Exhilarated by the thought, the general was also exhausted, as were his men. Right now, he and the team needed rest. Even so, when it came time for him and his team to disperse at LAX, to return to their women, see their children, and get back to Monday night football, to take time to live — sort of — the general had yet another surprise for the team.
EPILOGUE
At Los Angeles Airport, Freeman shook each hand, looking straight and clear into each man’s eyes. His eyes watered, he explained, because of “all the crap and dust blown up here around LAX from the hot Santa Anna winds.
“I’m going to need you guys when I plan our next mission — wherever that’ll be.” The team looked at him in astonishment, but Freeman didn’t blink, adding, “It could be sooner than we think, the way this world is. So I want one sure way of contacting each of you at any time. I don’t want to try chasing someone down because they’re out shopping with Mommy at Wal-Mart.” He grinned at Aussie. “Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Good.”