A tiny bit of trouble

Chapter 1

Jack stormed into the tent, he was sharing with his young EOD tech MacGyver for the last ten weeks. „Yeehaw, look at this Mac." He held out his phone, which showed a picture of a new born baby.

„Who's that?" Mac asked.

„This, my dear friend, is Jack junior my nephew, he was born last night." Jack announced proudly.

„Congratulations bud. Is he named after his dad?"

Jack grinned: „He was supposed to be named Samuel, like his dad. But he made such a ruckus, when he was born, so my sister Sally decided, his name should be Jack, like his uncle. How cool is that?"

„Well, at least they didn't christen him Bruce." Mac remarked ironically.

„Hey, don't make fun of my nephew, you know his uncle is a Delta." The big smile belied the threat Jack uttered.

Mac couldn't help but be infected by Jacks good mood. „I'm sure, you're gonna be a great uncle, honestly Jack."

Jack grabbed Mac and pulled him in for a hug. „Thanks mate." Mac stiffened at first, but then leaned into the hug. He wasn't used to physical contact, but he had to admit, he felt comfortable and somehow safe.

„Come on, grab some beers. I have to tell the boys." Jack ran out of the tent and screamed „Hawk, Ferrari where are you lazy butts?"

Joe „Hawk" Hawkins and Rico „Ferrari" Fusco stepped out of the tent next to Jack and Macs. Hawk was the medic of the team, an experienced soldier and good shot. Next to him was Ferrari, a young soldier, only a couple years older than Mac. He was a talented guy, passionate about the army and a huge car fan. That, in combination with his Italian father had earned him the nickname „Ferrari".

„What's up boss? Are we heading out?" Hawk asked in his usual calm manner.

„No, I'm an uncle! Can you imagine? My sister gave birth to Jack junior last night." Jack was all smiles.

„A bambini? That's great, congrats boss." Ferrari clapped Jack on the shoulder.

Hawk shook his head. „How could she name such a cute little thing after such an ugly Delta like you Jack?"

„Probably because he's a strong little guy, almost eight pounds. Don't mess with him!" Jack warned the medic.

„Relax boss, I was just teasing. I think, we should celebrate. Where's our baby?" Hawk looked around.

„Bringing the beer, and I'm no baby, Hawk. I know twenty ways to kill you and nobody would ever find your body." Mac smiled, a devilish expression on his face.

Hawk held up his hands in surrender. „Hey I'm a fan of your work. Don't you forget it Mac."

Mac threw him a beer. „Apology accepted. If I ever intend to kill you, I'll be gentle, I promise."

„Thanks a lot mate. I'm just glad, I share the tent with our pizza boy." The medic muttered under his breath.

Ferrari laughed: „Be careful Hawk, or pizza boy and the baby will team up against you." The half-italian was an all around happy guy.