Tony was ruing the day he’d told Blair about his psychokinetic ability. The man was a testing dynamo. There were tests for distance, speed, types of material, his physical condition, with or without the Bond active, outside, inside… the list went on and on.
The next few days were a whirlwind of doctor’s visits, shopping for the kids, meetings with prospective foster parents and visits to lawyers offices, as despite seeming happy that Layla-Rose and Elias were leaving the Orphanage, there had been some challenges to getting their paperwork in order.
The morning came too soon for Tony.
He’d hoped at least to lose himself in sleep; to be mentally insensate to the fear and panic that seemed his constant companion these days, but it wasn’t to be.
The view from the cabin window was stunning. Although Blair loved Cascade, he sometimes found the hustle and bustle of the city overwhelming, along with the weather, which was not always conducive to his sun-lovers heart.
The journey to the helicopter and then to the roof of a huge building in the centre of Tokyo, passed in a blur of motion, sound, and exhaustion.
Tony clung to Daniel, uncaring of how it looked to the sailors and airmen around them.
A summer night, just off the coast of Japan, the Pacific Ocean was living up to its name. The winds were light and the moon hung full and bright in a velvet black sky filled with stars.
Small swells lapped up the sides of the huge carrier as she sat at anchor, awaiting the go ahead to resume her patrol and the planned exercise with five RAF fighter squadrons, and the Royal Navy in the form of HMS Illustrious, an older and smaller ship.
Meanwhile, the sailors, Marines and pilots, along with over 6000 other crew continued with their lives
Tony is used to change; his life has been filled with it. But he’s 27 years old, long past needing adult advice and supervision. He certainly shouldn’t have to call his favourite Uncle from a Navy carrier in the Pacific Ocean.
But lately his life has resembled an episode of the Twilight Zone, and something tells him that Uncle Jack investigated far more interesting things than Deep Space Radar before he retired to his lake in Minnesota. He trusts Major General Jack O’Neill Rtd to give it to him straight.
“Uncle Jack, I’m in trouble… can you… Help me… Please?”