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"Webb, I have an incoming call from Brumby," Barry said.

"Finally!" Webb growled. "Where the hell are you two?"

"We're here. Webb, get Commander Rabb to join you or I kill his wife."

Webb was silent for a minute. "What are you talking about? Brumby, have you lost it?"

"No I haven't! Doesn't anyone pay attention anymore!" he screamed. "Webb get Commander Rabb in Sydney or I send his little wife home in pieces!"

Before Webb could reply, Brumby had hung up. Webb looked over at Barry, his face pale. "What happened?"

"Get Harm on the line," he said. "It's time for my ass-kicking."

*************

"Go out and have a good time, Harm. Bud and I can take care of the girls."

Harm shook his head. "I don't think I'd have a good time anyway."

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Sturgis, no offense. I'm just really worried about Mac over there."

"I thought you trusted her, Harm," Sturgis said.

"I do, it's Brumby I don't trust."

Sturgis nodded. "Okay one day you'll have to tell me that story. Now lets go. The girls are going to bed soon anyway. All Harriet and Bud are going to do is watch TV."

"Yeah, Daddy," Evelyn said, coming downstairs. "Go have some beers and fun."

Harm smiled. Who could refuse a face like that? "Come here, Evie." He knelt down and gave her a hug. "I love you, angel. You be good and go right to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay, Daddy." She looked up at Sturgis. "Don't bring him home too late, Commander, he still has to work in the morning."

Sturgis saluted her. "I won't, Ma'am."

Just before Harm left, the phone rang. He told Sturgis to hold on a minute because it could be Mac. "Hello?"

"Harm, it's Webb."

"Oh God, what did you do now!" Everyone looked over at him, wondering what was going on.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news," he hesitated. "Harm, he has Mac."

Harm took a breath. "That bastard! What does he want! I'll do anything!"

"He wants you in Sydney for now," Webb said.

"There's more to this, isn't there, Webb?"

Webb cleared his throat. "That man is Brumby."
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