SEALs

Chapter Two

Here I sat on this uncomfortable plastic chair in the middle of this sweltering hot office, my t-shirt sticking to my back and my hand rubbing my face again before dropping my sunglasses back on my nose. Being sweaty was something I hated but it came with the job especially when you were stationed in a country like this one where there were hardly any clouds let alone rain. Only the fan above my head and the open doors gave myself and the receptionist any relief from the heat of the morning sun.

I had to admit the woman sitting behind the desk was very pretty. But being in a country where most women covered their bodies and faces might be a reason why I was checking her out. She was slim with tanned skin and large brown eyes that shifted up to look at me a few times. She was of middle-eastern decent but instead of covering her face she only had a colourful scarf wrapped around her head, showing her small, pretty features. It was a damn shame she was wearing a suit jacket and pants. I could really go for a look at her long legs that she crossed under the table…

The honking of a horn made me wake out of my lust filled stupor and focus on the traffic outside the doors. I could see the gates that locked us inside the SEALs headquarters from where I sat. The building we used was once a radio/television station but it went out of business a few months ago so the building went up for sale. If you listened quietly you could hear the talking from upstairs. Our Intel centre was on the second floor of the two story building where the people with desk jobs went. They had God damn air-conditioning for 'the computers' but the first floor didn't. Commander John Highland's office was on this floor, behind the pretty receptionist, as well as a small clinic for those SEALs with minor wounds. Luckily I had yet to visit that office or the cities hospital.

Port Italia, the capital, wasn't a very busy city when you really thought about it. Hell, it wasn't any Chicago but it was the most populated place in Tembo Bara. Located right on the Red Sea it was an important port and the place where the wealthier of the population lived. Buildings up to fifteen stories held many cramped apartments and the skinny streets always had some kind of traffic with cars and bikes running into one another. The place literally didn't sleep and horns and shouting could be heard all night long. It was a huge difference from the little village my team had just left yesterday.

That reminded me of the guys waiting outside by the Jeep we were given for transportation around the deserts. We'd treated the last mission as a victory when our back up arrived and collected the weapons we'd discovered. They'd been taken to safer place and put under constant guard. Maybe they'd discover what was up about those blue cell phones. But anyway, it was out of our hands now. It was time to move on to a new project.

Suddenly Joe's jovial laughter rang out over the traffic outside and I immediately wanted to go out there to see what was so funny. But it seemed the bunt of their joke walked into the room, her dark hair flying everywhere and her glasses falling down her nose as she struggled to keep a hold of the folders and papers stacked in her arms. I got up to help her but she shook her head stubbornly and moved the stack to her hip, making it a little bit easier for her to hold.

"You sure you don't want help?" I asked, holding out my hands to catch anything if it fell.

"I'm…fine, Davis," she puffed, sweating bullets as her hands continued to slip. "I got this…handled."

"I can see that," I chuckled. "But come on Jamie. You don't ask anybody for help, do you?"

She shifted the bunch to her other hip. "What can I say?" she said. "I'm independent."

Independent was definitely a word to describe Jamie Knox. I wouldn't say she was a feminist but she did love to get down and dirty just like the guys. She hated the desk job she was given by the Commander as Intelligence. Jamie was someone who loved action and always wanted to be a part of it. It was a damn shame Highland didn't think the same thing about her. I was pretty sure he still saw her as an innocent little girl but she definitely wasn't. Well she was a woman and a very beautiful woman at that with long dark hair, navy blue eyes, tanned skin and an athletic build. She was one to make the men drool although she acted more like a guy than the prissy little princess they all painted her as in their minds. But me and the guys only saw her as a sister, plus she was engaged.