Pratt looked at her sergeant, “I’m fucking kicking her ass sarge!”
York placed a hand on Highlanders arm “Calm down there, big guy! It was nothing serious.” York then looked over to Keon after smirking, “One of your agents, I think his name is Stonewall, grabbed Pratt’s arm to yell at her, she gave him a warning in all fairness, but he wouldn’t let her arm go, he was trying to cuff her when she flipped him onto his ass. She may or may not have injured his shoulder and wrist.”
“Bullshit! Xena Princess Warrior over here broke the jackass’s wrist when he grabbed her to try and cuff her, claiming she was trespassing on a crime scene. Even with Agent Baker telling him that he was the one who called us since the ‘vic’ they were dealing with was someone we’ve been hunting for the last three years. His ignorant ass didn’t care,” Diesel informed the room, laughing at all the stares from her to Pratt.
“Victim? Ye found Dakota?”
Pratt looked sadly at her husband. “No. I have to say with that situation, thank God it wasn’t her. The vic that the feds found was Peter Robinson. He was shot then fed to a gator.”
“Poor tator gator, probably laying on the bottom of the swamp dying of food poison.” Diesel shook her head, causing her teammates to groan and roll their eyes, “Unless he was one of them meth head gators.” Diesel put her hand to her face and looked up to the ceiling like she was praying.
“Shut up Diesel,” Alpha Squad all yelled at the same time.
Keon coughed, hiding his laughter when he touched Pratt’s arm. “Since you ladies already know Lt. MacLeod and his team, let me introduce you to the rest of our group.” Keon stopped when he noticed York place her hand over Diesel’s mouth at the same time Rameriez placed her hand over Raso’s.
“Alrighty then, moving on, ladies, please let me introduce you to Trident Security. This is Ian Sawyer and his brothers Devon and Nick. Next to Nick, you have his husband Jake Donovan, then Ben Michaelson, Brody Evans and Marco DeAngelis. I had asked them if they could help you out with your situation while you’re here in Tampa.”
“Thank you, gentlemen, we appreciate your help more than you know. I’m Sgt. Helen Brocard. This is Detective Laura Pratt, Lindsey Raso, Tarilyn Cortez, Renee York, Kaitlyne Rameriez and our class clown, Cheryl Diesel.”
“Diesel, I swear to whatever fucking diety you worship that I will cunt punch you if you utter a word of whatever it is you have twirling around in that head of yours.”
“But Red! I have to get it out! If I don’t, it’ll back up and come out in other ways that wouldn’t be good for the closed environment we are in right now.”
“What’s wrong lass?” Highlander asked concerned with the comments and actions.
“She’s wanting to make a joke about Mr. DeAngelis’s name.”
Marco laughed, hands on his hips as he smiled over at the women, “Ah, the Marco Polo jokes? Trust me ma’am, I’ve heard them all. My call sign is Polo.”
“Maybe so Mr. DeAngelis, but you’ve probably never heard it Diesel style. I’d rather not have you guys hating us before you get to know us,” Sgt. Brocard told the men, laughing hesitantly.
Everyone sat down, enjoying their meal and light banter as they got to know each other. Halfway through the meal, noticing that Highlander was somewhat looking aggravated, Keon leaned over towards Pratt.
“Important messages from a woman I hope,” Keon nodded towards Highlander.
“Umm, well, I sorta kinda reached out to Uncle Gene for help with the possible overseas connections and other issues also. He’s been messaging me to let me know he’s on his way to Tampa with two of his best people. They should be here shortly,” Pratt fidgeted under the stares of her husband, Keon and Sgt. Brocard.
“Ah, you’re going all out on this one, aren’t you?”
“Yep” Pratt popped her ‘p’, before putting the straw in her mouth and started drinking from her glass. Setting her glass down, Pratt pushed her plate to the side and leaned onto the table, crossing her arms on the table. “This one is personal Larry. Not only is Dakota family, but her case opened up a whole new world that’s really made us step up our game. Gene wants to know more. I want all of us to put our heads together and see if we can’t find a way to deal with this issue.”
“This is sad, you all started dinner without us.” A tall blonde Adonis said from the private room doorway.
Brody laughed as he looked towards the doorway. “Always here for the food huh?”
“Is there anything else?”
“You missed my sparkling personality?”
“Laura! Looking beautiful as always.” A tall silver fox, who kept himself in obvious shape walked over and hugged Pratt before turning to Larry and shook his outstretched hand. “Laura, Larry, this is Carter and Jordyn Alvarez. I’ve asked them to help out with your situation.”
“Thank you everyone. I take it from the earlier greetings you all know each other.”
“I come around for the food every now and then,” Carter smiled down at Pratt, winking at her as he shook her hand before moving on to another Alpha Squad member.
Pratt laughed. “As my uncle said, I’m Pratt, this is my team…” Pratt went about introducing her teammates. “Everyone, this is my other godfather, Gene McDaniels.”
Diesel looked between Larry and Gene then to Pratt. “Ok I got to ask, if these two silver hotties are the good guys, how in the hell were they friends with your fucking parents?”
