Castle, Thermite, Ash and Pulse planned a barbecue in the afternoon. As much as the "no open fires in an area" policy allows. You were nearby as the loud laughing, delicious smell more so, lured you towards their gathering. Someone has to break to the Texan that he's pitmaster just in his own head.

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Once afternoon took place, a certain group of operators started rearranging the small area near the training grounds into something resembling a patio. Somewhere to place the portable electric grill and enjoy the luxury of the quiet atmosphere. No briefings, no threats. Just a somewhat inviting attempt at barbecue. With chairs and tables placed, the FBI SWAT unit chatted along as they continued their preparations.

"Well, who's gonna tell me where others are?" Jack asked as he took a sip of his drink. "Craig is back home with his family, Meghan had a similar plan, Erik is off-duty and Collinn's busy. Don't know about Sam or boss." Miles answered as he glanced at Eliza. He had a feeling she may know. Which she did, a little. "I'm not sure, but you know them. Also, very busy, they have way more important things on their plate." Jack couldn't help but chuckle a little at the unintentional pun Eliza made, promptly jumping at the opportunity. "Our plates would be laden high and heavy, though. But I think our resident mixologist would be offended about not including him." His quip caused the desired reaction, the 3 Americans and Israeli laughing. "Bet your shades they'll be! I'm doing those ribs Texas style. Low and slow. Marinated in Trace's family barbecue magic," Jordan exclaimed from his post behind the grill, the best they could have here. "You mean mustard and ketchup? Santiago would call you a barbarian." Jack teased Jordan as everyone kept laughing. "I can hear him. "Capitana, don't settle for this sorry excuse of grilled ribs. My empanadas are better." He should be behind the grill, not you," Jack continued, then the Texan retorted between guffaws and pointed tongs at him. "Watch out. I'm armed." "Careful Jordan, you'll get yourself burned. Again. And your ribs too. Then we'd have to settle for mess hall." Eliza playfully warned as she chuckled. Ever the "diplomat", Miles tried to "settle the dispute" with a smile on his face. "Don't be so fast. Plus, the Coleslaw we made is the perfect side to everything."

Just then, the operators spotted a newcomer. "What do we have here? Smell of those ribs attracts visitors, huh?" Jordan was the first to welcome the passerby, then invited them. "Wanna join? We have enough for everybody, and those ribs would be the best your taste buds ever encountered." "Stop it, Jordan. You advertise without providing a sample." Jack called out as he motioned to the newcomer to come. "Then we have a neutral party." Miles welcomed them in as Eliza nodded to the empty chair. "Come, have a seat."