SAFE HAVENS: Shadow Masters (A Sean Havens Black Ops Novel Book 1) by J.T. Patten Page B
Authors: J.T. Patten
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bit taken aback. Not sure if she was scared or impressed. Maybe there was something behind that quiet, friendly husband of hers. Soft power, she thought to herself as he gently kissed her lips and released her wrists.
But despite that one incident she knew the real action heroes in the basement left when the drinking was done. They would cut through the shadows to their cars, usually pickup trucks and rental SUVs. She assumed they drove or flew back to their lairs with their bags of empty bottles and trash, while her husband came up to bed drunker than he should be at that age.
He probably had a harder time keeping up with his ‘bubbas’ who didn’t have so much family baggage. Although she was secure in herself that Sean never saw his family as baggage. He was genuinely happy to be at home.
And on those nights that he would stumble up the stairs after a night with the boys, she would kiss his forehead and let him snore it off as she nestled on his arm and rocked as his chest rose and fell in deep slumber. She would whisper to him hoping he may wake and take her. She felt so secure in his presence.
As her mind raced in sleeplessness she would shift to wondering what she was thinking. After all, he was a consultant, a volunteer coach for the Park District, and a guy who just reads a lot and makes a bigger deal about traveling to third world countries than he probably should. She wondered if he even knew how to shoot a gun.
Hurry home, Sean. I miss you.
You also left a sandwich downstairs just sitting out. But you will never know that I find that endearing about you and it makes me feel that you are still here with us when you are away. We have a lot to talk about and a young woman who really misses her dad. Safe travels, my love.
Chapter 8
H avens had consolidated his non-travel gear in the apartment and left it for the cleanup crew who would sanitize the safe house sometime after his departure. They would not come too soon in the event he had to return for some supplies or safety. Someone else would run the countersurveillance and technical security checks this time to make sure the hide site was reusable for the next dark pilgrim.
Sean was bugging out and would be all eyes in front at this point.
He would mail his other passport to an address by his home in the event he was detained for some reason. In his experience, it was never good to be found with another passport depicting another identity. It was much easier to get out of a situation by having too little information than too many identities.
As a business consultant, his best weapon when confronted was Joe Average attitude, frustration, and open threats. An individual acting too calm and too patient under duress was a red flag to those looking for behavioral clues of deceit and subterfuge.
Havens had identified a FedEx location where he would send off his triple wrapped contents. It was lucky for him that UPS and FedEx had lifted their recent ban on package service from Yemen. It had been suspended after two explosive devices originating from that country were found on cargo planes.
After his conversation with Ethiopian John, Havens didn’t feel comfortable going to the U.S. Embassy in Sana’a and having his creds sent back home in a diplomatic pouch. It sounded like they were having an interagency human resources mess.
Hell, they will probably tape another guy’s picture over mine and give the passport to him for a quick fix cover for action or status. Unbelievable.
He made a quick call to a friend who did not pick up the phone. He’s probably in a SCIF and left the cell in the car.
Havens left a message asking a small favor to keep an eye on the house for a day or two until he got home. Christina may be opposed, he had said in the message, so if she doesn’t let you in, camp out until my return. Please park out front and you will be graciously rewarded in the future. Please get this message.
Sean grabbed some small benign items that he would
But despite that one incident she knew the real action heroes in the basement left when the drinking was done. They would cut through the shadows to their cars, usually pickup trucks and rental SUVs. She assumed they drove or flew back to their lairs with their bags of empty bottles and trash, while her husband came up to bed drunker than he should be at that age.
He probably had a harder time keeping up with his ‘bubbas’ who didn’t have so much family baggage. Although she was secure in herself that Sean never saw his family as baggage. He was genuinely happy to be at home.
And on those nights that he would stumble up the stairs after a night with the boys, she would kiss his forehead and let him snore it off as she nestled on his arm and rocked as his chest rose and fell in deep slumber. She would whisper to him hoping he may wake and take her. She felt so secure in his presence.
As her mind raced in sleeplessness she would shift to wondering what she was thinking. After all, he was a consultant, a volunteer coach for the Park District, and a guy who just reads a lot and makes a bigger deal about traveling to third world countries than he probably should. She wondered if he even knew how to shoot a gun.
Hurry home, Sean. I miss you.
You also left a sandwich downstairs just sitting out. But you will never know that I find that endearing about you and it makes me feel that you are still here with us when you are away. We have a lot to talk about and a young woman who really misses her dad. Safe travels, my love.
Chapter 8
H avens had consolidated his non-travel gear in the apartment and left it for the cleanup crew who would sanitize the safe house sometime after his departure. They would not come too soon in the event he had to return for some supplies or safety. Someone else would run the countersurveillance and technical security checks this time to make sure the hide site was reusable for the next dark pilgrim.
Sean was bugging out and would be all eyes in front at this point.
He would mail his other passport to an address by his home in the event he was detained for some reason. In his experience, it was never good to be found with another passport depicting another identity. It was much easier to get out of a situation by having too little information than too many identities.
As a business consultant, his best weapon when confronted was Joe Average attitude, frustration, and open threats. An individual acting too calm and too patient under duress was a red flag to those looking for behavioral clues of deceit and subterfuge.
Havens had identified a FedEx location where he would send off his triple wrapped contents. It was lucky for him that UPS and FedEx had lifted their recent ban on package service from Yemen. It had been suspended after two explosive devices originating from that country were found on cargo planes.
After his conversation with Ethiopian John, Havens didn’t feel comfortable going to the U.S. Embassy in Sana’a and having his creds sent back home in a diplomatic pouch. It sounded like they were having an interagency human resources mess.
Hell, they will probably tape another guy’s picture over mine and give the passport to him for a quick fix cover for action or status. Unbelievable.
He made a quick call to a friend who did not pick up the phone. He’s probably in a SCIF and left the cell in the car.
Havens left a message asking a small favor to keep an eye on the house for a day or two until he got home. Christina may be opposed, he had said in the message, so if she doesn’t let you in, camp out until my return. Please park out front and you will be graciously rewarded in the future. Please get this message.
Sean grabbed some small benign items that he would
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