Faith felt like he needed to tell someone about it, but he didn’t want to involve the inept Dud. So he called the Group DCO.
“Hey sir,” Faith began, “I need to talk to you about something important. Do you have a few minutes?”
“Yes, we were about to go to lunch, do you want to join us?” the DCO replied.
“That would be fine sir, who else is going to be there?” Faith asked, not wanting to unnecessarily air dirty laundry.
“Just you, me, and Al James,” he answered.
“You’re meeting Al James for lunch, sir?” Faith asked, somewhat surprised.
“Actually, he’s already here, we’re walking over to the Stab and Jab for a quick bite, Meet you over there?”
Not knowing what else to say, Faith replied, “Sure, sir, see you guys there.”
After placing the handset back in the receiver, Faith looked over to Reynolds and said, “First Sergeant, I think I need you to have lunch with me.”
Faith didn’t know exactly what to expect from this lunch with the DCO and Al James, but what happened was definitely not what he expected. Throughout the entire lunch, Al James acted… normal. Absolutely.100%.Normal. Unlike the last time they had lunch together, this time Al James heaped his plate with healthy food, and actually ate it. Over the course of lunch, he told several lengthy and, Faith had to admit, very entertaining stories about his time in Pakistan and his later grad school experiences at Yale. He acted every bit the engaging, intelligent, and interesting person that everyone seemed to think he was.
“So Scott,” said the DCO during a lull in the conversation, “What did you want to talk to me about?”
“Nothing important sir, it can wait until after lunch,” Faith replied.
“Oh come now,” James interrupted, “It’s bad karma to keep something inside like that, things need to be let out.”
“OK then, sir- I think CPT James here has been nailing an enlisted man’s wife, has been cheating on his own wife with someone else, he has been AWOL for at least three days, and it looks like he stole a classified laptop, took it home and gave it to his son. And oh yeah, despite how he is acting right now, I’m pretty sure he has gone bat-shit crazy.” At least, that’s what Faith wanted to say.
Instead, he said, irritably, “You know Al, you say that a lot.”
“What’s that?” James inquired, cheerfully.
“Karma. It’s always ‘Karma this,’ and “Karma that’ with you.”
“Yeah, that’s something I picked up in Pakistan. I’m a big believer in karma; people get what they deserve,everything happens for a reason, and everything evens out in the end.”
“Right,” said Faith, shifting his attention back to his lunch plate.
Just then, the DCO’s cell phone rang. He answered it, then abruptly set his fork back down on his place. “I see. Well, I’ll be over there in just a few minutes.” Hanging up, he looked at James, and then at Faith.
“That was the staff duty NCO. They just got a call on the red line from the CJSOTF. There was a mortar attack, MAJ Ripley is dead. I need to get back to the office.”
Not waiting for a response, he rose and left the restaurant. The other three at the table, Faith, James, and Reynolds, said nothing for a long moment, trying to absorb the enormity of the DCO’s words.
“Well, I guess we better leave too,” said Reynolds eventually.