Terminal One

The Secret Key...

2 weeks later....
Fort Greely, Alaska

"Aye Quill, stop playing around and help me." "Man, I got it." "No the fuck you don't." Zac screamed. "This missile is serious shit."

Quill huffs, "You know I could drop this..." "And if you do, I'ma come down from heaven and beat yo ass. Because I promise it'll be worth it." Zac warned, as he and Quill finished putting the missile in the underbelly of the plane.

Once the missile is placed Zac makes sure it's secure. Then his technical sergeant comes over to check. "Good Job Taylor." "Thank you Sir." "What about me?" "What about you Airman Quill?" the Sergeant asked, with a furrowed brow.

Quill goes silent. "I've been watching you all day Airman Quill and quite frankly I'm not pleased with your work." "But he..." "WAS DOING HIS JOB! NOW STAND DOWN!"

Quill stands down. As the Technical Sergeant situates his uniform. "Senior Airman Taylor." "Yes Sir." "You are dismissed to cover your next task." he told Zac. "I will oversee your work here and I will personally work with Airman Quill myself."

"Yes Sir." Zac uttered then saluted his commanding officer and left.

Later on that evening....

"Man I swear I wanted to rip that muthafucka's head off!" Zac mumbled. "Calm down Cujo." "Calm down my ass. Zac is right. Quill always be on some bullshit." another man said to the group. "Did I tell y'all what that muthafucka did to me the other day. Almost got my ass sent the fuck home and I need this job..." "What he do?" Zac inquired, placing his card down in the center of the table.

"Bro, this sorry piece of shit..." the man shakes his head. "I'm mixing the chemical liquids for the missile right." "Right." "I don't know where he got the fucking matches from but this nigga gon' light a fucking match, wave it out, and then threw it in the fucking chemicals." "YO! I swear to God..." "Bro." "Sorry Zac. But that nigga is out to kill us all I swear he is. He ain't right." "Agreed." all the men chimed, as they continued to play cards in the recreation room.

"Hey guys..." All the guys look up to the sweet voices that's greeting them. "Hey Luna, Hey Lizzy..." they all said getting back to their game.

"Why y'all get quiet all of a sudden?" Lizzy asked, eyeing Zac. 

All the guys looked at each other, then said in unison. "Because you're here." "Dang it's like that?" "I mean we're kind of in the middle of a game." one of the guys said. 

"That's cool. I didn't want to talk to you anyway. Hey Zac." "What's up Elizabeth." Zac uttered out of kindness, shaking his head.

"You know you can call me Lizzy right." "You know I'm married right." "So what's that supposed to mean?" "It means I'm going to call you the name that God gave you and respect my marriage Elizabeth. Please leave me alone." Zac uttered never losing focus on the game.

Lizzy rolls her eyes. "Ok." she uttered. "Come on Lu. Let's go." As Luna and Lizzy turned to leave the guys to their card game. 

"Wait." a man says, "Luna hold up..." "Bro, we got a game going on here." "Just give me a second..." the guy uttered making his way over to Luna.

"Look at this nigga." one of the guys mumbled. "Didn't he just get divorced?" "Yup, he and Luna been close ever since." "Nigga been waxing the DUST OFF THAT PUSSY!!" All the guys laugh except for Zac.

He didn't find it amusing but kept his demeanor kosher. Although he liked the group of guys he hung out with after work, he didn't totally agree on their views of relationships or women. However he often used them as a means to escape and vent about military stuff until it was time for him to talk to Fatima.