And now Ranger got to go back to Alaska where he made soup—albeit good soup, yes—and answered the radio.

Hoo-yah.

He and Ham sat at a picnic table just off the beach near the mansion, next to a small Mexican place that Colt couldn’t stop raving about. Noemi left to get another drink, inside the small hole-in-the-wall café.

He picked up a chip. Dipped it in the queso. “What can we do?”

Overhead, the sky was a perfect blue, not a hint of storm. They sat under an umbrella, the sounds of the ocean waves soft against the shore.

Ham set down the overflowing pork burrito he was eating and grabbed a napkin for the juice that ran down his wrist. Sopped it up. He wore a T-shirt, the sleeves tight against his biceps, shorts, a pair of sunglasses. The man always looked like some SEAL poster child, despite being away from the Teams for a number of years now. But like Noemi said, once a SEAL, always a SEAL, and probably that was the problem.

In his bones, Ranger would also always be a SEAL.

“We do nothing until Roy and Logan track it down. But I can’t escape the idea that whoever has it is still planning to use it, somewhere,” Ham said.

“Not Disney.”

“No. Probably at none of the Disney resorts, or even the surrounding big parks. The Disney complex area is one big no-fly zone. The only place you can fly inside the perimeter is a former airstrip that was once used for private planes, and Mr. Disney himself.”

“Really.” Ranger took a drink of his bubbly water.

“They’re actually having an air show this weekend. Small planes, acrobats, bombers—the usual. But the security will probably be crazy, even there.”

Ranger capped his drink. “And now, we just sit on our hands and wait.”

“And hope we find the canister before the S-poxR is deployed,” Ham said.

“It’s always hurry up and wait.”

Ham picked up the burrito again, rearranged the wrapper. “It took ten years to get bin Laden. But it happened.” He held up his fist.

Ranger bumped it. They hadn’t been on the DevGroup team who took the terrorist leader out, but it was a win for all SEALs.

Ham took a bite of the burrito. Set it down and wiped his mouth. “I know what you can do while you’re waiting.”

Ranger reached for another chip. “Hmm?”

“Join Jones, Inc.”

Everything inside Ranger stilled. “What?”

Ham wiped his fingers. “I need a guy like you on my team. You think on your feet. Adapt. See the big picture. You’re not afraid to do the hard things. And your attack strategy worked.”

“Only because my brother intercepted the getaway.”

“And you didn’t hesitate to keep that from being a disaster either.”

“Doing my job.”

“I’d like it to be full time. For us.”