Multiverse Of Heroes|Ghostforce| /ENGLISH/

Good luck Ghostforce

The Ghostforce crew stared at the woman in bewilderment.

Ghost in Paris?  But how?

Jones quickly ended their eye contact.  She looked at the floor as if it was responsible for all their problems.  Unfortunately, it wasn't that simple.  There was no one to blame for their ghost problems.  The ghosts are obedient to themselves, they do not listen to anyone and are guided by their instinct.

She looked at her students.  They were pale as a wall, their eyes wandered around the screen.  She had known them for a year, she knew that despite the fear so visible on their faces, they would want to go and defeat the ghost.  Jones couldn't let them do that, they were still children.  They have their whole lives ahead of them.

At that moment she made a decision.

She walked briskly to the weapons warehouse, the sound of footsteps following her.  She took out a purple duffel bag from under the panel and started packing her arsenal into it.

- What are you doing?  - she heard Andy's hoarse voice behind her.

- I'm packing.

She was very aware of the confusion on the children's faces, but she wasn't going to explain herself.

- Why?  - Mike asked.

- It's none of your business.

She zipped up her stuffed bag and slung it over her shoulder.  She passed the young heroes who were trying to get answers to the questions they were asking as they followed her.  They found themselves back in the main room of the lab.  Jones walked up to the main panel, entered a command and the door to the Ghostcar opened.  Before she could get through the door, Liv stood in her way, her arms spread wide.

- Finally, answer our questions!  - she demanded.

They both looked deeply into each other's eyes.  Neither of them planned to give in to this unintentional staring contest.

-Move over.

- No - she replied as calmly as Jones Liv - Until you tell me what you're doing.

- It's none of your business.

Her brother and their friend appeared next to the young girl.  She had never seen such stubbornness from them.  She felt moisture gathering in her eyes, she had almost lost them so many times.  Each of them almost came close to death several times.  Because of her.  The fact that they are in such a situation is solely her fault.  She should choose someone older, more experienced as New York's defenders, maybe war veterans, policemen, anyone but defenseless children.  Maybe there is still time to change your decision?  Giving medallions to someone older?

Every night he dreams about losing them.  Each person dies differently in each dream, and the worst thing is that before waking up, he hears their voices saying "Your fault."

But despite this, she cannot get them out of her life.  She loved them like her children.  Each of them carries a part of her, Mike - intelligence and love of learning, Andy - joy of life, Liv - faith and courage.

Despite her attempts to hold back the tears, they leaked from her eyes and ran down her chin.  Her body shook with choked sobs, and she covered her eyes with her hand, trying to get rid of the gruesome images of her children's death.

- Why do you always want to help everyone?!

Even Jones was surprised by this question.  That's not what she wanted to say, she's not entirely sure she wanted to speak at all, but the question had been asked and despite all her conflicting feelings, she wanted to know the answer.