Chase and I would return to the SEALS and go on whatever missions necessary. Always in the same unit working side by side. Eventually heading up our own special ops force following in dad's footsteps.
Ian stayed behind and manned the bar and cheesesteak shop. It's funny. For someone who loathed cooking that man came up with some wicked concoctions that only added to the notoriousness of their business.
I remember watching him half tuned shuffling through ingredients no one ever thought would work together and coming up with some of the best sellers on the menu.
So, Chase knew he was leaving it in good hands.
He'd show up from time to time when we were on the job… the first time it happened, we were shocked. It was a nice surprise every time and was a much needed morale boost…
"What the hell. Ian! What are you doing here? How did you even know where to find us?"
"Perks of having friends in the business. You two behaving?"
Chase and I just shot each other a devious smirk. " You know it.
" Oh. I'm sure. He grinned."
"So, what kinda hell they got you raising now?"
Chase's wise ass. Haha
" Wish we could, but ya know… top secret and all. "Every time Ian would show up we'd get a meal. Keep the family values at heart. Forget that life was so damned full throttle. Just for a minute. We never really showed fear because we were so used to the chaos but living like we did, didn't leave
much room for a feeling of being at ease.