Recon 1(unfinished)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"who are you?" Mathew demands, his dark eyes glaring at our intruder. Tied up on a chair was a gorgeous blonde with blue eyes that looked dazzling under an interrogation lamp, her once flawless cheeks were slightly bruised by a punch I may have accidentaly gave her. So much for a good first impression. Despite the situation, she handled our inquirness with remarkable calmness.

"Rachel, but there is no need for my name but for what I can do for you." Rachel replies with a glare just as intimidating as Mathew's. Her voice reminds me of honey so sweet but so strong, she showed signs of intelligence which amused me given the stereotype on blondes.

"I am a member of the Cressian department of sciences and I have some info for you."

Sitting in the cockpit I dap the cut on my forehead after my struggle with Rachel. The soldiers had rushed to the food storage and found her huddled in a cabinet. She struggled but the grip of the soldiers was to strong and she gave in. I attempted to tie her to a chair and suffered blows to the face. Girls and there heels. In an effort in confining her I had to strike a blow, two soldiers were down at the food storage sweeping for bombs or other weapons. Mathew got information out of her with most of it being of no use, until she said something that wouldn't stop agitating my thoughts

"whoever sent you on this mission wanted you dead."

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"What do you mean she's gone?!" the president barks is forehead aching in frustration, his informer had entered to speak with the president on a crucial topic. Expecting the usual droning on and on about the improvements of Cressia, he was not expecting that his director of sciences would go missing.

He narrowed his eyes at the informer, looking so small in his office if you could call it that. An immense edifice with floors made of crystal clear glass covering an aquarium, that housed only the most exotic species. Digital walls that could change scenery at the click of a button, currently he had it on an expanse of buildings all below him. He enjoyed the pleasure of being on top. A rich mahogany desk with his name engravedon a solid gold plaque 'president Clinton Ramsey'. Behind him was a full wall window that offered him a perfect view of his utopia.

"President sir we might know where she went." the informer stuttered casting his eyes to the glass below, he shifted his glance to the screens briefly forgetting the dangerous beauty of the flawless glass below. President Ramsey motioned for him to continue.

"We traced her flight track, it informs us that she travelled to the west coast of Lyren which compound we cannot locate."

The president signals for him to leave, being alone in this room he turns to the window, he glimpses at his reflection. Tired blue eyes scarred after years of service and bloodshed, a

Fading mop of pale blonde hair. A grim face that hasnt felt joy for years, the successes of Cressia didn't fill him. Sitting back down in his chair he rested his eyes on a picture of a woman. Short dark hair that were streaked with silver strips. Soft brown eyes that always comforted him when he would wake with nightmares of war.

'Oh, Martha why did you have to depart leaving me with our treasure who now has gone missing.'