Hondo I. Sackett
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As Hondo ate his breakfast Valentine finished up cleaning up from their mess and disappeared up to their room. Hondo listened to the antic of Charles team, as he ate in silence. Bourbon was a bit over the top for him and Dale seemed to be his normal, gullible self, for now. The way this mission was going, though, he would be up to his waste in death before it was all over. Death had a way of changing a person. The change was not always good, but it usually had the effect of forcing one to grow up. There were some who seemed more childish after experiencing the taste of death around them or taking life with their own hands, but those people were trying to hide from it, as no one can stay gullible or innocent to the ways of life after such experiences. But normally, those with a goofy, happy-go-lucky spirit, usually were pulled into a sullen reality of which changed their very nature, after such experiences. The Rescue Rangers thought they had seen adversity and hardship, but there were things far darker than what they had seen in the past. Their eyes had been shielded from this dark world by friends and by their own naiveite, but this would soon change for the ex-ranger members. Hondo shook his head after a moment, rinsed off his plate, and stuck it in the dishwasher. It was not quite full yet and Charles’s team had yet to finish eating so he left it off for now. He left the group and headed upstairs, seemingly unnoticed, as his presence did not matter to most of them, but his sentiments were not far from the same. They were there as guests of Fernando, as they all were, but Hondo had seen government agency protocols get in the way of doing what was right before, so he lacked trust of any group that worked for any agency. True, they were not acting for the NSA but they were trained under NSA protocols and guidelines, thus would respond in that manner. The only thing that kept him from voicing any thoughts of complaint to Fernando was that he knew they might need the manpower sooner or later. Hondo past the couch where Fernando lay. He glanced at him momentarily but was unsure if he was asleep or just resting, as his breathing did not seem rhythmic enough for sleep. Either way, asleep or pretending to be asleep, it was a sign that he wanted to be left alone. Hondo turned back to his room, after his brief assessment and enter carefully, in case Valentine was in a state of undress, which she was. As he entered, she was just pulling on a set of running shorts but was still topless at the moment. His normal morning scowl was threatened by half a smile as he looked on her. Dressed or undressed she seemed to have that effect on him, as it was not just that she was a good-looking woman, but everything about her was beautiful to him, and he loved her. His mood this morning might have overpowered that feeling he got when he saw her, but her being topless was enough to overcome his growl, as not even his grumpy moods could overpower the sight of the woman he loved and her amazing breasts! She looked up at him and blushed slightly, through the shy smile that played across her lips. She stepped up to him, leaned her chest against him, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I was starting to wonder if that grimace was going to stick, today.” She said as she stepped back and pulled on a running shirt with built in sports bra. “Guess I didn’t realize my sour disposition was that noticeable.” He replied. She sat on the bed, pulled on her running shoes, and started to lace them up. “It was. You sure you are alright?” She asked “Yeah, just woke up rough. It happens, ya know.” He replied brushing it off. “Yeah but … I don’t know… I know you’re no mornin’ person, that I have no doubts on, but I just have a feelin’ that somethin’ is botherin’ you.” She said in a worried tone. “I’m fine.” He replied She gave him a worried/serious look. “Seriously!” He said with a half emphatic growl, in reply to the look she was giving him. She gave him the look for a moment longer but, seeing that he was not going to cave whether something was wrong or not, she sighed and finished tying her shoes. “Monty and I are goin’ runnin’ in the park again. You up to joinin’ us today?” She asked “I left my runnin’ shoes in the plane, I think. Maybe I’ll get them or some new ones this afternoon or tomorrow so I can go with you later” He said. “I’m sure Jack preferred I’d go so he can stay.” “Actually, it was his idea.” She replied. Hondo raised a questioning eyebrow, “His idea?” Valentine nodded, “Yeah. He said he has a lot to prove and wasn’t goin’ to get it done sittin’ ‘round.” “That’s interestin’.” He replied thoughtfully. “You have any plans?” She asked as she stood up from the bed. “I saw there was a YMCA close by. Didn’t know they had them here. I think I might take the bike down there an’ use their gym. Got a few muscle kinks to work out.” He replied. “There is a shower at the pool that’s adjacent to the park. I’ll take some fresh clothes to shower once we’re done, if you want to meet in town for lunch. I have a couple things I need to pick up in town anyway.” She replied. Hondo nodded, “Sounds like a plan. We can meet at that cowboy bar around 1 PM.” Valentine nodded, “That works for me. Be careful, my love.” “You too, darlin’.” He replied softly. She smiled, kissed his cheek again quickly, and nodded. She gazed into his eyes for a moment as she stood there. He could be a hard man at times, but the soft deep thunder of his voice soothed her, and the kindness and love that shown in his eyes when he looked at her reassured her that there was no other for her but him. She hesitated a moment longer before turning and heading out the door. As she closed it behind her and looked out towards the drive she saw Monty was already waiting for her. “Ready, Ms. Val? Not getting’ any exercisin’ done standin’ round ‘ere!” Monty said in a joking manner. “I’m ready, Monty.” She said as she descended the stairs to the drive. “Want me to drive?” He asked. “No, I’d better drive for now as I’m not sure if Fernando has cleared you to drive the car yet.” Valentine replied. “Understand. Thet Fernando can be a roight bloody ‘ard-ass, eh?” Monty said. “He has to be like that, I think. He feels responsible for all of us. I don’t always agree with how he handles people, but I know he means well. Hondo doesn’t always appreciate how he does things either, but I think he understands better than you or I do. Until we’ve been in charge of others’ lives and lost those under your care, I’m not sure either of us will understand.” She replied as she threw her back in the back seat and climbed into the driver seat. “I reckon you’re roight. Been a long time since I’ve ‘ad a go against anythin’ really dangerous, I reckon, an’ the rangers way didn’t work worth shit. I reckon we made Nancy Drew look like the bleedin’ CIA in comparison! Besides, I’ve lost most everythin’ else anyway. Might as well try ‘is way.” Monty replied in a half sad tone. “You’ve not lost everythin’. Gadget an’ Dale are still here.” Valentine said Monty sighed, “It’s not the same. I ‘ave a feelin’ thet Fernando wants Dale an’ I kept apart. I might ‘ave been blind before, but I know what this life does to a bloke. Me little buddy, Dale, won’t be the same after all this. Not thet it’s not for the best, but we won’t be the same. An’ Gadget, I’ve seen ‘ow she looks at thet Fernando. She’s fallin’ for ‘im like the ‘indenburg fell to the ground, ‘ard an’ fast, an’ I fear it’ll be jest as bleedin’ disastrous!” “Fernando is a good man. I don’t believe he’d cheat on Tammy, even as horrible as she’s been, so I’d not worry about Gadget just yet. But even if Tammy leaves him, he’d take care of Gadget.” Valentine said in Fernando’s defense. “She shouldn’t be in this life! She’s too naïve an’ fragile!” Monty said “From what I’ve heard she’s survived several disasters in her workshop, so she can’t be that fragile.” Valentine said. Monty shook his head, “I don’t mean physically, though she is ‘arder on her body than is good, I mean mentally. She’s gone through some things in ‘er past. I know Chip drugged ‘er, but … “ “But what?” Valentine queried as she pulled out of the driveway. “I think she took some of them willin’ly to ‘ide from what was ‘appenin’. She was barely recovered from thet incident where she was kidnapped an’ thet bloody chip was put in ‘er ‘ead. She was in councilin’ an’ therapy for years. Before thet, when the boy’s an’ I found ‘er in her dad’s old ‘anger, she ‘ad been assaulted by a salesman. She wouldn’t talk ‘bout it so I’m not sure if there was more to it or not, but she was on a path of self-destruction back then from that. She needs a nice quiet life where she can tinker on ‘ot rods, in a garage in some little town far away from all this darkness.” Monty replied. “Maybe she just needs friends who understand. I’ve seen some darkness in my time and was livin’ a pretty destructive existence before I met Hondo. I was out to destroy someone I blamed for takin’ my father away from me when we met. I almost died tryin’, but I was ready to die. Hondo …. He… he helped me understand that grief was alright to experience, but not to let destroy you. It will change you, I know. I remember when I actually shot someone for the first time. It seemed easy at first but the guilt after would have consumed me if he and Fernando hadn’t been there to reassure me that sometimes you have to take a life to save others. From what I understand the rangers were extremely pacifistic. Did you ever think that after she learned she had been made to kill people, that her friends outlook on killing might have made things worse? Or the destructive path before that was because she had been alone for so long that she did not know how to talk to anyone about it? Or that she might have willingly took drugs to hide because you, Dale, and the auxiliary ranger never acknowledged the pain and despair she was in and still held Chip up as a leader?” She replied. Monty frowned deeply as he took it all in. After a moment he replied. “I failed ‘er, I know, but thet’s why I want ‘er out of this! I’d fight the devil ‘imself an’ Fernando to keep her safe from this shit, if I felt thet I ‘ad any right to. I lost thet right when I failed ‘er last time!” Monty replied with a sad, but angry tone. “You’re missin’ the point, Monty. You can still fight for her. You wronged her by hidin’ from the truth, but you only fail when you stop tryin’.” Valentine replied “So ya think I should stand up to Fernando an’ tell ‘im to get ‘er out of this?” Monty said, still missing the heart of the issue. “No, I mean you need to let her be with those who know the real world so she can accept it for herself and while she’s learnin’ to accept it all, be there if she needs you. Takin’ yourself out of her life doesn’t help, neither does hidin’ her from reality. Besides, she isn’t that messed up teen you found in an abandoned hanger, anymore. She’s an adult and needs to learn how to live. I don’t agree with everything Fernando does, but I do believe he can help her learn how to live and feel useful again.” Valentine said. Monty sat silently for a moment, his mind took it all in. After a moment he spoke again. “Thet’s a lot ta think on.” He said. Valentine nodded, “Well, think on it an’ we can talk later. I’m sure Hondo could explain it all better than I could.” Monty shook his head and grunted, “Heh, I think ‘e’d rather rip off me ‘ead an’ shit down me neck! Eh, excuse me language.” Valentine chuckled, “He’s a bit gruff, but he’ll listen if you need to talk. Give him a chance.” “We’ll see ‘bout thet. Besides, I don’t believe ‘is views on Gadget aren’t scewed a bit, if ya pardon my sayin’ so.” Monty said. Valentine raised an eyebrow, “As much as I have my own self doubts, I believe him when he says he’s not interested in her sexually anymore. If you mean somethin’ else, I’m not understandin’ it.” “Thet’s exactly what I mean! I’ve seen how these fan-boy chase her an’ don’t give up. Why would he?” Monty asked “Because he was never a fan-boy, as you put it.” Valentine replied a bit coldly. “If ‘e wasn’t a fan-boy, then what?” Monty asked with an air of indignance in his voice. Valentine sighed, “I believe he truly loved her once. Those fan-boys in the auxiliary rangers lust after her. They don’t care who she is or was, as they just want her and the prestige that havin’ her could bring. If you think Hondo would be with someone for prestige or for anything but love, you don’t know him at all.” Monty huffed slightly, “I reckon I don’t then.” Nothing further was said between them as they pulled into the park. Valentine was slightly pissed at Monty for insinuating things against Hondo, while Monty was frustrated with everything that had happened thus far, which included his own failings and the lack of an enemy he could hate, guilt free, for all that had happened. The running did them both good, though as it helped work out their frustrations. Valentine was glad for the quiet to help organize her own thoughts, and as much as she had wanted Hondo to join them, she was half glad he did not join them, as it was good to know where Monty stood. She ran a little hard than normal though, letting out her fears and frustrations as best she could. The rhythmic sound of her feet hitting the pavement and the air on her face helped her tune out the rest of the world for now. She knew it was dangerous to let herself tune everything out, but she knew that soon the option to do so might prove to be fatal. For now, she felt she could chance it. Monty tried to run harder than the day before, but he found his frustrations were not fuel enough to push him to go much farther or faster than the day before. He knew he could truly blame no one other than himself. He knew what Chip had been and it was inescapable as to what Chip could be capable of. He believed, at one point, Chip truly thought he could do good, but the praise went to his head. Monty was not sure when it Chips mind went from basking in the glory, they could earn to needing the glory at any cost, but somewhere in there Chip lost his humanity. He knew the signs had been there, but he ignored it. The true enemy in this all was himself, but his mind could not allow that to process. As much as Chip was to blame too, his mind could not funnel all his hate and anger onto one of whom he had once called friend. His mind desperately wanted to find an enemy, but he could not land on one. Even Hondo and Fernando came up in his thoughts, his mind waring between them being friend or foe. The more he thought about it the more frustrated he got and the more his mind warred against admitting that there was no one else to blame but himself, for allowing his blindness to it all. No, he was one of the good guys, and he had to prove. His frustrations solidified his determination to not only prove it to the others but to prove it to himself. If he could prove to himself that he was a good guy, he could not then be the enemy. ,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-, Hondo watched as Valentine and Monty pulled out of the driveway, glancing at his watch only after they had gone. He grunted slightly as he saw it was already 9:00 am. Normally he’d have a couple tasks down and be well into his day by now, but today he felt like he had not even really started the day. He stood there a moment longer, taking in the morning and getting a feel for the day. He did not have a sense on how they day would go, and that bothered him a bit. His normal sixth sense was either not functioning or the day was unbalanced and could tip either way at any time. Something nagged at his mind but it was not the lack of sensing the day or the day itself. Something was off though, inside himself. His subconscious knew it, but his conscious mind rejected the very essence of the thought that something was wrong. There was much to do yet, much he would be needed for in the coming days as the mission had barely started, so he could not accept anything being wrong with him. His sore, stiff muscles he could not completely ignore, though, so after taking a couple aspirin and washing it down with a shot, he packed a small bag with a t-shirt, some old jean shorts, a fresh pair of boxers, a pair of socks, and his shaving kit, so he could wash up at the gym after a workout. A gym workout seemed like the answer. It was not hard to get stiff, sore muscles after working out. It was as if his mind pushed him to engineer an excuse for the something else that was wrong. It was not in him to accept weakness from himself when he was needed. He would worry over the others, make Valentine rest at times and try to get Fernando to rest, but rarely took the same level of care for himself that he pushed on others. He had always worn himself into the ground at times like this, but since the day he took that glowing pill he had been harder on himself, pushing himself to new limits every time. His mind used the same excuse every time since that day, rest after the mission as the nigh immortality pill would let him heal from the stress that he put himself through. It was not that he thought himself invincible. He knew he could still be killed and worked to better his skills for the fight, and took precautions like bullet resistant clothes, and such, as he saw those dangers. Stress, fatigue, muscle injuries, and illness were not things he processed as dangerous anymore though. Though this in and of itself was a weakness, he had managed, until now, to use it to his advantage. Once his bag was packed and he had a couple extra weapons put away with extra ammo, he limped out to the bike in the drive. Though he felt sore and out of sorts, the limping was something he did not realize he was doing. Had anyone been around that knew him, it would have been noticeable, but the place was pretty well empty, except for the NSA team performing katas in the back yard, a presumed sleeping Fernando on the couch, and Gadget who seemed to be sleeping or hiding in her room, for all anyone knew. It did not take long for Hondo to stow his gear abord, check the oil, kick the tires, and swing onto the motorcycle. The static in his head seemed to smooth out as the engine roared to life. He breathed a sigh as he rolled down the drive and onto the road. For the moment, anyway, his mind was at peace. It was not even a 15-minute drive to the YMCA gym, in the mid-morning traffic. Had it been earlier or later, that would have been a different story, though. Luckily for him there were a couple workers there who spoke English very well, so he managed to sign in easily enough and get to working out. He did not go to a gym often, but since he started to travel with Fernando on missions he had done so more regularly as he did not have the regular ranch work to stray in shape. His work out was uneventful, though he did push things a little farther than normal, looking for that extra muscle burn to cover the slowly growing weakness he felt in himself but refused to acknowledge. He was thinking about headed to the shower when his phone rang. He picked it up off the table that he had set it on and looked at the caller ID, which showed the name Shingo Tanaka. He pressed the answer button, and carefully walked to the edge of the room, so to keep the conversation away from prying ears. He spoke in a low soft voice, to make it harder for anyone trying to hear the conversation. It was not that he thought someone was spying on him, but he always felt in these situations to treat things as if someone was. “Yallow.” He said as he answered. “Hondo-Sama, this is Shingo Tanaka.” Shingo replied “Yes sir. What can I do for ya?” he answered. “The bank has been paid off and I have a couple new partnership papers that you need sign. Nothing to do with agreement, just so you are registered as partner in case something happen to me. Can we meet soon, so you can sign?” Shingo asked. “Was goin’ to meet my wife for lunch an’ a beer at the place you an’ I first met. Meet you there in ‘bout 45 minutes?” Hondo asked “That fine, Hondo-sama. I meet you there.” Shingo replied before hanging up. Hondo stuck his phone in his pocket and grabbed up his gear, before heading to the shower to clean up. Less than ten minutes later he was showered, dressed, and back on the road towards the bar. It took some weaving through midday traffic, but Hondo made it to the bar 30 minutes after the phone call was made. Though he was fifteen minutes early for their meeting Shingo was already there waiting for him. Time: 12:30 pm (To be continued)
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