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for them with his own business.
    “Sorry it’s a bit early Carlos – hope I’m not putting you out.”
    Carlos waived away Mac’s concerns and guided him past the few booths and bar stools of the pub’s main room toward a hallway at the back where the private room was located.
    “Not at all Mac. You know that – welcome to use my place anytime.”
    The small room was low ceilinged and had a narrow oak table that ran down the room’s center that offered enough room for four chairs on each side of the table. There were no windows. Lighting came from a floor lamp that had been placed in the right corner which Carlos left on 24/7.
    Mac thanked Carlos as the he closed the door and then sat down at the table to begin making his calls to his crew. Within a few minutes, all of them had been contacted and were on their way to Mac’s location. They knew the drill – when an assignment came in, they were to drop everything and respond immediately.
    Jack Thompson was the first to arrive. The tallest of Mac’s crew, with a blonde haired crew cut and square jaw, Jack had been born and raised in Alabama. He had been a high school football standout, but a knee injury turned away the college recruits and Jack enlisted in the military a few months after graduation. He was now forty two years old, having worked military contracts with Mac for the last seven years. His brother James was Secret Service – did the presidential detail for Obama during the first term before being suddenly reassigned to a hole in the wall post in North Dakota of all places. In recent years, Jack had grown increasingly agitated over the direction of the American government, and would take any opportunity to share those views with others. Despite the occasional annoyance of that sharing, he remained a very capable soldier, and most important, was someone who kept his wits about him when the shit hit the fan.
    Mac rose from his seat to shake Jack’s hand, then motioned for the big man to sit down. Jack already knew Mac wouldn’t go into the details until the rest of them had arrived, so he simply sat there silently.
    Jay Minnick was the next to enter the small room. Minnick was the shortest of the four men that made up Mac’s team. He wore steel rimmed glasses that, along with his neatly trimmed brown hair, gave his face the appearance of an accountant, though anyone who saw Minnick shoot a rifle would soon realize the kinds of numbers Minnick was primarily involved with were kill shots. Mac was a very capable shooter himself, but Minnick was something special – the most accurate sniper Mac had ever seen. The fact Minnick was also tech savvy made him that much more valuable to the team. It was Minnick who helped deliver Mac’s first assignments – his father was a former Congressman with long standing ties to high ranking military contacts.
    The last to arrive, as usual, was Benjamin Williams, known by everyone as Benny. Benny came in as he always did, with a wide smile and a hug for Mac. The man was perpetually happy. He came from upstate New York, the youngest son of a longtime military family. One of his grandfathers had been one of the Tuskegee Airmen, the first African American military pilots who had fought so valiantly during World War II. Now in his mid-forties, Benny would likely still be in the military if not for an incident involving a superior officer and a bar fight. The officer was noted for being a mean drunk, and for whatever reason, on that night he took it upon himself to harass Benny and a group of enlisted men who were sitting at a table enjoying several rounds of drinks and jokes. Benny allowed the officer to hit him twice before he hit back. Likely unknown to that officer, Benjamin Williams was among the most highly trained hand to hand combat members within the entire United States military. He was obsessed with his martial arts training, and was the one member of the team Mac would not want to tangle with personally in a one