POTUS on a secure video com for the Generals... at least the man waited till after 1000 hours this time. As his smiling face appeared upon the big screen, I knew I wasn't going to like whatever he had to share.

 

"Generals... The Pope is honoring the Worthingtons with a special mass at Saint Peter's Basilica in Rome in two weeks. Your attendance has also been requested to accompany the four Worthingtons and frankly take all the security you can from Fort Connor. I know you'll be reluctant to leave a skeleton force after the recent events but take enough security to protect the Worthingtons. It would be a national disaster to lose any of them. Details are in your secure email. MANY THANKS!" DISCONNECT!

 

This would be a major state event which means full ambassadorial uniforms and all the awards to impress people. It wouldn't be so bad if Yuuto could just invent a miniature air conditioning unit to keep the wearer cool. I wonder how loud POTUS would yell if we wore our Mess Dress instead of our Ambassador outfits? Talk about a bent out of shape POTUS... he would have us on garbage can detail for a month.

 

Before I could have another thought, Doc was on my com demanding my immediate presence in Medical. A most unhappy doctor met me at the entrance and walked me into his office as he slammed the door behind us. "What in the hell is POTUS up to? He wants me at the Vatican with the Worthingtons and you Generals. Of course, full dress uniforms and all my awards. If this is what comes with the Medal of Honor, they can have it back!"

 

After Doc simmered down, I tried to explain to him POTUS was just relaying the request of the Pope. It would be an international insult for us not to attend. Just "suck it up" and we'll have you back in YOUR MEDICAL in a few days. Just remember, your five stars are for life but POTUS can still put you on garbage can detail.

 

Just the thought of being in an enclosed airplane on a trip to Rome with a pissed off doc I was ready to be the practice dummy for our Wolf War Dogs and have a medical excuse so I didn't have to make the trip. With a thought like that Doc could put me on a psych hold and have my competency evaluated. Fortunately, he can't read my mind. Perhaps one of his associates will lend me some drugs to mellow our old curmudgeon out and I'll slip it into his coffee inflight.

 

The Mass was beautiful and truly worthy of all these Worthingtons have done to benefit mankind. The family values of Mama Bear have been carried down through the generations and every Worthington considers it to be a sacred honor to follow in the footsteps of Mama Bear.

 

What surprised us all is the Pope requesting a private meeting immediately after the Mass. As we met in his private office his assistants were dismissed and we met with our "old friend". Our old "chaplain" was as frank and as honest as he could be, but he would never divulge what was shared with him in the confessional.

 

You are only experiencing the calm before the storm... You have won the battle against our old foes the Biker Gang, the remnants of the Ku Klux Klan, and even the radical elements of the Knights Templar but you haven't touched the bulk of the money they have accrued over the years. You have set them back by eliminating their leadership, but their treasurers still exist and the entities had in place a "disaster plan" which would unite their assets and fund small domestic terrorist groups which could then enlarge to threaten the world peace.

 

Texas has long been a bastion for domestic terrorists and has cost the lives of many in Alpha Zulu. In conscience, I must warn you a vast amount of money has been funneled into a terrorist group we all thought was long dead. They have existed for years in obscurity and now with a massive influx of money they plan to wreak havoc upon Alpha Zulu and then the United States. They see Alpha Zulu as what can prevent them from dictating government policy through terrorism. The "Knights of the White Camelia" are the most insidious foe you have yet faced. God will give you the strength and guidance to defeat them and protect our great country. Whatever I can do to help, you only need ask.

 

You need to go as an imminent attack upon Fort Conner exists. Do what you do best: "PROTECT OUR IMPS". Thanking his holiness for his assistance, we genuflected on one knee and kissed his papal ring out of a sign of respect and the utmost of thanks. Hastily returning the American Embassy we had an immediate secure video conference with POTUS and SecDef. Giving them the "Cliff Note" version of our discussion with the Pope we recommended putting Fort Connor on High Alert and we would be returning immediately.

 

It was no surprise as soon as we were airborne we had a Base General from Fort Connor on our com wanting to know "who, what, when, how and why"... I assured him we would share all the information we had upon our arrival but right now know we are facing a new foe with unlimited funds. We have to be prepared for anything and everything. Whatever repairs need to be completed, kick the Pentagon in the ass and get it done YESTERDAY!

 

It wouldn't hurt to ask SecDef for an AWAC on loan for a few weeks and the Navy can always use the practice time at sea. Until we know what we are facing we have to be totally prepared. If our HR Dream Team doesn't have us back at full force, tell them I'll kick their asses up around their shoulder blades if it doesn't happen immediately. And, you can quote me!

 

It was no surprise to see NATO jets providing our Monster plane with air cover and then Navy Fighter Jets providing cover once we were in international air space. When we saw Air Force Fighter Jets replacing the Navy Jets we knew we were getting close to United States Air Space and would be redirected to Fort Connor with Military Priority.

 

Finally, making a smooth landing at Fort Connor, as we exited our megalith plane the Air Force Jets did a low level victory roll over Fort Connor and the "boom" of their engines had many an imp terrified we were under attack again. I was going to have writer cramps thanking the members of NATO, the Naval Air Group and the Air Force Squadron which provided us with protection. Yes, it was an order from POTUS and SecDef but it never hurts to say "Thank You"... especially to officers who had standing orders to take a missile for us if they couldn't destroy it.

 

Doc was back in "command and control" of HIS MEDICAL once he deplaned at Fort Connor. He turned to us and being totally out of character informed us we could have our checkup once we felt Fort Connor was ready to defend against any attack. Protecting our imps was always everyone's first priority.

 

Asking for an immediate meeting of all Senior Staff and Sergeants we shared the information we received about our new threat and our new advisory. Every intelligence agency would be developing reports on the Knights of the White Camelia and we would be kept up to date or POTUS would have their ass well chewed. POTUS felt guilty over the loss of life after relocating Alpha Zulu to Washington. He would never allow it to happen again (on HIS watch)!

 

As none of us assembled were "history buffs" we never knew of the existence of the Knights of the White Camelia. What we did know was they now had an unlimited source of money and that would equate out to high tech equipment to threaten Fort Connor, the men of Alpha Zulu and our precious imps. They had no rationale to destroy Washington as they wanted to control it either by threat, fear or impacting the election of our officials.

 

It was no surprise when POTUS informed us the only way any of Alpha Zulu would be allowed in Texas was with a full Army Special Forces Brigade backing us up. He wasn't losing any "Generals" on his watch. "Don't challenge me on this or you'll be on garbage can duty for months!" DISCONNECT!

 

Doc gave us a 24 hour respite and it was no surprise when he demanded our blood immediately after our morning staff meeting. Doc would be Doc and we'd never change him or want him to change. Many of us owed him our lives and our careers. We all knew the day would come when he would step down and retire but none of us ever were looking forward to that day.

 

At least we finished flag raising and breakfast before OPS announced their infamous: ALERT, ALERT... incoming aircraft refusing all challenges... presumed hostile... this is not a drill, I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

 

Every soldier of Alpha Zulu was either in a full run to his duty station or had an imp under each arm heading toward their bunker. We set a new record in locking down all the imps. I ordered OPS to blow the planes out of the sky the minute it crossed into our restricted air space. GLADLY SIR! As soon as their instruments picked up the missiles launched from our drones they launched a barrage of cruise missiles at Fort Connor. I only hoped we had repairs to our automated gatling guns to bring them down. Three planes launched a total of twelve cruise missiles. At a black market cost of over $1,000,000.00 USD each, someone was spending big bucks to destroy Fort Connor and Alpha Zulu. Between our ground to air missile batteries and our close in automated mini-gun protection, all twelve missiles were destroyed.

 

We were fortunate this time none of the men of Alpha Zulu were injured but we had over 100 terrorized imps which needed the assurance of safety. Every imp had a death grip on a soldier the minute they were released from "lock down". Every man knew he had a duty to assure his imp he was safe and would always be protected. Many soldiers never knew an imp had feelings toward them. This was the start of a bond of friendship and trust that would never be broken.

 

The Chaplain gave a service of "Thanks" that no one in Alpha Zulu was injured and they prayed for the men who lost their lives in attacking Fort Connor. It may be the role of the Chaplains to pray for the lost souls, but the men of Alpha Zulu hoped their souls burned in the eternal fires of HELL! We still had memories of our "brothers" we lost in the last attack on Fort Connor.

 

Within a week a thick briefing book arrived in my secure mail which had been developed by the intelligence agency. It took two hands to lift and it definitely couldn't be considered "light reading". I needed to digest this information and share it with key personnel. Now it is time to develop a "game plan" and attempt to go on the offensive against this insidious foe even if it means Alpha Zulu invading Texas. Let's hope we can kill this group before it can develop tentacles throughout our country.

 

As demanded by POTUS and SecDef as Alpha Zulu descended upon each military base our back up of Special Forces locked it down tight. Everyone from the Base General to the newest recruit was given a full body inspection by our medics and anyone with questionable body art was detained for an in-depth debriefing. (Fortunately, few men in the military have much modesty and we borrowed a couple of Army Nurses with high security clearance to assist us with the female members of each base.)

 

It seemed like the higher the rank the more grief we got from the individual. We gave them the choice of cooperating or retiring immediately. CHOOSE WISELY!

 

POTUS and SecDef never commented on what we did in Texas until it was over and done. Then, their only comment was we made few friends in the military in the State of Texas. Just be careful and proactive if and when you return and remember it will only be authorized with a backup of an Army Special Forces Battalion.

 

(I guess there is a Battalion Commander I owe a case of Scotch for protecting our "six". At least we put the Knights of the White Camelia on notice we wouldn't go away without a fight.)

 

We had no more than returned to Fort Connor and we had to face our worse foe: MOTHER NATURE! Hurricane season was upon us and none of us could change the weather. I had great respect for the airmen who would fly into the eye of a hurricane to gather information to provide us with information so we could prepare for the inevitable.

 

For the first time in years, we would be directly impacted by a hurricane and I only hoped when the Army redesigned Fort Connor they made adequate provisions for an attack by Mother Nature.

 

Imps would be locked down in their bunker alone with our 11 war dogs. That would give me ten armed soldiers plus 11 mean, nasty War Dogs if anyone could breech the door to the imps bunker.

 

The new barracks for our men were rated for protection against a hurricane as were our medical facilities. I only hoped our Chapel would survive the attack by mother nature. We were told to expect gale force winds for up to four hours in duration. What no one expected was a couple of men with more guts than brains that proceeded to do a halo drop as the eye of the hurricane passed over Fort Connor.

 

It was obvious to OPS viewing our radar of the intruders and the full manpower of Fort Connor responded to the threat. After our automated mini guns fired upon the jumpers we watched as they fell into the ocean to be the gourmet treat of our resident sharks. I only hoped our bullets killed them before our sharks gorged upon their "tasty treat". No men of Alpha Zulu were injured and that was my priority.

 

After twelve hours of facing the worse Mother Nature could throw at us, we survived. Fort Connor was waterlogged and would take a few weeks to "dry out". Our buildings survived which I was definitely sending a letter of thanks to the Army Engineers. Our imps were most anxious to have their soccer field dry out and there was many a mud covered imp who were most impatient soccer players.

 

Doc kept his staff busy cleaning and stocking supplies. It seemed like a full cargo plane of supplies arrived for Doc and his staff couldn't believe how proactive their "boss" was being. They needed to remember, they could easily be the patient he and his staff were treating.

 

I never questioned Doc the supplies he ordered or the quantity although SecDef took one look at the supply requisition and gave me that "over his glasses" look of disbelief. He signed off and Doc was happy. Keeping Doc happy and content was a goal of everyone in Alpha Zulu.

 

My video conference with SecDef was cut short by the all too apparent sound of mortar shells raining down upon Fort Connor. The imps were in their classroom and it was easily to lock them down into their bunker. So long as a mortar didn't make a direct hit on any of our men their ceramic armor should protect them. I activated "Connor" to provide backup for our men in case any hostile attempted to penetrate our defenses.

 

OPS located the cigar boats which were lobbing us with mortars and I authorized OPS to BLOW THEM OUT OF THE WATER! (Our sharks were dining all too well of late.)

 

The new experimental missiles Worthington Industries were providing us definitely had more destructive power than what was being provided to the Army Forces in the middle east. I knew we were the testing ground of much of the new products developed by Worthington and so far every new product helped us in protecting our imps.

 

As soon as we returned to normal status, I was on the com with SecDef politely asking him to expedite the rest of our replacement equipment we requisitioned. I never want to be out gunned and it seems like this adversary is well funded and spending their money on high tech military grade armament.

 

SecDef only had one recommendation and he was making it emphatically. Park and store your "flying billboard" at Andrews in its hardened hangar. I'll order 24/7 military police security for it but if it got hit by a mortar at Fort Connor all four Worthingtons would have coronaries. It was bad enough asking for $10,000,000.00 USD in replacement for equipment damaged or destroyed in the last major incursion. But, a $100,000,000.00 USD mega plane which would take five years to replace would be a major challenge to get approved either by Congress or the Worthington Board of Directions. Just be proactive, it only means waiting an hour for it to arrive if you need to transport a large number of Alpha Zulu personnel or make an extended junket for POTUS.

 

I have to thank SecDef for within a week the balance of what we requisitioned in equipment arrived and our men all worked cooperatively in installing and making it operational. A few additional pieces of equipment were still on backorder but at least now we were back with our normal supply of defensive equipment.

 

Our men were having orgasms in their BDUs when two new HUGE Predator Drones arrived from Worthington Industries and were turned over to our OPS. The maintenance crews had them loaded with armaments within hours and I would be owing T&T and Luke and John plenty of Scotch for our new tools. Let's just hope the fuel gauges work correctly on these new drones.

 

Luke was on my Video Com almost immediately after our new drones arrived. "How do you like your new toys? They use half the fuel, carry twice the amount of armament and can stay airborne for over weeks without refueling." I only quipped to Luke: "You did fix the fuel indicator"? Giving me a well known finger gesture he hit the DISCONNECT!

 

We received our new Predator Drones none too soon. Within hours of them being readied OPS advises long range AWAC is shown a mass of what appears to be over 1,000 small drones headed toward Fort Connor. Authorizing our new Predator drones to be put on an intercept course, once you have visual confirmation, blow those damn things out of the sky.

 

Of the 1,000 drones detected by our overhead AWAC less than 100 actually made it through our defenses. These 100 drones had to face our men with combat shotguns who were shooting EXPERT as they brought drone after drone crashing down to earth. We still had to put men in danger as we verified the payload was either destroyed or we had to have men disarm them before we could let any imp out of lockdown.

 

Again, Yuuto to the rescue with his program showing where every drone landed or was brought down impacting Fort Connor.

 

We warned out imps if they ever find a drone anywhere at Fort Connor they were to signal OPS with their com immediately and to stay far, far, FAR away from it.

 

As we had an open dialogue with both the Yakuza and Mossad as it was time to ask them what information if any they had on the Knights of the White Camelia. To my surprise, both agencies had never heard of it. I quickly informed them of its existence and gave them the "thumb nail" overview of this new domestic terrorist organization.

 

The Worthingtons were proactive enough to fast track Yuuto's son within the Worthington R&D (Research and Development) program. Within two years of his graduating from M.I.T. (with honors) he was heading the entire Research and Development Program for Worthington. He was fortunate to have his Father for a source of information if he required assistance, but his "young blood" and enthusiasm only replicated that which made his father the outstanding leader of the Worthington Brain Trust.

 

SecDef and the Worthingtons had an "off the record" meeting to discuss the security of our young new member of the brain trust. We all knew what a challenge it was to protect Yuuto at times and the number of times it took POTUS to threaten him with being locked down at a black ops site. I have suggested and POTUS has approved a direct commission as a Bird Colonel attached to Alpha Zulu. We just need your approval to make it happen. APPROVED without any reservation... now how to we make it happen.

 

The Worthingtons and I have a fool proof way so leave that to us. As our young little imp would be making a number of presentations to Worthington programs around the country, Luke and John insisted he visit our friendly tailor and be fitted for some new suits.

 

Our tailor was advised to make an Alpha Zulu uniform for our young imp and not to mention a word of it to him. The suits can be delivered to him at his Worthington office, but his uniform is delivered to the Generals at Fort Connor.

 

Yuuto, his partner and his son were the guests at a Friday night banquet for the Worthingtons at Fort Connor. As we all gathered in our Great Room prior to leaving for retreat and our evening meal our young imps was in shock when Yuuto appeared in his Alpha Zulu uniform of a full Colonel in the Army. "You never told me?" Yuuto only smiled and commented your uniform is hanging in your room. It is one of the perks of being the head of R&D for Worthington Industries.

 

Now go get changed, the celebration tonight is in honor of your being commissioned in the United States Army. Our little imp looked pretty sharp as he returned in his new uniform. The Worthingtons as expected presented our special imp with a beautiful saber to accentuate his new uniform. Along with a fantastic presentation quality Glock equal to what was presented to us Generals. It took our little imp a few minutes to learn how to walk without falling flat on his face tripping over his saber and he vowed to get even for our laughter.

 

As I issued the command: "Tokugawa Yoshimune Meat-Goodman Kinugasa, front and center!" Are you prepared to take your Commissioning Oath as a Colonel in the Army of the United States. "With the guidance of my ancestors I accept this great honor."

 

As Yuuto and his partner held a bible for our young imp I gave him his Commissioning Oath...

 

"I Tokugawa Yoshimune Meat-Goodman Kinugasa, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God!"

 

I saluted our young imp as the men erupted in praise for this man they cherished as much as they did his father.

 

As the proud fathers pinned on his silver Eagles, we then dismissed the men for our evening mess and the imps were like a stampeding herd of wild horses as they headed to the mess. We warned our newest officer not to get in the way of the imps and their meals if he valued his life. I offered our guests the honor of going in line before our men and they opted to remain with us and let the men go first. "These are the men who risked their lives, they deserve the right to go first." Yes, I was starting to get proud of this new little imp and he definitely had good value structure taught to him by his fathers.

 

I made certain OPS sent the video of Tokugawa's commissioning ceremony to everyone on Base who was on duty and I'd forward a copy to Hikaru in Japan so he could be a proud of his adopted family.

 

Hikaru only commented to me how much he would enjoy an Alpha Zulu uniform than the one he had to wear. He got little sympathy from me considering this damn Ambassador Uniform I had to wear. "Suck it up little man, you'll get no sympathy here!"

 

The Worthingtons and I had one last conspiracy to make in the life of our little imp. Asking our HR Dream Team to join us for Brunch at the Penthouse they knew a big "ASK" would be the price for this "free brunch". Will you please use Yuuto's matching program and find a good match for our newest imp officer so we can make him his protector. Hopefully, then... nature can take care of the rest.

 

Within a week, our HR Dream Team announced we had a new protector candidate on his way to the Penthouse for our interview and his command performance with POTUS. We Generals flew into Washington and spend an enjoyable night of socializing with our guest at the Worthington B&B. Finally, we got down to the importance of this meeting. We have a very special imp who if anything happened to him it could mean the lives of thousands of soldiers. You have been selected out of over a million men in the United States Military... we hope you will accept the position and the challenge. (Like how could he say NO?) Before any of us could continue this discussion there was a knock at the door and a three star military attaché for POTUS entered and announced our new Protector was expected at the White House 0900 hours tomorrow. Don't be late, POTUS has a full schedule tomorrow.

 

Our newest Protector went into instant panic. Even Captains go into shock when they have a command performance for their Commander-in-Chief. I told him POTUS is a pussy cat, don't sweat it. Just answer honestly and truthfully... you'll have no problem.

 

Our new Captain was a basket case as he left for the White House and fortunately POTUS was in a fatherly mode today. He explained the value Yuuto had been to our military and his Son has inherited his responsibilities at the head of Worthington R&D. His loss would devastate our military and threaten far too many lives. My one question for you... would you protect this small imp with your life? After hearing the value of this little imp from POTUS our new Captain could only answer YES!

 

Returning to the Penthouse we debriefed him on his meeting with POTUS. He would be meeting with our friendly tailor in the morning and then we'd start the paperwork with our HR Dream Team for his security clearance. Once that was done, we would orientate him at Fort Connor and fit him for his side arms and his security briefcase which we all loved... NOT!

 

We had no idea of how Tokugawa would react when he receives the news he has a full time 24/7 protector as a shadow in his life. We hope he will understand the necessity for it and we privately hoped he'll fall in love with the man we selected. So far Yuuto's matching program has a score of 100%. We all hoped it would again as we used it to select a Protector for his son.

 

Tokugawa was silent and totally introverted when we appraised him of this new addition to his life. He rose and walked out of the conference room, finally turning and asking his Protector to join him. This was either going to be a match made in heaven or a major disaster within the Worthington world.

 

Tokugawa finally reached his office as he closed the door and locked it after his Protector entered. Hitting the security switch the windows all turned opaque. Looking straight into his protectors eyes he openly admitted he was gay and his protector was a walking wet dream. I'll never be able to keep my hands off of your body. His protector didn't need to answer as he wrapped his arms around his little imp and gave him a kiss that left him gasping for air and wearing wet soggy underwear. Tokugawa hadn't "creamed his jeans" since his teenage years. Yuuto admitted privately to us the next day we did select the right man. They only used one bedroom last night. Our new little imp was doing the walk of shame as he and his protector joined his fathers for brunch the next morning.

 

Tokugawa and his fathers were very open regarding sexuality and Tokugawa admitted to his fathers he had the best sex he had ever experienced in his life. This had his Protector turning multiple shades of red in embarrassment. Yuuto only smiled and commented to our new Protector: "Welcome to the family"!

 

Yuuto proudly announced to his son his fathers were taking a long overdue honeymoon to Japan and hopefully we don't get kidnapped this time. You can always reach us on our coms if you have any questions and we will only need to program in your access codes for the Panic Room.

 

Yuuto and his partner flew out with first class tickets provided by the Worthingtons. Tokugawa and his Protector took the day off and never left his bedroom. It was a toss up as to whether Tokugawa's ass or his Protectors cock was the worse for wear but neither man wanted to wear any clothing for the next 24 hours. Tokugawa was falling in love and his Protector had already fallen down that rabbit hole. Within a month Tokugawa and his protector requested a video com and announced they wanted to be married. As with all members of Alpha Zulu we required premarital counseling with one of our Chaplains.

 

The Fathers were surprised to return from their "honeymoon" to find their son married to his Protector. Yes, the men were joined in eternal love and matrimony at a military ceremony in the Chapel at Fort Connor. Their fathers really missed one fantastic (if not somewhat perverted) bachelor party thrown by the squad Sergeants and the shady comments of the off duty men in attendance. If these two men didn't have one fantastic sex life it wouldn't be because of the men of Alpha Zulu. Fortunately, no record exists of their bachelor party so I'm told but OPS records everything that happens at Fort Connor, so I know one exists somewhere. At least I know I have some leverage with the little guy if and when I ever need it.

 

Damn, did I get chewed out by POTUS and SecDef for not telling them about the Wedding and Bachelor Party. They would have crashed it if they had known. I didn't make up the guest list so it has to be "guilt by association" and frankly I doubt if anyone would have had as much fun if you two "wet blankets" had made it.

 

Within a few months Dale and Dwight walked over to the R&D building and asked to see Tokugawa and his Protector. "Didn't your fathers talk to you about safe sex and babies?" Tokugawa didn't understand, he couldn't get pregnant or could he. Would you like to meet your new son? As Tokugawa passed out he was caught in the strong arms of his Protectors. Reviving him, Dale commented you two are the perfect set of fathers for this young man. Just enter your electronic signature on these forms and we'll schedule the interview. Trembling with excitement both men entered their electronic code and a few mouse clicks later the information was on the way to the orphanage.

 

Taking the afternoon off and returning home they had a full agenda to clean out the vacant room next to their bedroom and get it ready for their son. It took a couple of nights to paint it and then let their fingers do the walking on their laptop to pick out the furniture for their son. Assured by the company they could deliver it within a few days and setup was included in the price.

 

A few days later Dale video conferenced with Tokugawa and informed him of the meeting to meet their son the next day. Worthington security has been notified and is prepared for your trip. The agenda for the day is on your Protectors laptop.

 

Tokugawa and his partner had a beautiful young imp running into their arms in wild enthusiasm. "Roger told me all about you two and how much in love you are. Thank you for making me part of your family and I'll always bring honor to you and our ancestors."

 

Yes, Dale and Dwight had selected a beautiful little Japanese imp who would become their son. The father would tend to spoil him as he was so precious to them. They would continue the Fort Connor tradition of having a popcorn and movie night each week where their son would cuddle between them and be held securely in the arms of his fathers if his grandfather didn't usurp his fathers. The family knew within a year it would be best to have their son relocate to Fort Connor so it would be necessary for the family to take weekend trip to Fort Connor and expose their son to the potential which awaited him.

 

It was shortly after the final adoption decree was issued that their son came to his fathers with tears in his eyes. He admitted he loved his fathers more than he ever thought possible to love anyone. But, you two work long hours and I miss you so much. I know what you do is so important so I don't complain. Grandpas aren't getting any younger and they need their quiet senior years. I love the men of Alpha Zulu and please don't be upset when I ask to live there and go to school there in the fall. Tokugawa and his partner held their son in their arms and told him he was loved so much. All the arrangements would be made and I'm certain the Generals can find room for you in the imps bunker.

 

It was a sad day for the fathers when they walked down the plane ramp behind their son. All three were warmly welcome to Fort Connor and the fathers knew they would be leaving without their son. Doc was being Doc but also warm and paternal. All the required booster shots were given and the young imp was chipped without incident. Tokugawa knew how many extra miles he would be required to run if he stayed for dinner at Fort Connor. But, they were damn delicious miles and far worth the caloric penalty.

 

Tokugawa and his partner hugged and kissed a tearful imp as they departed Fort Connor and now faced the Professional responsibilities they accepted becoming the head of the Worthington Brain Trust. Their son however lonely... he knew his fathers would be a great asset to the United States Military. Truer words were never spoken.