There were only 10 files on the flash drive. Well actually one video and nine files.

And Harley was right, I didn't procrastinate, and I processed shit and moved on. She made her way through the crowd of men until she stood right next to me, her hand grabbed mine.

Looking to my left Mac stood almost protectively slightly behind me, his chest touching my back. He was there if I needed him but he was giving me room until that time came. Fuck he knew me so well. I could handle Harley coddling me, mainly because she was that type of girl, but not Mac. I needed him right where he was...at my back.

Glancing around the room I noticed everyone that was in my house was now in the command center. News sure does travel fast in this house. I guess me sprinting through the house like a crazy person was enough to rile everyone up. Time to move this shit along then since everyone was present. Taking a deep breath, I moved the arrow over the file I clicked it open.

Dawson's face sat frozen on the giant screen on the wall staring back at me.

Harley squeezed my hand again I clicked the play button.

Shit...I don't know where to begin.  I don't have much time.

Well I guess if you are watching this then I have met the end. And I can't say I mind. Hopefully I am with Mary and not burning in hell where I know you think I belong.

Let me start with this. I hope you are well Jules and that life turned out better for you. If not, please know that I tried my best, I really did.

But since I do know you...you never stopped being a soldier. You earned your moniker Phoenix, always rising from the ashes to conquer another day. I am proud of you, please believe that. It took me a couple of years but I finally put two and two together and figured out it was you who kept fucking things up for Raptor. It took them a bit longer, shit I am getting ahead of myself.

Sorry Jules, this is so fucked up...I never meant to be put in this position.

So fuck, I guess I will begin at the beginning. I never had the intension of getting mixed up with the fucking group of traitors. Like you I was blindly involved. Because of my rank I had a harder time of untying all the nooses around my neck they placed and there were a lot of them.

Those missions...I was led to believe they were legit and we were eliminating traitors. Like you I followed orders. It wasn't until the third or fourth one that something didn't seem right. So I started digging into them and that set them on my trail.

By mission six I had no choice but to follow along. They made sure of that. Ian was already in deep and moving up the ranks quickly, a fact I found out too late to do anything about. This shit goes all the way up. Most recruited don't even know that what they are doing is treason.

The files attached are names, ranks, dates, and other shit that will help piece this fucked up situation together.  I don't know what I have that you may not already know but I had to try.   I have spent since the day you died collecting all I could in order to take them down. I had to keep my eye on the bigger picture, but know with each mission a part of me died inside. This was not the type of soldier I signed up to be. And that pissed me off even more, these fuckers need to go down, every last one of them.

They had intensions to bring you in, you were too valuable and they needed you. Ian knew you would never turn, and like me you were catching on to all the fucked up shit surrounding us. 

They couldn't blackmail you into it like they did me, so you had to go. I knew the moment you were in that village and I heard your voice that it was a set up. They left me in the dark knowing I would try to protect you. They were right. Fuck, I am so sorry Jules, I never knew then how deep this shit went or how powerful they were.

Fuck, anyway I got you out of there and used what trustworthy connections I had left to give you your freedom. You were declared dead and the file was buried...confidentiality and all that bullshit. From that point on I became a team player.  I let them think they had me.  The higher I was promoted the more I was trusted and the easier it was to keep track. But I didn't know who I could trust. Raptor's tentacles reached everywhere, no branch is untouched. I did what I could but it wasn't enough.

I then started to notice our shit here in the states started going wrong. That began to piss them off. Someone was on their trail for the first time ever and they started to panic when their shipments were seized and money began to disappear.

I knew it was you. I knew your style...you have a certain finesse about you that others don't. Then whispers of Phoenix began to circulate. Ian was furious when he cornered me one day...that day after you took down the warehouse in Miami. I was able to convince him that you were dead. That I saw your body in the hospital, that I felt your neck. He didn't want to believe me but he did. Until a dying man described you in a last minute phone call on the seize you did in Houston. Ian knew it was you immediately.

Shit Jules, Ian's changed. He isn't the same man you married or the man I trained, which I figured you know that but seriously...he is psychotic...his wires are all messed up...he is unstable and unpredictable. Even the SOD was getting antsy on some of the shit he was pulling.

The base bombings were set to draw you out. It was not approved by the higher ups. But they couldn't stop him. Ian is at the top of the Raptors Jules. He holds too much power and has made the too much fucking money. Fuck...that was what started all this bullshit...money. Selling drugs, supplies, provisions and weapons to the enemy...enemies we are at war with. They are playing both sides of the fence and getting rich off it!

I am so fucking pissed that I couldn't...FUCK! They need to be stopped.

When his top men began to mysteriously meet their demise I knew you were getting close...unfortunately so does Ian.

Don't fall for Ian's mind games because he will play them. From what I know Ian hasn't stepped foot in the states since he disappeared from that village. He has a counterpart that is a ghost. I don't have any Intel on them. So watch your six.

Shit...I thought I had more time but I don't. I am being shipped out for some secret training session that even I don't have the details for yet. When I return to the states in six months I will find a way to get you this information, this has got to stop and I need your help. Just in case, I am posting this out today, my attorney has orders on what to do with it if and when I meet my end.

And if you are watching this that that has happened.

Things have become unstable from the hornets' nest you stirred up and the organization is scrambling. But that's a good thing. Keep digging. So use these files to finish what I couldn't. I have faith that you can accomplish that soldier. If anyone can bring them down it is you.

Dammit Jules...know that...fuck. Know that I still think about you daily. And I am sorry for not doing a better job at protecting you. But know that you have never left my mind or my heart.

You're unforgettable...then, now and always.

Be safe soldier.

The video ended and the room remained silent.

No one moved or spoke, but I knew their eyes were all on me and I didn't care.

I was so fucking relieved that Dawson was the man I always believed him to be. That he died a hero. He taught me that there was no greater sacrifice then one made out of honor. And a quiet-like peace washed over me, knowing he achieved that. And I would be sure that others knew of his involvement in this, that they knew the truth.

Time to get to work. 

"Okay then. Move it. I will not have his sacrifice be made in vain. From this point on all information heard in this room does not leave this room until we can determine who is involved."

"What about Axel..."

"Not even Axel, Tank. He has distanced himself from us for personal reasons. You are my team on this. Keep your mouths closed, if you want out...get out and don't return until this shit is done. I will not hold it against you, but I need commitment and absolute confidentiality in this. We keep this shit tight that means no pillow talk or to anyone not in this room. Only I will inform Agent Timmons when the time comes. We are on lock down until further notice."

We had to tread carefully. Until I knew what was in these files and where that would lead us. If anything I had to protect those in this room. Dawson said Ian was unpredictable and as of right now he could be anywhere it the whole fucking world. And even though we couldn't find him didn't mean he couldn't find us.

Taking a seat I pulled up the files and started sending them to different work stations. Divide and conquer was the best route to take. Time was critical and I didn't like the unknown.

"You heard the Major...now get to fucking work!" Harley commanded as she took a seat herself.