Something happened, I know it. My son was still showing signs of shock when Eric brought him back to the Hydra -- my bodyguard himself showed signs of having seen conflict, a bruise forming on what was visible of his high cheekbone; his civilian garb of bluejeans and a black sweater with his long duster coat and the scarf he wore to cover the most of the lower half of his face showed dust and grim on the back, knees and forearms, with his normally sleeked back black hair spiking up in places. A couple faint bootprints were visible on the panels of his black duster, while the rumpled hair looked as though someone had grabbed him by the hair in order to get close enough to make that bruise on his face; in the tails and sleeves of his coat were tears from a projectile weapon along with a few slash marks from a bladed weapon.
We had barely assembled when Eric announced with grim certainty:
"G.I. Joe is here."
I straightened, "You can verify?"
"Contact was regrettably established, My Lady -- I spotted the woman Scarlett with two others, a male and female, that were not in the Baroness's dossiers and ducked into an establishment with Jamie. We made an order to look as though we were nothing more then tourists, but they were suspicious enough to follow. We retreated out the back and I sent Jamie to the rendezvous ahead of me before leading two of them, Scarlett and the unknown male, off in the other direction over the rooftops." Eric elaborated in blunt, precise words; he never was one for embellishment unless prodded.
"I...I took the long way and got lost a couple times...." my adopted son muttered, scuffing his shoe against the deck as he looked at the floor; there was a blush of embarrassment and a posture of shame at the admission before not only myself but the others of the command for this operation.
"It's alright, you were in a foreign environment in a stressful situation," I reassured him. "You're still learning. You managed to avoid contact and capture, which is the most important thing."
There was a brief question and answer, revolving around the contact between the two Eric had engaged -- seeing as he was giving a report, he didn't mince words even though Jamie was present and the boy flinched a few times at the thought of either of the two he engaged making some of the near misses evident by his attire; I had a feeling my bodyguard had a few 'scratches' under that coat of his.
The fight between the pair of Joes and my bodyguard was what I'd expect of Eric; fast and brutal on his part -- he is called Black Mamba after all, a swift, vicious, and deadly fighter, like the snake he's named for -- until Scarlett had been forced as commanding officer of the duo to retreat after conferring over her radio about another of their team under attack to provide backup to them.
Of course, using what I knew of my youngest as I watching him during my bodyguard's briefing...he was hiding something. He only scuffed his feet like that when he omitted something, trying to lie without really lying. The others would only see that the young teen was embarrassed and disappointed at his inability to fight off the Joes like his 'uncle'...but then, none of them were Jamie's mother, none but me...
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