Abigail stood near Casey smiling at Lou, while nodding to the 35 year old former paratrooper. Both Abigail and Casey greeted the Los Angeles Police detective formally, "Detective Mancuso". Lou was comfortable with this. He knew many young people preferred the formal greeting.  They were raised by traditional parents who taught their children polite manners. If you don't know someone older than you, it was customary to greet them as sir or ma'am and use mister or misses or whatever formal title they may have and their last name. To call someone senior in age by their first name is simply rude and disrespectful. Lou took this as a sign that Casey and Abigail were simply a pair of polite young kids. He smiled at them, tipped his hat, while nodding and removed his fedora upon completion of the gesture.<br/><br/>"So what sort of case are we working on today?" Lou asked to no one at all. He glanced over at the other two young men, not knowing much about them yet. One had a storied past, having immigrated from Denmark and the other claimed to be a doctor. The kid had peach fuzz on his face. He wasn't old enough to be a doctor. The youngest doctors he'd ever met in and out of combat were no younger than 28. It was hard to believe this<span style="font-style: italic">Doctor Cassian</span>was 28 years old. With four years of undergraduate work and another four years in a doctorate program. That alone would bring him up to 26. Then the necessary two years of internship before any of the forty-eight states in the union would allow someone to practice medicine. No, there was something fishy about this kid who claimed to be a doctor. He was far too young. There were plenty of the old timers. You know the type, gray hair, wrinkly gnarly knuckles and bad teeth. They'd been practicing since Christ was a Corporal. Not this kid. He may have enrolled into a medical school with a Bachelor's degree but he still needed time to complete it.<br/><br/>Before anyone had time to answer Lou's question, a stranger entered the room. He made Abigail appear uncomfortable and the other three young men appeared to be alerted as to some imperceptible danger. Lou turned his left side toward the man, slowly moved his right hand up onto the pistol grip of his .357 revolver in the shoulder holster under his coat. This guy could be trouble. He didn't want any of his fellow compatriots taken off guard.<br/>The stranger appeared to be comfortable, at ease in the warehouse, as though he belonged. He spoke aloud, "Erm… Groundhog? Work?" The stranger spoke with a strange accent, almost German, an accent Lou would recognize immediately. But there was something different about it. He cleared his throat, You guys work as Groundhog yes? This is Groundhog?"<br/><br/>The stranger reminded him of someone he once knew. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck. It was uncanny.<span style="font-style: italic">'What was his name? Oh yea, Robert Legrand from Amarillo, Texas. What was he 19? no, 18 years old when he bought it?'</span>Lou Mancuso thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">'He was just a kid, younger than this one.'</span>For Lou, it was always about giving people a chance, even if his opinions were closed off to the notion.<br/><br/>Robert Legrand from Amarillo, Texas was born in 1926.<span style="font-style: italic">'We were all just kids then. He was a rifleman in 2nd squad.'</span>They jumped into Holland in September. The unit had been in the area of operations for three days. The platoon came under fire from a detachment of German Fallschirmjägers near the Son Bridge.<span style="font-style: italic">'The kid took a shot right between the eyes. Didn 't hear it coming. first shot. The blood oozed out of the hole in his head like it belonged there. It pooled into his left eye before running off the side of his head into the dry soil. He didn't feel any pain. This stranger looked just like him.'</span><br/><br/>A few moments  later Mr. Silverman arrived, who appeared to be quite comfortable with this new person, with the odd accent.<span style="font-style: italic">"ah, seems like we have everyone here. I hope you are all hungry."</span><br/><br/>"What you got for us, Cap?" Lou Mancuso asked his benefactor.