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how many feds are they sending,” asked Deputy Bobby Lee Tills. Feds were nothing but trouble , and he didn’t like how they came in and played God.
“I was told the first wave was going to be the ME, a Doctor Adare, and a Special Agent Callen Whitefox,” he answered, reading their names off the paper he scribbled them on.
“Great another Indian to deal with,” he muttered, disgustedly.
Sheriff James Duffy looked up fast. “Bobby Lee, I mean it when I sa id watch your mouth. Not only around the FBI but also Julian, and if you can’t seem to handle that then you’ll be off duty until this is all over. I don’t plan on having you insult the FBI. There’s nothing wrong with Indians,” and he meant it.
Bobby Lee Tills was a good deputy, but he was a prejudice asshole at times. The last thing he needed was to have the man piss off the FBI and make the situation worse, and then there was his own Deputy Julian Littlemoon. He respected the man, and he wasn’t going to have a war brewing in his station.
Bobby Lee stared at his boss, he might have to shut his mouth, but he didn’t have to like the idea of working with the Indian FBI man.
“They should be here by this afternoon, and I need you to cooperate .” Sheriff Duffy pointed specifically at Bobby Lee, and not the other deputy. “Bobby Lee, I want you to head out to the site and relieve Julian off his shift.”
“Fine,” he said , dropping his hat on his head and leaving the office.
“This is going to be a mess,” he said to the remaining deputy. “ I certainly hope that Special Agent Callen Whitefox has really thick skin. If not, he might be bailing on this assignment before he even gets started.”
Callen Whitefox leaned against the Denali and watched the woman cross the parking garage. She carried a field kit and a tote bag, and wasn’t smiling at all. It was like this was going to be torture, and he didn’t understand why. At first the three of them thought she was chilly because of Elizabeth Blackhawk, but she still had the same look on her face, and Elizabeth was nowhere to be found. Despite her iciness, there was something appealing behind the craziness of her apparel. He was looking forward to this assignment even if she wasn’t. Being trapped in a car for three hours, he at least hoped she’d talk a little and maybe he could get to the bottom of the issue towards half of the Blackhawks.
“Let me get that for you, Doctor Adare.” He took the bag and kit and placed them on the back seat of the Denali.
“Thanks, Special Agent Whitefox,” she answered, hopping up into the passenger seat. “I talked to Christina; they’re heading out in an hour or so. They just need to load up the trucks and get the supplies we’ll need for a night retrieval.”
“Thanks,” he said , politely. “Want to input your home address into the GPS? We can swing by your house and you can grab some things, and then be on our way.”
“Okay,” she answered, doing what he asked.
“Elizabeth told me to make sure you brought weather appropriate gear, so I pulled a parka and boots for you,” he added. “They’re in the cargo.”
Doctor Adare tensed. “Thank you, Agent,” she said finally. It never occurred to her that maybe her boss disliked her attire on the job. Maybe that was her hint on the point of contention between them.
Whitefox pulled out of the garage. He could feel the tension.
“It’s going to be great working with you Doctor Adare,” he said, amicably. His brother had pulled him aside and asked him to break the ice before they arrived. Both men suspected the issue was with Elizabeth, and they needed to head that off before she arrived in the field.
“Thank you, Agent Whitefox.”
He needed a new approach, or they were going to polite this to death. “You can call me Callen,” he offered and noticed she relaxed slightly. “Since we’ll be working together on this. Unless you aren’t comfortable with using my first
“I was told the first wave was going to be the ME, a Doctor Adare, and a Special Agent Callen Whitefox,” he answered, reading their names off the paper he scribbled them on.
“Great another Indian to deal with,” he muttered, disgustedly.
Sheriff James Duffy looked up fast. “Bobby Lee, I mean it when I sa id watch your mouth. Not only around the FBI but also Julian, and if you can’t seem to handle that then you’ll be off duty until this is all over. I don’t plan on having you insult the FBI. There’s nothing wrong with Indians,” and he meant it.
Bobby Lee Tills was a good deputy, but he was a prejudice asshole at times. The last thing he needed was to have the man piss off the FBI and make the situation worse, and then there was his own Deputy Julian Littlemoon. He respected the man, and he wasn’t going to have a war brewing in his station.
Bobby Lee stared at his boss, he might have to shut his mouth, but he didn’t have to like the idea of working with the Indian FBI man.
“They should be here by this afternoon, and I need you to cooperate .” Sheriff Duffy pointed specifically at Bobby Lee, and not the other deputy. “Bobby Lee, I want you to head out to the site and relieve Julian off his shift.”
“Fine,” he said , dropping his hat on his head and leaving the office.
“This is going to be a mess,” he said to the remaining deputy. “ I certainly hope that Special Agent Callen Whitefox has really thick skin. If not, he might be bailing on this assignment before he even gets started.”
Callen Whitefox leaned against the Denali and watched the woman cross the parking garage. She carried a field kit and a tote bag, and wasn’t smiling at all. It was like this was going to be torture, and he didn’t understand why. At first the three of them thought she was chilly because of Elizabeth Blackhawk, but she still had the same look on her face, and Elizabeth was nowhere to be found. Despite her iciness, there was something appealing behind the craziness of her apparel. He was looking forward to this assignment even if she wasn’t. Being trapped in a car for three hours, he at least hoped she’d talk a little and maybe he could get to the bottom of the issue towards half of the Blackhawks.
“Let me get that for you, Doctor Adare.” He took the bag and kit and placed them on the back seat of the Denali.
“Thanks, Special Agent Whitefox,” she answered, hopping up into the passenger seat. “I talked to Christina; they’re heading out in an hour or so. They just need to load up the trucks and get the supplies we’ll need for a night retrieval.”
“Thanks,” he said , politely. “Want to input your home address into the GPS? We can swing by your house and you can grab some things, and then be on our way.”
“Okay,” she answered, doing what he asked.
“Elizabeth told me to make sure you brought weather appropriate gear, so I pulled a parka and boots for you,” he added. “They’re in the cargo.”
Doctor Adare tensed. “Thank you, Agent,” she said finally. It never occurred to her that maybe her boss disliked her attire on the job. Maybe that was her hint on the point of contention between them.
Whitefox pulled out of the garage. He could feel the tension.
“It’s going to be great working with you Doctor Adare,” he said, amicably. His brother had pulled him aside and asked him to break the ice before they arrived. Both men suspected the issue was with Elizabeth, and they needed to head that off before she arrived in the field.
“Thank you, Agent Whitefox.”
He needed a new approach, or they were going to polite this to death. “You can call me Callen,” he offered and noticed she relaxed slightly. “Since we’ll be working together on this. Unless you aren’t comfortable with using my first
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