Deanna's pov ----2 years later----
Me and my partner James were on top of a building waiting for our target. He was suppose to be here hours ago.
Finally I saw him. James nodded and I aimed carefully. Once he got within range I adjusted my gun and made sure I was aimed for his head. I took a deep breath and shot. He fell to the ground. James looked through his binoculars and smiled,
"Clear shot through the left temple out the right. Now let's get back to base." I nodded and we quickly and quietly grabbed everything.
We got back to base and we were talking to everyone else. It was a little down time. We could let our guards down and relax. Something went off and we all dove for our guns. We held them at ready and one of the techs walked in saying,
"We have company." Looks like that's the end of down time. We all scrambled to get our gear on when gun shots started. James and I looked at each other before nodding. We needed to get the roof.
I was climbing the ladder and shooting. It was going ok. James helped me onto the roof and I took up sniping position.
After a few hours we were out of ammo for everything but my hand gun. And we're loosing.
James looked at me and I smiled sadly,
"Guess I'm breaking my promise to my mom. James when this is over I need you to go home to your family." He looked at me and before he could say anything I slipped away from cover. I shot and hit my target every time.
Then I ran out of bullets. I moved to get cover but got a pain in my back. I was shot. I kept running and signaled for James to follow.
We were inside and I radioed for help while we grabbed ammo. I started shooting out of windows and James was yelling at me for getting shot. I ignored him and a blast went off. James and I were thrown from the blast and I hit my head.
I woke up in a room with people running around me. I couldn't feel anything. There was a lot of yelling and people saying I was awake and trying to talk to me. I tried talking but I couldn't. My brain wasn't forming words. Someone stuck a needle in my arm and I faded back to black.
I woke up in a hospital room with a bandage around my head and right eye. I sat up and I felt bandages along my torso. My wrists and hands were wrapped and I couldn't see my legs. There was a tube down throat. I went to buzz for a nurse but a doctor walked in making me jump. His eyes widened when he saw I wads wake and he walked over saying,
"Tap my arm if you know who Patrick Stump, Pere Went. Desire Hills, and Liz Kelky are." I tapped his arm and he took the tube out of my throat and handed me a glass of water. A nurse came in and they whispered about something and I asked,
"Where am I? How long was I out?"
"You're in Chicago. You've been out for a week.
I nodded before asking, "Where's my partner James?"
"Right here Hills. You're an idiot. I dove for cover you didn't," James chuckled. I glared at him. He stood there in a dirty signed uniform.
He stepped in continuing, "You family was just notified you're awake. They were pissed that they couldn't see you."
A smile crept it's way onto my face and faded as I asked, "Why is my eye bandaged?"
"You got a cut going next to it. We needed to wrap it that was the best way. Press the red button if you need anything." I nodded and I looked at James asking,
"How close did I come to dying?"
He sighed before replying, "Pretty close. You were dead at one point. Scared the hell outta me." I smiled and uncovered my legs. They were fine except for bruises and a wrap around my right ankle.
My eyes met James and I laughed, "I'm surprised my legs aren't worse."
"It's because of where you were standing. You woulda lost them if you were standing half a centimeter to the left."
I smiled sheepishly and the door opened. I looked up and Pete, Liz, Trick, and my mom came in. Liz and my mom hugged me to them and Patrick and Pete were on the outside. I flinched coughing,
"Can't breathe. And Ow!" They let go and I went to stand up but I almost fell. James caught me saying,
"Careful Hills. Your legs look fine but you have some nerve damage. Nothing major. But you might have a hard time walking until you actually eat something." I gave him a look and He helped me back into my head. I looked on the night stand and my heart started speeding up. My phone was ringing and it was HIM. James grabbed it and picked it up saying,
"James Wendle speaking."
He put it on speaker as my dad replied, "Who the fuck are you?"
James chuckled before saying, "Your daughter's friend. And sniping partner. Now what do you want?"
My dad let loose a string of curses before finally saying, "To tell that bitch to die out there." The line went dead and I chuckled,
"That went better then I imagined. Too bad I have a sucky dad."
Patrick whispered something and my mom looked at the ground.
I looked at Patrick asking, "Wha?"
He looked up saying, "He's not our dad."
