Sunday, May 19, 2019
Passing time on an Op. Waiting for an informant and/or more intel. Normally this would be normal. This is not that. Some nutcase Chechens & Russians are working with ISIS? Sounds like a Jack Ryan plot, right? I swear I can’t make this stuff up. What’s that saying? Truth is stranger than fiction? Ain’t that the truth.
Somehow our butts are locked-down in a tin can in the middle of a desert. Again. Because we had to hunt down Sabatino. Again. And he wonders why we didn’t invite him to the wedding?! Why can’t this guy ever get sent to some luxury mountain cabin or sunny exotic beach? Although there is plenty of sand where we are….
On the topic of desert, by the furious look on Kensi’s face and monstrous grumbling sounds of her tummy, I know she’s wishing “desert” had an extra “S” in it. You know what has zero “S”s? MRE. Still gross. Hopefully, all of this can end soon, and unlike the past couple of times, we can avoid emergency medical transports to Germany. Wow, I really could go for a beer and pretzel right now.
Thanks to my unfounded internal optimism, I honestly feel this is all going to work out. We have a talented, multifaceted team working around the globe, Bad Ass Blye is by my side (Hmm maybe I can start calling her Dangerous Deeks?), and Hetty is back at the helm. In the realm of a federal law enforcement agency, I guess this is as normal as we get. Here’s to keeping everyone safe and returning to the good ole US of A!