Can you explain to me how this is going to go down and what will be required of me? Like, who am I going to be if I can't be Abby?" Abby asked not onl...y for herself, but for the man next to her who had quickly become such an important person in her life. She needed to make sure that he was going to be all right. And right now, he was coming apart, the edges of his psyche fraying.Martin looked over at Tom. "Debriefing before we coordinate the rest? Tobias? Jet? You boys doing okay?"Gibbs shrugged. It wasn't the Hilton, but it was home and Ben liked it a hell of a lot better than one of the other places he had stayed: Leavenworth.It was after noon but Ben was still in bed. He was dressed in what had once been a white T-shirt and a tan pair of surplus fatigue pants. He and the guys had been out late, scouring the desert for any sign of Gunny or his wannabe gang, the Leathernecks. All it had gotten them were headaches and a bunch of empty gas tanks. That Gunny had vanished off the face of. Still, I kiss it anytime I am in the vicinity, as it speaks to me of her strength, and what a mother undertakes for her children. My wife has scars and bruises all over her legs. She is the mother of three boys, and with that comes football, baseball, soccer, and Boy Scouts. She was a swimmer herself, and could not have cared less about these kinds of things, but she made herself into quite the coach as necessity required. I love these scars too. Our joke has been that should I piss her off. "I will do it on one condition. I want Tom to be forced to watch." Charles grinned. He motioned to his two associates. They grabbed Tom and dragged him out of the building. He took my hand and lead me out to the car. We took a short ride to his house. It was a nice house. I don't know why I was surprised.We went inside the house and I saw Tom was in a chair and tied. I glared at him with every ounce of hate in my body.Charles stopped me. "Strip for me. I want to see that gorgeous body." I.