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Chapter 7

Grandfather Force

Marine One Colonel John Force got on Air Force One, the United States presidential plane, seat belted up, and yelled at the pilot, “Hammer this thing full throttle now!”

The pilot replied by revving the turbofan jet engines and releasing the brakes. Colonel Force was seated back in his seat as the jet engines went full throttle, and the plane left the runway bound for fifty thousand feet and San Diego International Airport.

The president’s plane landed in San Diego four and a half hours later on runway one with a landing clearance level one. The Marines ran off the plane and jumped in the Marine One motorcade Hummers and left for the United States consulate in Tijuana, Mexico. The service lights flashing sirens on, they were inbound to Star Gazer full throttle. The Marine motorcade arrived in Tijuana, Mexico, twenty minutes later and came to a tire-squealing stop in the consulate garage.

Colonel Force sprinted inside the consulate hybrid containment hallway and stopped at Star Gazer’s room door. He stared at Star Gazer sleeping there in his room with teary eyes.

Colonel Force said, “Thank you, God. Gunny, get the door open now.”

The Marine gunnery duty sergeant opened Star Gazer’s room door and backed off. The entire Marine One command force from the Pentagon was there wall to wall in the hallway and inside Star Gazer’s room. Star Gazer was lying on his left side, facing the room door, deep in sleep. When he was awakened by a soft gentle hand on his right rib cage, Star Gazer opened his eyes and saw Grandfather Force Marine One face-to-face after a nine-and-a-half-year absence.

Star Gazer said, “Hello, Grandfather. I am unarmed compliant and noncombative.”

Grandfather Force said, “Hello, you beautiful lethal little son of bitch. Welcome home, son.” Grandfather Force lay down and hugged Star Gazer and cuddled with the nineteen-year-old baby hybrid assassin he looked for over nine years worldwide.