… Ian and the guys were sitting in the mess hall, drinking coffee and shooting the breeze. The only one missing was Slick, and God only knew where he’d disappeared to. They’d all been invited to a party, hosted by some Air Force babes that Cage had met within fifteen minutes of landing here … surprise, surprise! Ian wasn’t sure if he would go, but maybe he should at least make an appearance to avoid the ragging he would get about his libido, or lack thereof. Besides, after the reprimand he’d gotten from General Adams, he could use a beer … or five. It was almost nine p.m., so the large room was mostly empty. The SEALs of Force Squad were full, relaxed and rehashing their mission for about the tenth time, not counting the unpleasant meeting with General Adams. Ian didn’t like being called on the carpet; it reminded him too much of his father, always criticizing him, never praising. Even when he’d finally given in and gone to officers candidate school, that hadn’t been enough.
