Midnight Squad: The Grim Read Free

never had a part in it. Both of them were
terrified, it would have been funny if they weren’t technically on our side.
One of them swung out the clipboard while the other produced a pen. I let them
both go and signed the forms. The Colonel’s angry voice sandblasted my ears,
“What in the blue hell have you three been doing. I said get ready to go. Stop
this circle jerk and let’s move! It’s been a long fucking day, and the sooner
we are done here the sooner I can get you three hemorrhoids off my ass!” The
Colonel just has a way with words. He spun on his heel and stomped back down
the hallway. “Come on you little shit stains, daylight is a burning!”
                Apparently, the lawyers didn’t appreciate the treatment
as they both mumbled to themselves about my father being a mean son of a bitch,
but of course they only did this after he was safely down the hall where they
knew he wouldn’t hear them. They were right of course, Dad is a mean son of a bitch. Especially when there is work to be done, but the
problem they were about to have is that he’s my mean son of a bitch. Nobody
talks about my dad like that. The spineless weasels turned to me. I took a closer
look. One of them had a comb-over that would make Donald Trump proud, and the
other had a hoop earring and a toupee that I guess was supposed to make him
look younger and cool. It really just made him look like a middle-aged pirate
with a small poodle sleeping on his head. I jumped at them like I was going to
give them an old-fashioned beat down. Both men screamed, turned around and ran
face first into the wall. Sometimes people are their own best punishment.
                I stepped over both men, if you could call them that, and
started trying to make my way to the Colonel. The hallway wasn’t nearly as long
as I thought. There were six cells on each side. There were only two people in
the other cells. Each had their own cell. It looked like they both were just sleeping
off the alcohol. I was a little jealous that they got to stay sleep. It only
took a few strides and I was already standing behind the Colonel. The man
glanced behind me, looking for the two lawyers. The Colonel took a deep calming
breath after realizing that they weren’t coming out any time soon. He looked up
at me, “Can you please call your mother. She’s been worried about you…we all
have.” I nodded. It was nice when Dad took a break from being the Colonel.
There was no one tougher, rougher, or more professional than The Colonel, and
nobody kinder, gentler, or more loving my stepfather. He’d raised me so long I
really thought of him as my father. Mom could not have picked a better husband.
Mom only knew the side that was loving and tender, but
she had heard about the Colonel from more than a few whiney new recruits that
tried to get a date with one of the Colonel’s daughters. All six daughters just
knew the teddy bear that pampered and cared for them. I was the only one in the
family that saw both. Sometimes that could be awkward.
                I hate to admit it but I was lucky. Wilson raised me like
his own son. He respected me keeping birth father’s last name. He supported me
in everything. Only after I joined the marines to be like him did I see the
other side of my stepfather. Dad was a real hard-ass in combat boots. The
Colonel was an old school scream, yell, and if necessary kick your ass up out
through your teeth type. It made Christmas a little surreal when I was sitting
across from the soft-spoken, gentle, tender man who earlier that day had been
threatening to drag me around the obstacle course by my eyelids if I didn’t run
faster. Of course even then I knew he was making special trips out to push me
so that I’d be the absolute best I could be. He rode me harder than anyone
else, and he did it because he loves me and wants my best. Considering the
missions I was going to be involved in, even my best might have gotten