Carter's War - 39. Chapter 39

Tyrone swung his car he had borrowed up the gravel driveway to his father's house, the last chore of the night. Coming to a halt Will made to get out, but Tyrone caught his arm, holding him back a moment. They were alone, Brody and Marc had gone back to the house with the security car Will had talked Tyrone into accompanying him to give the signed papers to his father. He didn't trust his Jeep, and needed a drive.

He looked at Will a moment before speaking, "What we did tonight was wrong."

"Yep." Will replied with a tight sigh, "What we did was exactly what Weippert was doing to your father. Extorting a signature under threat."

"We took the law into our own hands." Tyrone said as his shoulder sagged.

"Justice," Will said, "In our own hands."

"And there's a difference?" Tyrone asked sincerely.

"He's free, unpunished and I doubt he will be employed by Avery-Woods in the morning, and I know that's not justice, not really, but he won't and can't hurt your family anymore. It's a fair trade in my mind."

Tyrone nodded as they entered the house.

Robert Avery was sitting up in his study despite the lateness of the hour, and he looked confused to see them, he stared at Tyrone for a long moment before he stood. "What's this about?" he asked looking directly at Will.

Will shrugged, "You taught me to think on my feet, and to be a bit more aggressive."

Tyrone pulled out the envelope of documents and handed them to his father who studied over them, before he set them down on the desk. "How did you get him to sign these?" he asked, still not believing his eyes.

"You don't want to know." Will replied.

"I doubt I should ask." Robert said seeing the look the two younger men exchanged.

"He's unhurt, and still breathing." Tyrone replied.

"And the police?" Avery asked turning to Will.

"No police," Will said, "We had to promise no police to get him to sign."

"A deals a deal I suppose." Robert said tiredly, "Can I fire him?"

"I would." Will said coldly, "I couldn't have done it with out your son." He clapped Tyrone on the shoulder, "I should leave you two to talk." He turned and left the house, calling for a cab to take him back to his home and the bed he so desperately craved.

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He walked out of his office and looked about the floor, at his employees busying themselves with the day to day running of the staffing department of Avery-Woods Communications. The news that morning had contained a brief blurb that Robert Avery had shot down a shareholders move to replace him as the President of the company. To the world it was minor news, to the people that worked for the company it was a clear message that they were going to remain employed and protected.

There was renewed life to the building as Will rested on a cubical partition and looked over the bullpen. His employees worked hard and he was once again grateful that he had them. The news that Bruce Weippert had been fired and that Mary Connors had been awarded the Vice-presidency of operations really paled behind the fact that everything was going back to normal. The way he liked it.

Well perhaps not back to normal, he thought remembering that Marc had chosen to stay, to give Will a chance to figure out exactly what it was about those mischievous eyes he found so mysterious. In time the kid would sort himself out, find a job he liked or returned to school. And Will couldn't help himself but smile; they had gone through quite a bit for a fledgling relationship.

"Coffee boss?" Alicia offered extending his cup to him.

He accepted it with gratitude, "Thanks, call the staff together we have work to do."

THE END