𝗙!𝗢𝗖 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗴 𝗦𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗸𝗼
Analeah Conrad has been taught by her older brother, James Conrad how to survive. Analeah was only seventeen when she was approached by Bill Randa and Houston Brooks asking her to join them on an expedition to an uncha...
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"I got a wife. Had a wife. Have a wife?" Marlow spoke as he looked at the photograph of his wife before looking at James and Mason, "Guess I don't know anymore. We got hitched right before I deployed." Analeah smiled at Marlow's story, Slivko absentmindedly running his fingers through Analeah's hair like it was the most natural thing for him. "Got a telegram from her the day before I got shot down, she said we just had our baby boy. I got a son out there. Grown man I've never met," Marlow finished off with a solemn expression. "Yeah, she definitely thinks you're dead, man," Slivko spoke up earning a pinch from Analeah and James hitting the cabin roof.
"I'm just saying," Slivko defended himself while Analeah shook her head. "You don't know that," James replied to him. "You'd be surprised how long people wait," Analeah added as she turned her head to look up at Slivko, the man looking back at her with a small smile due to her words. "Ah, truth is, I don't expect them to be waiting," Marlow told them as Analeah rested her head in the crook of Slivko's neck, her eyes closing as she relaxed against his body; Slivko biting his lip as he tightened his arm around her more securely. "I'd be fine either way. I just want one last chance to see them. That'd be good enough for me," Marlow continued with a sigh.
"We're gonna get you home," Mason assured the man with a smile. "Fox Five, come back. Is there anyone out there?" Mills' voice came through Slivko's radio causing Analeah to jolt upright allowing Slivko to grab the radio phone. "Hey! This is Fox Five. We hear you. Yeah! We're on a boat. We're on a boat headed up north on a river," Slivko responded instantly. "A boat? Where'd y'all get a boat?" Mills asked Slivko. "We met this, like, crazy Santa Claus time-traveler guy from World War II. You'll meet him," Slivko replied to him. "What kind of boat y'all got?" Mills asked while Slivko smiled at Analeah.
Analeah smirked before grabbing the radio phone, "It's more of a plane than a boat, really. I've been calling it a Ploat." Mills had turned to Reles and Cole with a smile hearing Analeah's voice through the radio. "Good to hear you're alive, kid," Cole's voice came through the radio. "Someone has to keep Slivko alive," Analeah teased making Slivko roll his eyes playfully. "True that," Mills replied through the radio, Analeah handing the radio phone back to Slivko. "We need their location, Slivko," James called up to the soldier. "Send up a flare so we can find you," Slivko instructed through the radio. "Roger that, Fox Five," Colonel Packard's voice replied.
A flare went up in the distance making Analeah smile and cheer happily. "I repeat, we have a visual. Two klicks to our north," Slivko informed Colonel Packard. "Roger that, Fox Five. Fox One out," Colonel Packard responded before Slivko wrapped his arms around Analeah, resting his face in the crook of her neck in happiness. But the cheers faded as Nieves screamed out in pain, a small bird similar to a pterodactyl lifted the man from the boat before more flocked towards the man's body; the flock working together to peck and tear his body apart. Slivko had lifted his gun ready to shoot when James motioned for them to lower the guns, Marlow solemn in his words that the man was good as gone.
