Plan B

In teh Mist -P3-

  As we continued down the twisting paths of the trails, Irina huddled herself closer and shivered. Her now damp clothes would freeze her, no dought. "Irina, I'm gonna stop here for a second, alright?"

She gave me no answer but her ragged breathing. I figured she had passed out mid journey back. And consitering it took an hour at best to jog these trails, there was still another half hour to go before we return to the base. I set her down gently and took off my jacket, ignoring the bitterly cool air which nipped at my skin, and wrapped it around the small child in order to prevent hypothermia from sinking it.

And yet again, I picked her up, only this time her head pressed to my shoulder like a toddler. And I heard her faint whisper in Russian, I had heard it enough to know what it ment, "Spasibo, dyadya." And for a moment I felt guilty, as I knew she ment this to Nikolai, I wasn't her uncle.

As I reached the base, Fador was pacing axtiously, but seeing me aproach, his forest green eyes filled with relieve and more worry. "MacTavish! Oh my god! Irina! Is she alright? Where was she?"
I didn't want to mention Scarab's spirit bringing her back to life. So I told him, "I found her on the river bank. She was passed out, but alive. The worse of her injuries is just in ankle, I'm sure it's just a sprain though."

Fador nodded, he had matured from the confused teenager whome I had first know. He was stronger, and much more mentally prepared for heartbreak, I let him take his sister, and before leaving, he told me, "Thank you."

I smiled dimmly, and when he was gone I told Scarab my thanks for saving her. And I was beginning to wonder why her ghost was here in teh first place, I didn't know much about the paranormal. I hadn't even bothered to actively learna bout it, but now I was willing to find out.
But first I'd get some very well needed sleep. And I let the dark of the bunk hall lure me into the slumber without much effort.

'"Soap!" I turned around at the sound of the voice. It was strange because no one was there. "Soap!" Still no one in the aminious depths of the pitch black room. "SOAP!" The I realized, it wasn't pitchblack, there were hands over my eyes. They moved away, letting me see the clouds above me as they blew lazily in the blue sky. "Soap, are you death? I'm right here!" I turned on my side and looked up at the sorce. It was Scarab, as she was everytime I had seen her as a spirit. Exect without the glare of unrealistic light, I could now see her clothes in more detail.

The gownd she wore only reached her knees, it was a pale gold that now seemed duller than before. And baggy flanal pants, at least thats what it looked like, covered her legs except for her barefeet, which were one of the only unscarred parts of her entire body. The wings were that of an albino hawk, large, strong, and pure white.

"Scarab?" I croaked in disbeleif. And remembered the fact I couldn't touch her, and saddened.

"I'm right here, Soap." She assured and touched my cheek, I could feel her skin, which was now warm and soothing. I reached up to teh hand to see if I could actually touch it, and surprisingly could. Releif surged through me, and much to my advantage now, I let my lips crash to hers. Not caring if anyone were to see me in the feild. But she broke away, "John, I'm sorry, it's just... It's just I need to tell you something and you must listen."

I could see the urgency edged in her tone, and she continued.

"There is a traitor, I'm sorry that I can't tell you exactly who. But you can't allow them to acheive their goal."

"What goal?" I asked.

She sighed, "They want to kill you."

I stepped back in utter shock. How could this be right? Someone wanted me... oh wait, I'm in teh fucking military. Never mind that, but someone in my own squad did, this only brought utter terror to seep in.