All five of his teammates wore a similarly confused-looking expression in reaction to their leader’s vague orders to “suit up and let’s roll”. “Excuse me, sir.” He raised his hand and got the attention of the commander. “Could you clarify? What exactly is our assignment?” In the front of the room stood a rolling rack that held black trousers, white button-down shirts, short black coats and bow ties. Six of each and all on hangers under clear plastic, the reason the team had the same baffled look on their faces. They usually wore flak jackets and weapons, not waiters’ jackets and bow ties. The commander remained unfazed by the doubt-filled question. “You heard me, Gordon. Change into the black-and-whites. Tonight, you’ll all be waiters. Except for Coleman, he’ll be manning the communications equipment, and your brother, he’ll be a bartender.” “Why do you get to tend bar?” Jimmy frowned at his brother, Jack, seated next to him. “Because I’m so pretty, I need to be behind something sturdy to keep the women off me?”
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