"OKAY EVERYONE GET packing, we have work to do." Shankar yells out from behind his bunk bed. I open my box and grab the necessary. I put my coat on and wear my bullet proof jacket over it. I then tighten my boots and start packing my first aid things. The ritual begins with refilling my guns, beginning with the simpler and smaller ones with the smaller ammo. I put two refills of the handguns in my right pocket underneath the knee and two others refills for the P300 pistols in the opposite one. Most of the weapons are dismantled and laying here and there but we know what goes where.
"Baby, we might die today or this instance, can't I get a kiss?" Connor says hanging from his bed.
"Fuck off." I simply reply resuming my preparations. With the bigger weapons now, the bullets have to be attached around. I stand up and before I ask anyone's help, I feel Rickey creep up behind me and attach the hooks of the bullet holder. I thank him doing a forward movement with my head. Rickey is already prepared. I put my helmet on and pull on Connor which makes him fall. Everyone laughs as I grin lopsidedly.
"GET READY YOU PUSSIES!" Sergeant Melherd yells from the tent's entrance. "YOU'VE GOT WORK WAITING AND YOU'RE LAZING AROUND IN HERE?"
"What's so surprising about it?" I mumble to myself sliding my penknife in my pocket. When I finally exit the hut, I am immediately hit with the heat outside.The sun is very high up and we have to put up with it. Back in Montreal, I might have enjoyed this weather but I can't seem to shake off this nauseating feeling. As if something bad might happen. Alessandro comes out after me, followed by his twin brother Roberto. I advance towards the vehicle we usually take when a hand grabs my shoulder.
"Where are you going darling?" Rickey smiles at me. When did he start calling me darling? I ask myself frowning. Rickey is 26 years old and he was born in Canada. He tanned quite a bit since we first met and I have to admit, his eyes are this amazing blue colour that reminds me of the sky on a sunny day. Like today. I can see light brown curls escaping from his helmet. He joined the army the way I did and he studied in a reserve. Rickey is an expert in the explosives department. He joined the team by making a bomb and then deactivating it with limited resources during the Selection. He still keeps his friendly smile and points in another direction. I shield my eyes from the sun with my hand and look towards the area he is showing. Shankar is climbing up a tank. I grin unconsciously at the idea of riding one.
It's been a year and a half that I officially started my military service by being dispatched. Although we are still being trained in team strategy, we often go out in missions. Every time we were sent to a location we used the truck in order to get to the designated area. I'm still not quite sure what kind of team we are. We were hastily put together after the Selection and often enough, we are the first team on sight if not the only one. Not to mention the amount of paperwork we have. Rickey goes there and I follow his lead. Arriving at the big vehicle, I can't help but feel even shorter. I stand there for a bit waiting for some help rather than instructions. Connor pops out from the inside and offers a hand. I grab it and he easily pulls me up. Connor is pale with short blond hair and blue eyes protected by long eyelashes. He's sexier than I am!
"Thanks," I mumble keeping my head down. Practically everyone is specialized in something specific in the team but Connor's talent is....still unveiled.
"You're welcome, baby, now can I get a kiss ?" Connor insists with a disgusting duck face. In response, I smack his face with my knuckles.
"Leave her alone," Rickey tells him gravely. "Go to a whore house." He laughs.
"He means: go home," I speak out monotonously. Connor shakes his head and moves to one of the watchers' post. I bet Shankar and Rickey will get to shoot! And where are we going?
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The day we met again
Romance"I never thought we'd meet again, at least not this way.After all those years of regret, that vivid memory had begun to fade away. Yet he had to come back and reopen an old wound. The guy I liked since 4th grade." Isha is back from war, back to "no...
