Vin slept restlessly, drifting in and out as the last of the drugs Nathan
had given him wore off. He felt hot, yet cold at the same time and a little
voice in the back of his brain told him he had a slight fever. Or maybe that
was Nathan's voice he was hearing.
The other men had determined driving shifts, dividing the duty into pairs
with Josiah and Ezra receiving the first shift. Buck and JD had crawled in
to the big double bed above the cab and quickly fallen asleep. The two remaining
bunks remained un-used at the moment as both Chris and Nathan stayed at Vin's
side. Chris had acquiesced enough to crawl onto the double bed next to Vin,
leaning up against the wall/headboard. He dozed a bit while still keeping
track of his sleeping friend.
Nathan had taken a seat in a chair bolted to the floor of what was considered
the master suite of the luxury RV. Periodically he stood to check Vin's
temperature and blood pressure, or to make sure the swelling in his knee
wasn't increasing and that the brace wasn't on so tight that it restricted
blood flow. He knew when the meds were wearing off by the slight tossing
Vin did as pain began to register in the still foggy brain of the sleeping
And he had bottled water and pain pills ready when the man jerked awake,
a gasp of pain passing his lips before he could keep it inside. Chris was
immediately awake, whispering words of comfort and support as the disoriented
sharpshooter regained control and the happenings of the past 24 hours sank
in once more.
"Easy there Pard. Let us help you," Chris told the man as Vin tried to sit
up on his own. The tender ribs and slight movement of his injured knee had
caused him to go white as a sheet and squeeze his eyes closed. Nathan helped
Vin sit forward as Chris piled pillows behind him in addition to the wedge
already there. Nathan slipped two pain pills and an antibiotic between Vin's
lips and helped him with the water bottle until the pills were down. Then
Vin collapsed back into the pillows, exhausted just by that little effort.
"Where are we?" he asked once he had himself under control.
"About 200 miles west of Denver by now I'd guess. Ezra's friend had an RV
which we borrowed." Chris answered.
"The official word is we absconded with it," the southern drawl came from
the doorway. "We heard activity back here. Good morning Mr. Tanner. How are
"Been better," Vin's voice cracked a bit, his throat dry. The bottle was
"Mr. Sanchez says there's a town about five miles down the road. Should we
stop somewhere for a morning meal?"
"That would be a good idea. Try to make it somewhere with take out. I really
don't want all seven of us being seen together yet."
Ezra nodded then turned to return to the cab area and relay the message to
Thirty minutes later the men sat down around the small booth-like table in
the RV to hot biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs, sausage and hot coffee.
The smell of food had roused JD and Buck who had moved down to join the rest
of the team. Chris sat on the edge of the bed trying to get some eggs down
Vin but the food wasn't sitting well. Chris finally gave up and the sharpshooter
managed to choke down a half a piece of toast before closing his eyes once
more. While he didn't fall immediately to sleep, closing his eyes did seem
to help him fight the nausea even that little bit of food had caused.
Nathan was troubled by Vin's not eating, but knew the young man was still
in shock and a lot of pain. Hopefully by lunchtime he would feel more up
to eating. In the mean time Nathan disturbed him long enough for him to drink
some milk he had insisted the others buy, hoping that it would help settle
They continued on their journey, going nowhere in particular. In fact they
would head one direction just to turn around and head another. Chris' thoughts
were to keep a confusing trail going until they decided on a game plan. He
had discarded numerous ones, always finding fault with the idea. He knew
the others were thinking also.
By lunchtime they had stopped at a small deli, picking up bread and meats
as well as some soup and driven to a nearby park. Vin was awake once more,
unable to sleep for long, so all of the men grouped into the back sleeping
area, sandwiches and drinks in hand to formulate a plan of action.
"The problem is, who do we trust?" Nathan pointed out as they debated who
to tell Vin's information to.
"The press?" Buck asked.
"Eventually, but I think we need to aim higher," Chris replied.
"Don't know how far this goes though, Chris. He's got Secret Service in on
it, who's ta say who else might be." Vin's voice sounded stronger than it
had, but everyone could hear the edge in it. This was more stress than any
of them had ever felt before and it was having a greater effect on the injured
witness. "I should never have told ya'll. Shouldn't a got ya in ta this."
"And just how, Mr. Tanner, did you expect to keep us out of it?"
"Shouldn't a told ya
"And Secret Service would have thought you had told us anyway. At least this
way we know what we are up against and can fight it," Chris interrupted.
Josiah had been quiet, standing in the doorway, while the others talked.
But now he spoke up.
"What if we took the matter to Congress?"
"What?!" came a chorus of voices.
"We take this to Congress. Reveal Vin's information on the floor of the Senate.
There is always press there so the information would be covered in the media.
There would be hundreds of important witnesses. Might just be what's needed
to keep Vin, and us, safe."
"How would we get in there?" JD asked. "It's not like we can just walk in
and parade onto the floor of Congress!"
"Jerome," Chris said quietly.
"The judge's friend, Senator Henry Jerome. I'd be willing to bet he would
get us in there."
"This just might work." Ezra answered after a few moments of quiet.
"And if'n they think we're just plain crazy?" Vin asked.
"Well, Pard, you will just have to be convincing. Let's start moving gentlemen.
Congress will not reconvene until after the funeral service, but we will
be taking the long way to Washington. I suggest we get moving. It's gonna
be a long trip."
They stopped after dark that night at a campground. They all needed some
rest and a shower. Buck and JD had taken over driving after lunch so Ezra
and Josiah could get some rest, but both men had only dozed. They had stopped
once more to pick up groceries before heading to the campgrounds and now
the men had set about preparing supper and checking out the RV more thoroughly,
filling water, verifying propane levels.
Vin had been awake most of the afternoon, dozing for fifteen or twenty minutes
at a time. He still had a low grade fever and felt cold most of the time,
despite the blankets Chris and Nathan had mounded over him. But he felt better,
not nearly as nauseous as he had been that morning, and the meds were taking
the edge off the pain in his knee.
He had been up a few times, answering the call of nature in the small cubicle
that served as a bathroom, using crutches that Dr. Shapiro had provided.
But he didn't plan on doing that any more than necessary. The movement sent
pain through his knee, tugged at the stitches in his side and caused his
ribs to grate. However, he also didn't want one of the others carrying him
around like they had been.
He was sorely tempted to venture outside after they parked and soak up the
night air while Josiah grilled chicken and steaks and baked potatoes in the
charcoal grill located in the camp sight. But the effort was too painful
and he stopped at a couch like bench next to the dining table in the RV.
The door stood open and he could at least hear the sounds of the night and
smell the fresh air. Nathan covered him once more in blankets as his leg
was propped up.
He wasn't settled long before the others came bustling inside, carrying plates
mounded with food. The RV they had "borrowed" was top of the line, complete
with a TV/VCR unit mounted in one corner. As everyone got settled into seats,
JD turned the TV on, searching for a station with decent reception. He settled
on one of the weekly news programs that covered anything from late breaking
news to human-interest stories. Not surprisingly, coverage tonight was of
the bombing in Denver that had taken the lives of the US President and members
of the peace delegation.
JD, Buck, Ezra and Nathan took seats at the table, Josiah sat down on the
bunk opposite the couch and Chris sat on the couch at Vin's feet in case
the younger man needed help. Vin soon found a plate with a boneless chicken
breast, baked potato, and two biscuits with honey shoved into his hands with
instructions to eat. Everyone dug into their meal with eyes or ears tuned
in to the coverage on TV.
Vin did his best to eat. He ended up picking up the chicken breast with his
hand and taking bites, having to use his bruised hand to balance the plate
against his chest. He was about halfway through the baked potato and chicken
when his heart sank to his stomach, the anchorwoman's words making him ill
to his stomach.
"The FBI has reported that a local ATF agent was spotted near the scene and
has since disappeared. Following up on several leads, the man was traced
to Denver Memorial Hospital where he was treated and released. The man, while
not a suspect at this time is, however, wanted for questioning in regards
to the bombing."
The men all sat stunned as Vin's picture appeared on the television screen.
"Agent Vincent Tanner is 5' 11" tall, 165 pounds, with long, light brown
hair and blue eyes. Anyone seeing Agent Tanner is encouraged to notify their
local law enforcement agency. He may be traveling alone or with other members
of the elite ATF team he was a part of. We'll be right back with more coverage
of this national tragedy."
No one spoke as the station began commercials. Finally Nathan broke the silence.
"At least they didn't show the rest of our pictures. We may still be able
to make it to Washington."
They all waited anxiously as coverage resumed, but no further mention of
Vin was made. Silently the team began to gather up and dispose of half eaten
meals. No one felt like eating anymore.
Chris sat stretched out as far as he could in the chair near Vin's bed, drifting
in and out of sleep. It had been hard getting Vin settled and asleep and
eventually it had involved two sleeping pills that Nathan claimed were
antibiotics. The young agent was more distressed by the situation than he
had been willing to let on, but his friends could read it in his face. His
eyes had taken on a haunted look that was not normally there. They knew that
he worried about them more than he worried about himself.
And they were determined to erase that worry and get him through the next
Nathan had taken the lower of the bunks nearby, Josiah the bunk over the
cab and Buck the top bunk over Nathan. JD slept curled up on the couch while
Ezra stood watch outside and away from the RV, a two-way radio in hand. The
other radio sat by Chris' side, waiting, should Ezra give them any sort of
warning. Buck would be taking the next watch, followed by JD. JD would awaken
Josiah before first light, help detach the electrical connections they had
set up and crawl into the top bunk as Josiah began the days driving.
Still, Chris did not feel safe. He stretched and stood, moving over to one
of the small windows and, leaning against the wall, stared out the blinds.
Under different circumstances it would have been a beautiful night.
"Hey Cowboy, ya don't have ta baby sit me
" the groggy voice was low,
not much more than a whisper so as not to wake any others.
'Damn that Tanner!' Chris cursed to himself even as he moved closer to the
bed once more. The two pills should have knocked Vin out till well after
"You should be sleeping, Pard," Chris whispered as he sat carefully on the
edge of the bed.
" Vin was interrupted by a yawn. "
"Can I get you anything?"
"Sure." Chris stood and moved to the small refrigerator in the so-called
kitchen area and pulled a cold bottle of water from it. He opened it on his
way back and resumed his seat once more on the bedside. He handed Vin the
bottle then rummaged through the bottles of medicines in the bedside drawer.
"Think you can swallow these for me?"
"Not more sleepin' pills are they?" The sneaky sharpshooter had known!
"Nope. A real antibiotic and a pain pill."
Vin took the meds from Chris and swallowed them dry, then took another long
drink of water. With an almost silent sigh he settled back into the pillows.
Within moments he was sleeping again.
Vin woke with a start. The dream had replayed the events in that storage
area. He had watched as Stevens talked to Borega, felt the cold steel of
the gun pressed to his temple. Stood there helpless as Stevens stepped over
and leaned against the railing of the mezzanine then ordered the death of
Borega and his man and Vin as well.
Leaned against the railing. 'Think Vin
did the man have gloves on? Secret
Service did, but did Stevens?' he thought as Chris moved to his side.
"I'm okay," Vin said before he could be asked. "Just had a bad dream."
"Okay," Chris replied, accepting Vin's explanation. "You hungry?"
"We ate already. I was beginning to think you'd sleep clear through to lunch."
Chris moved through the RV as Nathan switched places with him and checked
Vin's vitals and testing the brace to make sure it wasn't cutting off
circulation. Once satisfied he returned to his seat nearby as Chris carried
back a plate he had heated in the RV's microwave and a fresh bottle of water.
The two men helped Vin sit up further and Chris handed Vin the plate of warmed
up scrambled eggs and bacon.
"Sorry, Pard. Probably doesn't taste as good as it did earlier."
"It's all right. Sure I've ate worse." He maneuvered a forkful of eggs into
his mouth and chewed. "Chris? Do ya know if they took prints in that storage
Chris glanced at Nathan then back at Vin. "Most likely. Why?"
"Stevens. He walked over ta the railing and sort of leaned on it. I don't
remember him wearing gloves. There'd be prints there then..."
which would give us proof that he was there." Chris finished Vin's
thought even as he flipped open the cell phone Travis had given him.
The seven men continued on their zigzagging journey. Chris had been cryptic
in his message to Orrin Travis concerning the finger print results, but he
knew from Travis' replies that the man understood his needs and exactly where
to send them. Vin's picture still appeared now and again in the coverage
of the President's death and funeral, keeping the sharpshooter confined to
the RV whenever they stopped for food or supplies.
For the most part they drove 24 hours a day, taking shifts, and stopping
at the occasional campground for a night to use the showers and to replenish
water supplies. During the dark of night, Vin ventured out of the RV, relishing
the night air and momentary freedom. Maneuvering was painful and slow but
he insisted on moving under his own steam even though the activity often
left him short of breath.
"Vin?" Josiah asked, more than a little surprised at the appearance of the
sharpshooter. "Shouldn't you be in bed son?"
"Here, you should at least be sitting," Ezra's voice was low so as not to
disturb any of the others. He slid from the passenger seat and carefully
moved behind Vin, making sure the unsteady man could negotiate into the seat.
Then Ezra moved quietly to the back, looking for something to prop Vin's
leg up on. He settled on an empty metal trashcan he found under a cabinet.
Grabbing a pillow from the lounge he moved back up front. Deciding the can
was still not tall enough, he upended it and sat on it, placing the pillow
across his lap and Vin's leg across it. Then he casually rested his arms
along the back of the captain's seats to hold himself in place.
"Didn't mean ta make ya give up yer seat Ez
"Quite all right Mr. Tanner. Personally, I would be crawling the walls by
now stuck in that bed."
"Pretty much how I'm feelin'."
"Now, if the mattress were filled with feathas, it might be a different matta."
"We'd never get you out of the bed then Ezra." Josiah's low chuckle was joined
"Well I have always preferred the finer comforts of life."
The three men sat in companionable silence as the miles passed behind them.
An hour or so before daybreak Vin made his way back to his bed. Chris closed
his eyes, confident that Vin had made it back safely without falling, and
Eleven days after the death of the President, and Vin's injury, seven road
weary men pulled into Washington DC. They had spent the last half of the
trip going over their plan time and again, bringing up potential problems
and working through all possible scenarios. They were as ready as they could
Several stops were made. A ball cap was purchased to hide Vin's face and
hair. A wheelchair was procured, against Vin's wishes, and a car was rented.
He and Chris would arrive separate. At yet another rental office, Ezra took
possession of a sports car. Finally Buck and JD were dropped off at a bus
stop, and Nathan and Josiah remained with the RV. All weapons had gone with
Chris and Vin, who would be depending on Judge Travis' friend Senator Henry
Jerome, to get them in with the weapons undetected. The others would be entering
Chris and Vin met up with Jerome at a small coffee house. Both men were instantly
on edge when Jerome entered with a second man.
"Gentlemen," Jerome said as he took a seat. "This is Matthew Becket. He heads
up security for my state offices. I've enlisted his assistance. Now before
you say anything," Jerome raised his hand to stop the words forming on Chris'
lips. "I trust Matthew with my life on practically a daily basis. He has
a far better chance of getting you through security than I would alone. They're
used to me bringing my own security in. It seems I make the wrong people
angry." Jerome smiled. Jerome was known for his fight against illegal drugs,
targeting the sources whenever possible.
"All right," Chris said reluctantly. Both he and Vin knew they had to put
their trust in someone in order for their plan to work. But it didn't mean
they would be dropping their guard. "So how do we get in?"
"The simplest story would be for Agent Tanner to be one of Senator Jerome's
constituents," Becket supplied. "He already laid some ground work over the
last few days, saying that he had the son of a good friend coming to visit.
Agent Larabee, you'll be his assistant or driver."
"How we gettin' our weapons in?" Vin, who had been quiet to this point, asked.
"I'll be able to get a few in. I have a few others inside already."
"We have our own men entering."
"I know. I'm sure you already have plans to get their weapons to them." Chris
nodded. "Then gentlemen, let's get this rolling."
The two ATF agents were amazed at how easy it was for them to get inside.
Senator Jerome had no problem with his own personal security agent carrying
in extra weaponry. Once safely in Jerome's offices, both Vin and Chris were
slipped their weapons as well as five others, which they quickly secured
on their bodies somewhere until they could pass them off to their friends.
The weaponry was handled as discretely as possible since security cameras
Chris and Vin excused themselves and momentarily left the offices, pretending
they were using the time to look around and make a visit to the restrooms.
They spotted Ezra across the lobby as Chris wheeled Vin over to a water fountain.
Ezra moved over, leaning in to take a drink from the adjoining fountain.
Chris blocked any possible view as Ezra reached over, retrieving his derringer
from Vin, then moved off to look at some of the displays before he would
be allowed to enter the gallery of the Senate.
Then Chris and Vin entered the nearest Men's room in time to see JD enter
a stall next to the handicapped stall. Vin wheeled himself inside the extra
wide stall and slipped a handgun under the stall wall. Chris was waiting
near the doorway when Buck entered, accidentally bumping up against the blond
agent and receiving a handgun in exchange.
Once Chris and Vin left the restroom they spent some time looking at the
pictures and displays lining the lobby. At one point they moved up next to
Nathan, who pretended to discuss the photo with them as Chris slid a gun
to him. As they headed back to Jerome's office a newspaper on Vin's lap slid
off and fell to the floor. Josiah, who was walking by, bent down and retrieved
the paper, laying the paper back on Vin's lap and pulling out the gun that
lay next to his injured leg, slipping it inside his jacket before standing
and moving on.
By the time they reached Jerome's office it was time to leave for the Senate
session. Jerome was smiling as a report rolled off the fax machine, which
he tucked without comment into a file folder then stood and lead the group
towards the Senate floor.
Because of Vin's "handicapped" status and Jerome's standing in the Senate,
he and Chris had been given special permission to watch the proceedings from
just inside the doorway on the Senate floor. Becket stood with them in his
usual position as personal security to Jerome. Unfortunately from that position
Chris could not see the rest of his team taking their places but he knew
instinctively they were there.
The Senate session began when formerly Vice President, soon to be President,
Stevens took his place on the floor. Vin immediately tensed at the sight
and Chris momentarily dropped his hand to his friend's shoulder. Then they
waited for the proper time to drop their own personal little bomb on Stevens.
As the session progressed Becket slipped out the door, Chris following him
closely, leaving Vin alone in the shadows under the gallery. It was not uncommon
for Becket to take patrols around the halls of the Senate and no one questioned
the fact that Chris was with him. The two men paused at a doorway opposite
the normal entrances. This was the entrance that the Vice President used.
Becket engaged the single Secret Service agent posted there in conversation
as Chris casually moved into position. One swift move and the Secret Service
Agent went out like a light. A handkerchief was quickly stuffed into his
mouth and handcuffs attached to his wrists behind his back. Then Chris cracked
open the door slightly, listening for the beginning of the end for Stevens.
Vin was more nervous than he had ever been in his life. It wasn't the danger
to his own life that bothered him. It was the fact that he had six good friends
whose lives and careers were also on the line that did. But they believed
in him and he was not about to let them down. Stevens deserved to be brought
to justice for the murder of the President. And Vin would gladly be the one
to do it, no matter what the risk to himself. He just wished he could have
kept his friends out of it.
He waited until he knew Chris was in position. Then he waited awhile longer,
needing a slight break in the discussion on the floor before he could jump
in and be heard above the discussions and bantering among the Senators. He
didn't have to wait too long. As Stevens called for new business he began
moving his wheel chair laboriously forward causing a slight murmur to follow
in his wake.
"I have some new business Stevens," he called out when he knew he could be
seen from above. Chris took the disruption to cover his silent entrance into
the room. Vin took note of his friend then continued. "I think we should
discuss yer part in the death of the President."
Stevens looked at Vin, recognition crossing his face before his face went
blank once more. "Security! Remove this man! How did he get in here anyway?"
But the sound of six guns cocking stopped the four Secret Service agents
in their tracks. Behind Vin, Ezra and Buck lithely dropped to the floor from
the gallery above, while Josiah, Nathan and JD remained to guard the others
"I don't know what you're up to, but you will not get away with this. These
proceedings are being broadcast. Your faces are all over the nation." Stevens
said as calmly as possible.
"We're countin' on that," Vin replied as he started his movement forward.
"We feel that the nation deserves ta know how ya plotted the bombin' with
Jose Borega so ya could take over as President. How ya then had yer Secret
Service agents shoot Borega'n his men so's there wouldn't be any witnesses.
But ya left one behind Stevens. Yer men didn't get me. They run outta time
before the ATF come runnin' in."
"This man is insane! He's having delusions. Surely you men don't believe
him? Put down your guns and we'll get him some help."
"I for one, would like to hear more of what he has to say," one of the Senators
in the front row said. Other voices murmured accent.
"My name's Vin Tanner. I'm an ATF agent in Colorado," and Vin launched into
his story. He knew he had to be convincing or they would all be dead before
they went to trial. Stevens would make sure of it. "I was workin' undercover
and followed Jose Borega ta the basement of a store across from the Colorado
Arms Hotel. I heard Stevens talkin' ta Borega about the bomb moments before
it went off. One a his Secret Service agents found me so I got me a real
close look at him. Didn't I Stevens? Even had me a little conversation with
ya before Borega demanded his payment. Paid him real good too, by havin'
him and his men shot. Yer men musta thought I was dead too, after I fell
off the mezzanine. Sloppy work on their part Stevens."
"This is crazy. I was on my way to the airport when the bombing occurred.
Now lets get this man out of here and get on with business." Stevens was
sweating. Even Vin could see it as he continued wheeling forward, closer
and closer to the man that had thrown a country into turmoil. His Secret
Service men made motions like they were going to move, but a renewed show
of force from his friends stopped them.
"I believe that I have proof to the contrary," Jerome stood up, the manila
file with its precious fax inside in his hand.
"Senator Jerome, why am I not surprised that you are involved in this?" Stevens
had stood and stepped forward so that he was perhaps ten feet in front of
Vin. Chris knew the move was to free up his path to the door that Chris now
guarded. The door that Stevens had not yet looked at. "Just what do you have?"
"Your fingerprints Stevens. Found in that department store basement. On the
mezzanine where two men were found dead and from which Agent Tanner fell.
Proof that you were there Stevens."
Stevens started to laugh before suddenly darting towards the door. Vin had
stopped his chair between Stevens and the door and Stevens knocked him over
in his haste. But he was unprepared for Chris stepping into his path. Secret
Service also started to react, intending to follow and protect, but a sudden
swarm of FBI agents into the room stopped them in their tracks. The FBI began
to disarm and handcuff the agents and Stevens as Chris quickly made his way
to the fallen Vin.
Chris could hear Buck and Ezra trying to make their way to the front as well
as Nathan above them, only to be stopped by the FBI until Jerome intervened.
Chris moved the hated wheelchair away as the others made their way down to
their fallen friend.
Vin had of course fallen against the injured leg and lay there clutching
at the knee and grimacing, trying hard to keep the pain at bay and failing
miserably. Chris gathered Vin against him as Nathan supported the knee and
tried to make him comfortable. In the background they could hear an FBI agent
radioing for an ambulance.
"You did a good job Vin," Chris said as Vin grabbed hold of his arm.
"They got him right? Got ever'thin out on TV?"
"Yep, I'd say that in the next hour the whole nation will have seen your
ugly mug flash across their TV set once more," Buck said from his position
over Nathan's shoulder.
"I'd say your undercover days are done for awhile my friend," Ezra added.
Ezra himself had added a ball cap to his abnormally casual attire in an attempt
to hide his features.
"Good." A hiss escaped Vin's lips. "Chris?"
"I think I'd like ta go ta a hospital now, if ya'll don't mind."
The six men around him exchanged looks and grins. "I think that might be
a good idea Pard," Chris answered.
Vin's eyes slowly opened. Anesthesia induced nausea caused him to close his
eyes once more and a cup of ginger ale was pressed against his lips. He took
a few sips, then cracked one eye open. Six pairs of eyes were watching him.
"Thought mebbe this whole thing had been a bad dream
"Sorry Vin, it's all been true." Vin groaned again.
"He's in jail, right? The charges will stick?"
"Yep. He's sitting in jail right now and the FBI is cleaning up Secret Service.
So far they have nine men in custody."
"Good." Vin crunched his eyes closed once more.
"You in pain Vin?" Nathan asked.
"Nah, I'll be okay. When kin I go home?" Vin's comment was met by laughter.
"Some things never change, do they Mr. Tanner?" Ezra replied.
"Reckon not. But when kin I go home?"
"Doctor's say they'll let you out in about a week." Chris supplied.
"A week?" Both of Vin's eyes popped open.
"Unfortunately the damage was harder to repair because so much time had passed.
They want ta keep your leg in traction for a few days. And you're gonna be
a in a wheelchair for awhile before you can use crutches."
"No! No wheelchair! Ain't some invalid..."
Chris stood back, listening to his men banter back and forth. In a week they
would have Vin checked out of the hospital and loaded aboard a private plane
on his way home, courtesy of the US Government. The next few months would
not be easy on him, but he would have six men backing him up, through his
recovery and through the trial and media frenzy that was to come.
Together they would get him through all to come. And together they would
become all the stronger for it.