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Snake was rehabilitating in secret after the mission under the name that Agent Dalton had helped him purchase. There was almost nobody who knew he was there; certainly there should be no unexpected visitors.

The stranger who walked through the door looked like an old cowboy in a long tan coat and a red scarf. He had a weathered look to him, and his mustache was white, but his eyes were clear and bright, and Snake couldn’t be sure if the man was in his 50s or his 90s.

He was carrying a bouquet of bright blue flowers.

“Who the hell are you?” Snake demanded. There was no way he could get up quickly with the amount of bandages and IVs on him.

The cowboy held up his free hand as he swaggered over to the bedside and put the flowers in the empty vase. “A friend of the family. I’m not here to kill you; promise.”

“Forgive me if I’m not convinced; I’ve had a lot of people try to kill me lately.”

“No surprise there.” The cowboy smiled at him, and his bright gaze swept over Snake’s prone form on the medical cot. “You look like you’ve been through hell, boy.”

“Who are you? what do you mean ‘a friend of the family’?”

“Just what I said,” he grinned. He leaned down and his red gloved hand brushed over Snake’s cheek. “I see you still got the eye for now.”

Snake was reaching to buzz for the nurse when the man leaned down and kissed him suddenly. First on each eye, and then the mouth.

Snake didn’t understand why it suddenly put him at ease. He dropped the call button.

Maybe it was genetic.