James,

First S.E.A. is up as promised, meet the men tasked with taking down Will White:

Would love to join the training in December but will be out of town for a while.

Respectfully,

James R. Andersen

“YOU RUINED IT!” Susy screamed as she slammed a wooden spoon onto the pan, splattering the kitchen with corn and hot mayonnaise.

“I was trying to fix it.” Niel pleaded with the Irish-Italian fireball.

“Maybe if you used your fucking BRAIN for once!” She continued as if he hadn’t said anything, “Just THINK. God damnit!”

Niel walked away. He knew there was no reasoning or consoling her once the rage started, only time would calm her down. He walked into his office and ignored the tirade of clattering pans and expletives coming from the kitchen. Sitting at his desk he opened his laptop and scrolled through some emails, all worthless. He didn’t feel like working anyway.

“I worked ALL DAY on this special cinco de mayo dinner!” Susy growled from the other room, speaking mostly to herself, “And it's RUINED. Who wants hot mayonnaise?”

Niel knew she was right, he had ruined it, and she worked hard on it. He felt bad for that, but deep down he just didn’t care. Life had become too domestic lately, he was spending too much time at home and work wasn’t much better. The ‘special unit’ he was assigned to was going nowhere, dead end deployments and the shoothouse and range days were the only break to the drudgery of admin. The story was the same from every guy he talked to, rangers, special forces, SEALs, Marsoc, BORTAC. Only Delta and Devgru do anything real after all...