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Her uncle laughed on the other end of the phone. "You are a Copeland/Vickers through and through Emmy girl. Okay, give me your coordinates and I'll send a plane ASAP. We'll talk further about what to do once you're all safe."
Van pointed to his GPS and she relayed the coordinates to Gaige. When she hung up her teammates in the back all cheered. She couldn't help but smile, they had a long way to go, but she was going to do this. They were going to do this.
Van immediately cut the wires powering the GPS so they weren’t tracked until they could get on a plane.
4
Her comm unit crackled as Sergeant Dildo screamed into her ear. "Copeland, where the fuck are you and what did you do?"
Van pulled his comm unit off and rubbed his ear. "Wow, that was uncalled for."
Charly snarked from the back, "Tell him to get fuc..." She stopped as Diego looked back at her and she remembered the kids were in the vehicle. "Tell him to lower his voice, we have kids in here."
Emmy touched the button on her comm unit, "We're all safe Sergeant."
"I didn't ask you if you were safe, I asked where you were. Now, answer me this minute."
"Sorry sir, I'm not able to do that. But I can tell you this. I quit."
"You can't quit, you're under contract."
"No sir, I was under contract, but you breached that contract when you refused to let us do our jobs because there was money in it for you. Tell me, how much did you make on these kids?"
"You don't know what you're talking about. You better..." Pulling her comm unit out of her ear, she inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly. A smile appeared on her face and it felt good.
Van pulled his comm unit up and tapped, "Sergeant Dillano, this is Donovan Keach, I also quit."
Charly laughed in the back. "Sergeant Dillano, Charlesia Sampson, I quit too."
Diego snorted. "Me to Dillano, Diego Josephs has quit."
Creed waited for a few beats and Emmy wondered if he had changed his mind. It wouldn't matter; once word got out she bet there would be any number of wounded veterans wanting to work for her.
"Sergeant Dillano, this is Creed Rowan. Sir, I am deeply, deeply disturbed by your behavior and plan to fully and completely report you to every officer I can find. I'm going to start a campaign like you have never seen before, letting anyone and everyone from your peers to your superiors to their superiors know what you were willing to do to these kids for money. I'm for certain going to let their parents know." Creed smiled as a string of profanities spewed over the comm unit. Creed looked at the kids, "Don't listen to those bad words kids, he's just a little mad at us right now."
Once Sergeant Dillano had slowed his tirade Creed spoke up once again. "Sergeant Dillano, I quit."
Cheers went up, even one of the kids cheered with them.
Van pulled the Humvee to a stop at the place where Gaige said he'd land to pick them up. It was an old airstrip that had largely been vacated except for the occasional plane here and there. The GHOST pilot, Gavin, had loads of military experience and he wasn't afraid to land anywhere. Emmy looked at the time on her phone; they were a bit early.
The plan was, once they boarded the GHOST plane, she'd text Sergeant Dildo and tell him where he could find his Humvee. Most of their gear was issued by the military, though they didn't officially work for the military at this time. They were considered private contractors and that was the extent of it. So, quitting was an option. Unfortunately, many of the contractors, like Sergeant Dildo, were corrupt. She'd make it her long-term mission to make sure she ferreted out these scumbags and make them pay.
Van looked over at her, "I'd like to talk about a name."
"A name?"
"For your new group."
She turned in her seat to face him. "Okay."
"Before I say anything else, clearly you've had this circling around in your head for a while; what are your thoughts on how we'll get jobs?"
"We'll get them like these guys get them. I have a couple contacts in the military and State Department through my family. I'll pull together a business plan, then pull together some talking points on what we'll do. Recon and Recovery. Special Ops, and I'd like to have a Cyber team to go in the dark web and help us find predators."
"Wow, you have thought about this."
"Yes. For a while now. But, today..." She turned and looked at the three kids sitting in the back seat. "This is what's important." She lowered her voice. "He was going to throw them away."
