XVII. Later in September
Cooper sat in the van listening on a headset and stewing about the fact that he was essentially sitting in a forced “time-out” in the van. The mission started off normal enough. Cooper reviewed it in his head: bad guy enters hotel because he has a dinner appointment set up with other baddies. Team Coop follows said bad guy to hotel. The team has a certain objective. In this case, it was surveillance. They listen for incriminating key words like “weapon” or “bomb” or “kill.” Blah, blah, blah. That kind of thing, they hear what they need and send a team to move in. All very routine. All very boring for Cooper.
Cooper could not sleep.
He felt frustrated that he couldn’t sleep, after all, he was bored. That’s what happened when things became too routine and his life had become so routine it was in a rut. Since June when Team Coop (he was the only one that called them that, everyone else still referred to them as Luck’s Team) apprehended not only one of the most notorious terrorist masterminds known simply as The Sheik but also one of the world’s most dangerous assassins known simply as Donovan, his team worked non-stop catching all sorts of known baddies. With each successful mission, the team seemed to level up. Each nefarious person they caught was a little worse than the previous one. Ant and Al were aware of the caliber of their missions, novice Malone sensed the intensity of each succeeding mission, but Cooper could not care less. His focus had rested solely on finding the man who murdered his mother. After each successful mission, he expected the next one would be to chase the man who killed his mom. But Ant said that wasn’t how it worked. So, for now, Cooper did what was asked of him but his mind often drifted to his mom’s case when other matters didn’t occupy it.
Team Coop, as he called it though everyone else on the team referred to it as Luck’s Team, sat around a table. For the better part of two hours they had been reamed by a General who was less than impressed with their track record. In summary using a lot less descriptive words than she did, the team was a failure and was disbanded effective immediately. Al and Ant would receive their new assignments in the morning and Cooper was dismissed to return to his previous life. Malone was never an official member of the team as far as the General was concerned and would now be able to return to Salt Lake or wherever he decided to work since he quit his job when he found out his friend needed him. Not only his friend, but his government really.
“Hey buddy,” Malone said warmly and gave Cooper a bear hug. “Long time no see. Decided to hang out in our country for a bit, eh?” he smiled.
“Something like that,” Cooper said and scanned the mall’s food court to see if they were under surveillance. Just because he didn’t notice anyone didn’t mean he wasn’t being watched. Ever since he agreed to help Ant and Al he felt like he lived in a fish bowl. Always being watched. It was with some reluctance Ant agreed to give Cooper the weekend off. But the fact that did give in to this request made Cooper suspect he and Malone weren’t entirely alone.
XIII. More January
Ant smiled and held out his hands slowly to show he meant no harm. “That’s impressive,” he conceded. “I did not expect to have this conversation until much later. No, I did not kill your mom that night.”
“But you were there,” Cooper said slowly. “That was you I saw running up the stairs.”
“Yes, that was me. I was there. But I was trying to save her, save you both,” Ant said slowly. “But regrettably I arrived too late.”
XII. Still January
Cooper squinted as a barrel-chested man with slicked back dark hair entered the room.
Ant Luck nodded his greeting without any expression.
Cooper closed one eye and then the other. “I never forget a face. Have we met before?”
Cooper walked slowly to his hotel room and smiled. He ran his fingers through his hair out of habit. If his dad were here he would tell him to get a haircut. Cooper paused at the thought of his dad and shook his head to change his thoughts back to his plan. The night had been what he would consider a success. His plan was working. So far anyway. A week earlier he didn’t touch one thing in the casino. Not even a slot machine. He spent his time observing and making mental notes. It was time well spent. His first night sitting at the tables he won $10,000. Not too much to draw attention. Just enough. Vegas is a big town with plenty of casinos. All he needed was patience and he would leave town a very rich man. Not that becoming rich was his goal. He planned to donate most of his winnings to charity. No, this was a game to him. He was doing it for the simple reason he could. And he was bored.
X. 7 years ago…
Cooper graduated high school as valedictorian. Most of his teachers were glad to see him go because most had to admit he was smarter than they were. Although he never boasted about it but just by him being himself they all had come to realize it. Jo Baldwin never let Cooper take advantage of that fact. He wanted his son to enjoy being a youth as long as possible. But on graduation day he had to admit, his son was no longer a child but about to become a man. Several colleges had come knocking and Cooper decided to go back to California. But first, he was going to have the best summer. He called his immediate plan the “George Bailey” tour. Named after the character in It’s a Wonderful Life, Cooper planned on traveling the world for a few months with Malone to take in sights, sounds, and tastes. They planned on living and experiencing as much as they could possibly cram in. Then, as he promised his dad, he would go to school while rooming with Malone. It was the perfect plan. It was all scheduled to begin the day after graduation.
IX. Still 9 years ago…
“Cooper, do you know why you are here?” the therapist asked.
“Because my dad thought it would be a good idea,” Cooper answered.
“You don’t agree?” she asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Tell me about the attack,” she questioned.
VIII. 9 years ago
Cooper was not a fan of Wyoming. It wasn’t that he hated the state itself, in fact, he loved the outdoors and Wyoming has a natural fantastic outdoor playground. His dislike had more to do with how bored he was at school and how even after seven years he didn’t fit in. Wyoming still wasn’t what he would call home. Nothing at school excited or challenged him. He finished his work quickly and efficiently. The other students didn’t have the same interests as him. He was able to keep in frequent touch with Malone and despite the distance they were still best friends. Although he knew Malone didn’t understand much of most topics that interested him Malone at least listened. Plus, they had history together. They had spent time pre-fever as Cooper referred to the incident. Malone’s mom agreed to let her son travel to Wyoming during the upcoming summer break to see his Wyoming friend. Both boys were excited for that visit. Trouble was that was still a few months away. For now, Cooper sat in a classroom trying to will the clock to tick faster.