☭ POST WORLD WAR II, the world was a confusing place. Between the United States and Russia, the threat of nuclear war plagued the minds of everyone. The former allies fought with shady, backhanded trade agreements, showing off which nation had...
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⟴ IN LIFE, THERE'S ALWAYS A BRIDGE SOMEONE MUST CROSS IN ORDER TO FURTHER THEIR POTENTIAL. Whether it's crossing the bar to talk to the man you've found attracted to all night or crossing another name off a list. Everyone must do something.
Waves crashed onto the shore, echoing in Anastasia's ears. The sun warmed her body that cooled down in the breeze. The zipper of her suit pinched at the base of her neck. Looking up, she met his eyes. She has a choice; take his hand or refuse. Surely it was a simple option. It was a yes or no choose. Just reach your hand out, she thought. Join him. ⬲
The jet's engine vibrated her entire body as it rushed off to the coast of Cuba. Anastasia's never been one for flying, even the boat ride to America was difficult on her stomach. She swallowed back the nervous gag that nearly escaped out of her mouth and rested her head on the back of the seat.
"Would now be a bad time to tell everyone I have a slight fear of flying?" she asked loudly to everyone on the plane. Ivan stifled a laugh beside her and responded.
"Yeah, possibly."
"Crew of the Aral Sea is dead; Shaw's been there," Charles said, removing his fingers from the temple of his head.
"He's still here," Erik said. "Somewhere."
"The ship is set for the embargo line," Moira said aloud, inspecting the radar in front of her.
"If that ship crosses the line, the Americans won't have any choice but the shoot," Ivan commented. "And the war begins."
"Unless—" Anastasia swallowed hard again — "They're not Americans who fire." Her eyes locked with Charles who sat across from her.
"I love the way you think," Charles muttered. He put his fingers back up to his head and began searching through the minds of the Russians on the ships below them.
A sudden arch of a missile caused Hank to jerk the plane on its side. Anastasia just about threw up. Erik's hand reached out for her, telling her that she would be alright. The plane settled just as the missile reached the Aral Sea and exploded. Anastasia finally let her stomach rest. The whole Russia vs America order had come to an end just as the Shaw situation was kickstarting.
"Is there anything unusual on radars or scanners?" the now blue Hank asked Moira. The CIA agent hollered back that all things were clear. "Well then he must be underwater, and we don't have sonar."
Anastasia looked over at Sean with wide eyes. He immediately caught on to her and spoke up. "Yes we do."
She was already unbuckling her harness with Sean as Charles and Erik did the same. All four stood up almost simultaneously and headed to the bomb bay doors just as Hank opened them.
