Meeting The Family

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Dallas, Texas

Derek POV

You reached the Freeman Household and were awestruck at how large the place was. The two vehicles parked in the drive way as everyone got out.

Derek: Sean, where and how did you even afford this?

Mickey: Harry found out I was getting married so he was kind enough to give me money for a nice and safe environment for me to relax at.

Jaeger: I never even got paid that much.

Mickey: Well I guess it's just s thank you for all that I do.

Demo: All that YOU do!?! What about us?

Derek: You? What about me? I've almost died multiple times.

Demo: That was your dumbass fault each time.

Bulldog: Dereks dumb, but he does have balls to look death in the eye.

Veronica: Oh right, that reminds me.

She walked over to you and slapped you across the face. You held your cheek as you down at her.

Derek: Ow! What gives!?!

Veronica: Thats for getting yourself captured.

Derek: Sean got captured aswell!

Veronica: I do have to thank you though for taking most of the hits.

Derek: Could've just said that instead of the slap.

Veronica: You do realize that you're just as close to me as Sean is.

Derek: I know that, but where's the fun in that?

Patch: Your life.

Bulldog: Future unemployment.

NATO: Living on the streets with survivors guilt.

Derek: What the fuck is wrong with you guys?

NATO: Well that is what most of the data shows for unemployed veterans. You risk your life and they just toss you aside like nothing.

Mickey: Yea well, I'd say I'm pretty stacked for retirement after this is all over.

Bulldog: We still going sleeveless if this shit don't de-escalate?

Derek: Build some muscle in those arms and yea.

Bulldog: Whats wrong with my arms?

Derek: You have lunch lady arms John.

Bulldog: My mama always told me that I was strong.

Demo: Must've been very good at lying if she was able to cheat on your dad aswell.

Bulldog: How did you know about that.

Derek: You were crying for a week and every activity you did, you made it depressing.

You heard a set of car doors close as you all turned to see who it was.

James: Are we interrupting something?

You were pushed out of the way By Ashley as she ran up to him and hugged him.

Ashley: How are my 2 favorite soldiers.

Jane: Good mommy.

You watched the 3 talk when you felt a nudge on your shoulder. You turned to Sean and stared at him with a questioning stare.

Mickey: What? That's your sister's family, go introduce yourself.

Derek: I was getting ready to jack ass.

You walked towards the three and introduced yourself.

Derek: You must be my Sisters husband.

James: Yes sir.

He extended his arm out for a handshake.

James: James Cormack.

You gave him a firm handshake.

Derek: Derek Westbrooke.

James: She talks about you alot.

Derek: I'd assume so, considering I am her commanding officer.

James: How long are you planning on serving for?

Derek: Until this white mask threat is eliminated.

James: How has that been going?

Derek: Every Lieutenant we kill, another one pops up. We just recently finished an Op that got rid of their enhanced soldiers. But we have no clue whether or not that was the last of them. But we know who the big boss is, we need to find someone who goes by Talon.

James: Any leads on who he could be?

Derek: Well we do know that he's ex military, he has all of our information. Names, D.O.B. even our home lives.

James: Close ally?

Derek: Franklin suspects that it was our previous Lieutenant before I took the mantle. But he was K.I.A back in Washington when the Russians invaded.

James: Old memories never die, lets talk more when we're actually relaxing.

Derek: Yea, we should.

You walked towards the fence and went into the backyard, you sat down on a lawn chair and leaned it back. There was a cooler so you opened it up and took out a Landshark since that was the only thing in there. You popped the cap off and took a sip.

Derek: Ugh, this shits nasty.

James: You'll grow used to it.

Derek: Doubt it, Russian Vodka sounds better then this.

George: Whats wrong with my landshark?

Derek: *laughs* It tastes like horse piss George.

George: When you bust your ass for 18 years  taking care of Sean and also working a 9-5, you grow to like that shit.

Derek: Well he does seem like the brat type.

Sean was having a catch with Mark when he looked over at you.

Mickey: Oh piss off, you're a bit of an ass you know that?

Derek: Isnt that part of my contract?

Mickey: Just because you're the boss doesn't mean you need to be an ass.

Derek: I wouldn't have to be if you just decided to stop acting like a baby back bitch.

Mickey: The only person who acts like that is Robert.

Demo: I was just born with it.

Derek: Yea, he'll never stop being a prick.

James: How are you guys even a taskforce?

Patch: When we want to be serious, we will be. And when we want to be a group of misfits.... that part is easy.

Derek: Especially when you have a dashing young Lieutenant to lead the cavalry.

Mickey: *scoffs* Keep telling yourself that.

Derek: Oh shut the fuck up, you know I'm good at my job.

Patch: He did achieve the rank of Lieutenant by being so skilled.

Derek: So, Veronica told me last time Sean was here that he broke your glass table?

George: Yea, he wasn't very happy with Robert constantly knit picking his fantasy team losing.

Mickey: Best I'm good at is bets, not gambling.

Demo: Atleast you admit to it.

Sean showed Robert the bird as he tossed the football back to Franklin.

George: So did you guys bring your guns back here or not?

Derek: Would've, but Sean insisted we didnt.

Mickey: We're on vacation ass wipe, if there's trouble, I'm sleeping in.

You leaned in close to George's ear and whispered.

Derek: Most I brought was my glock 19 with 2 mags.

He smacked your shoulder and laughed.

George: Thats my boy.

Mickey: Whats so funny?

Geroge: Nothing, I would say that if we weren't in such a populated neighborhood, I'd bring out my Remington Model 700.

Derek: You just had to live in a civilized neighborhood.

Mickey: Whats so wrong with it?

Derek: Dude, Remington model 700.

Mickey: Ok? It's a bolt action sniper rifle, something you aren't allowed to touch.

Derek: Oh bullshit, that was a Barret .50 CAL that I shot.

Mickey: And you almost hit the God damn D.S.!

Derek: Like I said before, he was impressed that I hit the bullseye while also narrowly missing him.

George: I also have a .44 Desert Eagle sitting in a case.

Derek: God Damnit Sean!

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