"We're fine, sir," Dan assured him.
His best friend, Dan, tossed him a micro.
Dan rallied his team and broke towards the east, where the first flares had appeared.
"Young Dan Webster," answered his father.
I didn't believe what Dan Brennan told me and I'm not sure I do now but I'm no fool.
Betsy and I had discussed my contacting After as suggested by Dan Brennan.
Your boy Dan Brennan got me into the Federal exit and entrance records at the Canada border!
As long as I had the phone in my hand, I dialed Dan Brennan.
I wished Dan luck and thanked him again for sticking his neck in the noose on our behalf.
"I can't see how this could get much worse," Dan said.
"I'll contact the helo," Dan said with a wink and left.
He trotted up a set of shallow stairs chiseled into the mountain to the helipad where Dan waited.
Dan activated one of the buttons on his command headpiece that sent his rally orders out to the soldiers in the building.
He turned to address Dan, when the sagging building behind them exploded into flames and light.
"Brade, we've got one down," Dan called, motioning to a soldier carried between two others.
Brady had worked with Dan for fifteen years.
Dan had always been his second-in-command and most importantly, as good a friend as any of Brady's brothers.
Where did Dan last report in?
Check him, Dan grunted as the waiting medic in blue approached.
"Looks bad," Dan said.
"Major Brady, Dan," a gruff voice boomed.
General Greene motioned them forward, slowing when he saw Dan limp.
Keeps him quiet, though, Dan quipped.
He agreed; Dan needed a doctor.
Brady was as worried about Dan as any of his men.
"A warzone," Dan said.
"Give the woman the keypad," Dan said in amusement, jabbing him in the ribs with an elbow.
Dan glanced towards her.
"Not much since being strung up by a savage at the bottom of the mountain, ma'am," Dan replied for him.
He lowered Dan into a chair outside the doctor's quarters and was about to sit for a breather when the general slapped him on the arm.
"You all right here, soldier?" he asked Dan gruffly.
Brady straightened and winked at Dan, who rolled his eyes in response.
Dan lay on one bed, asleep.
Well, Dan, it's good for you to know I can put you close to death.
Major Dan, a man with blond hair and dark eyes, sat in the bed across the aisle from her.
Dan rose and joined Brady.
He looked at Dan, and the two shared a thought without speaking.
"Yeah, it's creepy," Dan agreed.
Brady looked at Dan, who rolled his eyes.
Dan asked quietly, joining him in the storage room.
Dan nodded and limped away, speaking into his communicator.
Dan asked, equally surprised.
"Aw, hell," Dan said as he appeared in the doorway.
Brady looked at Dan, who shook his head.
"Here's her shit," Dan said, ducking into the tent.
Dan shook his head and flung himself down across from him, retrieving the sealed vault.
"We found Elise," Dan said.
Dan asked, suddenly interested.
"Just when I start to think you've gone soft …" Dan said and shook his head.
Brady, Dan, and another man breezed past her.
He gave the coordinates to Dan and replaced the micro in his pocket.
Dan entered their command tent and threw down a chunk of blackened metal.
"Something made them leave," Dan reminded him.
Brady didn't think Dan was far off.
"You have no idea how hard it was to tie her to that damn tree," Dan said.
Dan pulled the tape from her mouth, and the first words out were curses.
Dan showed her his viewer with the images he'd taken the day before.
"If you know what happened," Dan said, "you damn well better tell us."
"Let's go get her, Dan," he ordered and turned away.
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Come on down, Old Dan Tucker.
Instead, I called fisherman Dan Brennan, figuring he might have arose with the dawn.
He trotted to join Dan as the helo lowered from the sky.
"Brade, I think we should get outta here," Dan said.
Dan cursed as he trotted from an area to the side of the building.