Twisted Saga ReGenesis (Book 3 of 3)

Chapter 2 - Spring Time Play

Quicker than the blink of an eye, spring arrives early, and the wedding is only days away. Ever since the dinner with the family, James has kept a chip on his shoulder. After feeling disrespected by Kyle, James put in his bid to become a liaison between the traditional FBI and the FBI Cyber Division using CBI as his gateway to more power.

"Hey, Kyle, get in here!" James calls out from his desk.

"Yes, sir, what's wrong?" Kyle asks, standing at military rest.

"Only wanted to remind you of one thing. Josh, Gwen, and Delilah are coming in for the wedding, and the last thing I need is him poking around. Not a word about the changes to the prison cities, or you're fired." James threatens.

"Yes sir, not a problem, sir, but if I may speak freely for a moment." Kyle requests trying to maintain his composure.

Shaking his head, James denies the request.

"Not a chance. You wanna keep on the protection detail; then you'll get the hell out of my office right now and get back to work."

Spinning around, Kyle exits his boss's office and returns to his office. Stuck under James' division, he feels, was the worst demotion possible.

As the day grows colder in Columbus, Ohio, out in Coal City, Virginia, it's a warm, bright sunny morning.

"Hey Benton, hand me the ten-millimeter socket, would ya? Need to fasten down the distributor cap so we can try to fire this thing up." Josh calls out, extending his hand from under the hood of his Ford Bronco.

"Sure thing, Bossman, here ya go," Benton replies, from around the corner of the hood.

Taking the socket from his hand, Josh attaches it and slowly fastens down the cap.

"That should do it right there. Let's jump inside and see if it purrs finally."

"Crank it!" Benton yells, off to the side of the classic 70's Bronco.

They listen as the engine fails to turn over and doesn't even budge.

"Son of a bitch!" Josh shouts, smashing his fist into the steering wheel.

"Cool down, Bossman, we'll get it. Let me get the dolly, and I'll slide underneath and see if we missed anything." Benton suggests and lowers himself to the ground.

"Thanks, Red, like that attitude of never giving up."

Benton gets a good chuckle as he reminds Josh of one thing, "Josh, Bossman, I HATE being called Red, please drop it." Benton pleads, sliding under the Bronco.

"Hey, it's not my fault part of your name is Red, now is it, Benton Edmond Redhawk." Josh taunts him over the engine.

"Yeah, yeah, bite me as Lilly would say."

They get a good laugh as Josh examines the engine again in case there's something he missed. Little does he realize that Gwen has walked into the garage, ready to hit the trails from the overnight rainstorm and dirty up her own classic 80's Chevy Blazer.

"Hey boys, still can't get that hunk of junk to work? I told you, love, get a Blazer like mine. You'll be in better shape." She teases, pinching him on the ass.

"Hey, blow me, alright! Not every day you find a Ford Bronco on thirty-twos with a four-sixty big block." He yells back, nearly hitting his head on the hood.

"Yeah, like that means jack to me. Oh well, Lilly's inside on her computer. Don't be too long, got something special for you." Gwen reminds him as she climbs into her SUV and fires it up.