Missing Comrades

Detroit, Michigan

Meanwhile in Detroit...

Lauren's POV

"Hey, Ally!" I call the short blonde.

"Yeah?" She walks over to me.

"Are you sure Zayn is Tennessee?" I asked.

"Last time I checked, yes. Why?" Ally asks.

"I'm checking about the repairs on the buildings and I see Zayn in one," I said.

"Let me see," Ally pulls up a chair beside me.

"It looks like he's helping with the repairs," I turn my computer screen to face her.

"It does, eh? Maybe he's a representative for Louis since he's paying for the repairs," Ally says.

I swallow hard as I just stare at the picture. "I hope Camila is okay," I finally said.

"If Zayn is in Chicago then he will take care of her for you plus she's with Gerald as well," Ally says.

"I just wished I could talk to her," I said, pulling my phone out.

"You know we keep contacting through the phone to a minimum. But, for you, do it," Ally pats my shoulder and leaves me alone.

I click on Camila's contact and bring it up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Camila," I smile when I hear my wife's voice.

"Hi, baby."

"How are you? Are you okay?" I ask.

"Perfect. I'm with Dinah right now. She's looking much better."

"Tell her I said hi," I said.

"Will do."

"I have to go. You know we keep contacting through the phone to a minimum. I just wanted to check in on you. I love you, Camila," I smiled.

"I love you too, baby."

"Take care," I said.

"You too."

"Wait! Camila. Have you seen Zayn?" I ask.

"Yes. See you when you get here."

"See you," I let out a breath of relief as I hang up.

"So?" Ally appears at the doorway.

"She's at the hospital with Dinah and she is with Zayn as well," I smiled.

"Perfect," Ally smiles.

"Have you found Andrew?" I ask.

"Yes. He's going to some festivities later today," Ally says.

"Like a carnival?" I question.

"A shooting competition with his friends. Bows and arrows. Guns. Throwing knives," Ally explains

"Wow. That sorta sounds like my scene," I stand up.

"Sorta? It is your scene. You never pass up some good shooting range practice," Ally laughs softly.

"Your right. What is everybody else doing?" I ask.

"Prepping because we're entering the competition," Ally smiles.

"Your joking?" I said.

"No. We're joining. Hopefully, you haven't gotten rusty," Ally pats my arm.

"Of course not. I'm going to beat all of y'all. Just watch," I said.

At the shooting range competition, it's already begun as people advance or get eliminated.

It's my turn to go up next as I pick up a throwing knife. The first rounds are the throwing knives. I may admit I haven't thrown one in a few years.

I take a deep breath as I put all of my focus on the target in front of me a couple of feet away. With a flick of the wrist, the knife streaks through the air and gets wedged directly in the middle of the target.

"Booyah!" I cheer as everybody claps.

"Well, well, well. Lieutenant seems your time away celebrating your marriage hasn't gotten you rusty."

I turn around to see Andrew walking over to me. "Sergeant," I salute.

"Lieutenant."