“And they do?” Mike asked.

“We’re not sure what their goals and aims are except taking out the Darhel,” Wesley said. “But recently there have been several developments. The first is that we finally turned a human Bane Sidhe and got some serious information about their internal structure. At least on the human side. We were… somewhat surprised to find that their main human component is called the Clan O’Neal,” he added with a smile.

“O’Neal?” Mike said. “Why?”

“The agent never explained. Just that their main combat component, which was broken down into several teams, used that as its name. For that matter, there was a Team Papa, Team Cally, etc.”

“Bastards,” Mike said, his face hard. “How fucking dare they?”

In many ways the loss of his wife, father and daughter in the war was as fresh today as it had been sixty years ago.

“I believe it’s intended as a compliment,” Tam said, carefully.

“I don’t give a shit,” Mike said. “Pisses me off. I take it you’re getting to why we care about these guys. Besides that they’re pissing me off.”

“General Stewart was the investigation commander…” General Wesley said.

“Did those bastards kill Stewart?” Mike asked angrily.

“We’re told no,” Tam said. “Can I get more than a half sentence out, please?”

“Go,” Mike said.

“Yes, sir,” Wesley said, smiling.

“Sorry, General,” Mike said, nodding. “Please continue, sir.”

“General Stewart was the commander of the investigation.