Let No Man Put Asunder
Who: Cath and Mae Where: Their room When: Late night
The priest's blessing was helping his resolve to do this a great deal. Actually, it wasn't the confession tomorrow that was making him balk. It was the row tonight with his wife that was making him hesitate. He loved Mae more than anything in the world, and while he was blind to a lot of her flaws, he was well aware of her temper, especially when she was frightened. And what he was asking her to do might possibly frighten her more than the night he'd proposed. He was just hoping when the screaming and violence subsided, she would see reason and trust him.
That's all he ever really asked of her. Her trust. He'd never lead her astray, never again. But he knew once they saw her fight in a real battle, they would know. Mae possessed combat skills that no girl her age should. Not that hadn't been in the military. It wasn't rocket science, especially coupled with his own abilities and knowledges. It was only a matter of time.
And he'd rather face the lion in it's den on his terms, than have it spring upon him at the most inopportune moment. As for facing lions in their den, well, it was time.
He stepped into the room, setting up the barricade he'd fashioned when they first learned of the disappearances. It was a simple affair, but effective. He gave Mae a quiet greeting, clearly his mind was elsewhere. Then he shrugged out of his jacket and started stripping off weapons. Blind him, he was tired.
First the 9mm clipped to his belt, then unbuttoning his shirt and removing the Glock hidden under his left shoulder and the knife under his right. They joined the gun on the nightstand. He sat down and took off his boots, then unfastened the calf holster that held his other Glock. Laying it with the rest of his weapons, he raked his fingers through his hair, then looked at his wife.
<"We need to talk, sweetheart,"> he told her, switching to Gaelic as they always did when they were alone.