It wasn't very often that all the Ghosts were together. Elias, Merrick, Keegan, Kick, the Walker Brothers, and of course the canine Riley. If only Ajax were here, rest his soul. He was watching over them now. So was the Federation, watching every tracked move. Rorke was watching their every move. At least the best he could when they popped on the radar.

Kick knew of a safehouse in Arizona. He hung out there after nearly every mission by himself or with a small crew, even when the Ghosts took their hiatus. It was secluded in the desert just a few miles from a gas station. The air was dry but at least the AC worked. It worked extremely well. One con was that the rooms weren't soundproofed.

Keegan, Elias, and Kick got their own rooms while Hesh and Logan had to share, not that they minded. They just needed to recover after being hunted in that damn jungle. Everybody had a few bumps and bruises everywhere and Keegan had twisted his ankle from his fall. Something he didn't realize until they got away from adrenaline.

The sun began to rise over their restless selves, peering through the windows. Nobody had a good night's sleep, either from Merrick's snoring or the late night thoughts of the escape, but Elias had taken to laying on the ground. It worked for him. He slept better than everybody, but he was the first up from the sunlight, so he decided to start up breakfast. A true American breakfast, what else could he make that would satisfy his soldiers and sons.