Brian was not thrown off by the non-standard handshake offered him, and he returned it easily. "Brian Quinn. First Mate on this ship--which only means I do anything Robert doesn't have time to do," He laughed. "Glad to meet you. Cherokee? I'm an honorary Cherokee myself. I support a lot of Native American families and causes, and so they honored me by making me part of their nation. You obviously are a fellow friend of Khaat's. Any friend of hers is a friend of mine. I've known her since we were both small enough to believe that dandelions were pretty wildflowers. She was my adventure buddy--her and Remus. We made quite a little trio."
"That's been a long, long time ago," Khaat smiled, remembering all those little bouquets of dandelions they had both picked for their mothers when they were small.
"You'll have a lot to get oriented to, a lot to see, and a lot to learn," Brian said to Steven, "You let me know what time frame is good for you, and we can get started. I'll try to take it slowly because it can be overwhelming."
"Brian," Robert said, "We have a complication." That made Brian frown deeply. Robert didn't easily use words like 'complication'. He would say "snag, wrinkle, little bump" or other trivial, minimizing terms. A complication in Robert Lupin's language meant a major problem.
"What kind of complication?" Brian said, deeply serious now.
"Brian," Khaat said, "My new husband and the father of my child, it seems, is one of the organization's biggest enemies. I didn't know. I am so sorry. I just didn't know."
Brian took in a deep breath, absorbing the blow. He loved her too much as a friend to see her caught in such a snare. Brian had always loved her like his very best friend on the face of the earth. She was, in his mind, the finest woman he had ever known, and definately the most outstandingly beautiful creature he'd ever had the pleasure to have in his life. No other woman could ever compare to her in his mind or in his heart, and it was one of the reasons he had never married. He knew she was out of reach for him, but he still thought of her as his best friend. "Oh, Khaat!" he said softly. "We'll work it out. Don't lose hope. Nothing has happened yet, and it may never. I promise. We'll do our best not to leave you and your daughter alone. You have a lot of friends. Don't ever lose hope. No matter what happens with your husband. We'll be here. I swear to you. I promise."
"Khaat will never be alone--ever," Robert said with iron strong firmness. "And I want the organization to make sure that he never ever leaves her destitute or defenseless again. He's already done it once. But I don't want her to ever have to watch her back for danger and also try to struggle for shelter or food at the same time while she's raising Abbey, basically as a single mom, even though she is technically married. I want her well provided for. She's a part of us now. You make sure she wants for nothing, Brian. Nothing at all, money no object."
"You've got it, Robert. But you know you would not have had to ask," Brian said.
"Then I leave it in your hands. Whatever she wants, whatever she needs--you make sure she gets it," Robert ordered. "Her safety and my granddaughter's comes first before anything else we do. She'll be a very vulnerable target now as long as she's married to him. Maybe for the rest of her life. For now, we aren't going to do anything with him. We're going to leave him alone as long as we can--but we will provide for her and Abbey."
"Understood," Brian said.