already discovered Nigel’s coffee. There’s all the essentials you will need in the bathroom Mac, including a toothbrush, soap, hair products, and the like. Please take your time. When you are in the shower I can have staff clean and press your clothes and they will be done by the time you’re ready.”
    Mac grabbed a piece of toast and made quick work of it, washing it down with another gulp of coffee.
    “No thank you on the clothes. I’ll just brush my teeth, get dressed, and be on my way Dasha. I’ll take the assignment. Have to get a hold of my crew and go over the details with them, and then give final confirmation to Tilley. He handles all the transport and related items. We can be operational within twenty four hours.”
    Dasha appeared pleased by Mac’s acceptance, smiling slightly as she walked toward him.
    “That is very good to hear Mr. Walker. Very good indeed. I am pleased to see our time together last night did not…lessen your enthusiasm for the mission.”
    Mac felt familiar stirrings, and knew if he didn’t get moving, he would likely be spending another hour inside of Dasha’s room. Looking again at his watch, he quickly decided he had another hour to spare and ran toward the large bed, jumping back into its covers. Mac looked back at Dasha as he leaned across the bed, his hand patting the space next to him.
    “Might need just a little more convincing. That is, as long our time together last night didn’t lessen your enthusiasm for me.”
    Dasha’s eyes devoured Mac hungrily, as her robe fell to the floor.
    “Not at all Mr. Walker. Not at all…”
    Mac’s estimate of time turned out to be somewhat off – he didn’t leave Sasha’s bedroom for nearly ninety minutes.
    Nigel drove him back to what was a common meeting place for Mac and his crew – the Hillside Pub, a small bar owned by a former Marine Mac had served with years ago. His name was Carlos Diaz. Born to Mexican immigrant parents, Diaz had been a good soldier, and remained an even better man. Mac trusted him with his life.
    Mac had already called ahead that morning to let Diaz know he would be using the private back room of the bar for a meeting. As always, Carlos said it was no problem – the room was theirs and nobody would bother them.
    “Nice to see you Mac. Hope things are well.”
    Diaz shook Mac’s hand warmly. He was just over forty years old, a few inches shorter than Mac’s six foot height, with a slight paunch that had developed in recent years. Carlos was a perpetually grateful man – grateful for being born in America, grateful for the life the military afforded him, and now most of all, grateful to be happily married with two beautiful and healthy daughters and providing