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Chapter Six
Chink In The Armor
When the alphabets returned, they found the Major on his way to the waiting room near the lifts. Z was relieved to see his commanding officer had been able to pull himself together in the interim and was more or less back to his usual, impatient self again.
“I got you your coffee, sir,” Z said, holding out the paper cup.
The Major took it automatically and went into the waiting room, having been sent from the room when a doctor and nurse arrived to examine the Earl and change his dressings. Klaus dropped into a chair and closed his eyes a moment. It was obvious to his men that he was completely exhausted. They had seen him push himself to his physical limits numerous times on missions.
“We brought you some breakfast, too, sir,” A offered, handing the Major the paper bag he was carrying. While the Major ate, A gave him an update on things. G had reported that the Americans had arrived at the cabin at about the same time he did and were going over it with the police. Apparently, the AWOL soldiers had left a trail of havoc in the surrounding area and the authorities were looking for evidence to connect them to several break-ins.
Because the Air Base the men were from was a NATO facility, B had no problems contacting them to begin coordinating things at that end. A had not heard back from Bonham yet, and speculated that he would no doubt hear something later in the day, as it was only dawn in England.
After A left, the Major and Z sat quietly for several minutes before Klaus finally broke the silence. “What do the others believe Eroica was doing at my cabin?”
Z looked up sharply, several things flashing behind his eyes before he replied. “When A called me, he speculated that the Earl was there to annoy you, sir.”
Klaus nodded. “And what will they say when G reports that he has his clothes hanging in my closet?” He was impressed when Z’s face only flashed with surprise momentarily before it was neutral again. The boy had learned well.
“If it were me, sir,” Z began slowly, “I’d think he was doing what he did in Florence.”
The Major sat back and closed his eyes, a small smile coming to his face at the
memory. The incident had happened before he and the Earl became lovers, when he was still trying to get the thief out of his life. Eroica had been hired for the mission, and by some unfortunate happenstance, had been put in an adjoining room with the Major. Eroica had happily taken advantage of this, placing all his belonging in the same room as the Major’s, inducing a screaming fit from Klaus, who had wanted to kill the Earl at the time. He had come very close to throwing him out a window, but had settled for throwing all his belongings out the window instead.
“You never suspected?” Klaus asked finally.
“No, sir.”
“And now that you’ve seen the chink in Iron Klaus’s armor?”
Z shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He had already learned the last thing he ever expected to about his commanding officer; a man who guarded his personal life and had shunned intimacy in any form for as long as he had known him. “It’s…not my place to say, sir.”
“Dammit, Z, this isn’t easy for me!” Klaus thundered.
“Nor me, sir,” Z shot back smoothly. He met the officer’s challenging gaze steadily. “How long has it been going on?”
Klaus blinked and had to fight back the anger that flashed up at the agent’s tone. No, you started this. “It will be ten years in three weeks time.”
Z’s mouth dropped open. He had expected to be told a few months. “Sir, you’ve always kept your personal life personal,” he began slowly, lowering his eyes.
“You know bloody well what I’m asking, Z.”
“Major, when I learned I was being assigned to your team, I thought it was a mistake. I didn’t think I was good enough to be assigned to the best officer NATO intelligence has. I’ve respected and admired you from the moment I became one of your alphabets.” Z’s eyes snapped up and he unflinchingly met the officer’s intense gaze. “That hasn’t changed. If you ordered me to cross the Sahara desert barefoot, I’d do it.” To his amazement, a small smile twitched at the edges of the Major’s mouth.
“Thank you, Z,” Klaus said mildly, much to his subordinate’s shock. He turned to look
down the corridor.
“Sir, who else…?”
“Knows?”
Z nodded.
“The Earl’s man Bonham and my butler.” Klaus turned a steady gaze in the young man’s direction. “And now you. To my knowledge, you three are the only ones who know.”
And I found out by accident. Fuck. “I won’t break your confidence, sir.”
“Good. I’m gonna have to rely on you to assist in looking after Eroica while he’s
here.”
“Of course, sir.”
Z finally allowed himself to relax. It wasn’t uncommon for the Major to wait in the hospital when a team member was first brought in. Normally, he would learn all the initial details and then hand off the duty of staying with the injured party to his alphabets.
The fact that this injured party was Eroica might have raised eyebrows had he not
been in the Major’s cabin at the time. And the fact that the men who attacked him were AWOL from a NATO facility just reinforced the reasons that the Major would want to hear the full details himself.
Z saw the Major rub his eyes and sit back again. The man was clearly exhausted,
physically and mentally. Z cleared his throat, gaining the officer’s attention again. He looked pointedly at the clock on the wall. “Shall I wake you in thirty minutes, Major?”
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