Colt paused one of his telephone conversations and exited the bathroom with his cell phone pressed against his chest. He looked around the room and located Seven, still sitting at the table.
“Hey Seven, can you still fly a helicopter?” he asked.
“Sure,” Seven said, surprised by the question.
“Any kind of helicopter?”
“Yeah,” Seven replied.
Colt acknowledged the response, returned the phone to his ear, and walked back into the bathroom. He shut the door and his conversation resumed.
Seven felt as if he should be doing something, but he had no idea what the something should be. Colt was busy in the only private room available, discussing helicopters. Mike and Robert were checking and disassembling their military-style weaponry, and Goat was working the streets for information. Seven felt useless sitting at the table, tapping his toes against the dirty motel carpet.
Colt ended his final phone call and exited the bathroom. He walked over to Mike and Robert. They spoke softly as Colt sifted through the firearms laid out on the mattress.
“Colt, please tell me what the hell is going on. This looks like you guys are about to march into Baghdad, and what’s the deal with the helicopter? Is this what you do for a kidnapping?” Seven asked.
“Look, Seven, we’ll know more once the kid gets back with some intel, but this probably wasn’t a kidnapping. Bunny has some enemies down here; well, really just one enemy, but he’s a motherfucker.”
“What the hell are you taking about?”