The Summer of Fighting His Enemies (COMPLETED)

Chapter Twenty-Three

(STONE'S POINT OF VIEW)

Stone sighed as he heard a small gasp behind him. He dragged Taylor out and lifted her into his arms. Then he turned and faced Danka, her lip was quivering

"You didn't have to do that." She said as a tear slipped out. Great. Stone thought as he answered her slowly.

"Yes I did."

"Why?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"All I have to say is nice going."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you should not have made contact."

"I'm sorry. But she took me by surprise. I was not ready to see her."

"You have comprised everything."

"But she's my sister. My blood."

"Only by half." He retorted back as he shoved past her.

"Half is whole to me. Technically we are one."

"No Danka. She is gone. No longer who she was supposed to be." He said as they walked into the terminal. They walked to where they kept the wheelchairs and Stone set her in it. Then they walked to the ticket counter and Stone got another ticket. As they waited for the doors to open to be able to go out to the plane, Danka whispered

"We can get her back can't we?"

"I'm going to try. I was going to do it on my own. I figured she would listen to me better. Now I don't think she will want to listen because of you."

"But if only we can make her see. I mean you have proof yes?"

"Yes I do."

"Then maybe me being there will help soften things. I will do anything to get my sister back. Please." Stone blew his breathe out his nose as he picked at dirt on his jeans

"Fine Danka. But the only thing I want you to do is be an assassin. I do not want you to interfere when I tell her story. My story-" He paused and looked at Danka. "Our story." Danka's eyes fell downward.

"Fine. I accept the mission." She turned from him. Stone took a moment and glanced at Taylor. She was stuck. Stuck thinking she was a teenager, but that was not the case. She was in fact his age. It was so sad to see her this way and he hoped it would be easy to convince her. If not, he would have to try another approach and it would not be pretty."

"Excuse me?" A vice said. Looking up stone recognized the guard from earlier

"Yes?"

"Is your wife okay?"

"Wife?" Danka asked. Stone shot her a look as the guard looked at her too

"Yes she is fine. She was just tired, you know. She also had knee surgery on top of the pins and was very tired.

"I see. Well if you want, they won't be boarding for a few more minutes but I can take you there right now. Less stress for you to try and get through the crowd."

"Would you? That would be very helpful."

"Of course." The guard bobbed his head. Stone rose, glared at Danka who followed meekly behind him. They went out to the plane and Stone picked up his package effortlessly into his arms. They showed the stewardess their tickets and she escorted them to their seats. Stone watched the guard talking to the flight captain, he wished he had bionic hearing so he could hear what they were saying.

"Here you are." The stewardess said in a flat monotone voice

"Thank you." anka said with a smile as she took her seat across from them.