Brian Galbraith never expected to hear back from Mobius One, the legendary ISAF fighter pilot, when he sent them a letter over a year ago. But all that changes when Bryn Holloway shows up in response to it. Brian learns the truth about the hero of...
I thought I could refrain from posting this until after I finished another story, but yeah, that didn't happen, so enjoy!
Chapter Quote:
"There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning." ___________________________________
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Brian
"Brian, you're not seriously considering walking home in this weather," Felicity Vickers demanded, crossing her arms and staring me down with her pale green eyes. She was the barkeeper's daughter, the girl I'd been in love with since before I could remember. She didn't know that though. Felicity was still stubborn too, if not even more so than when she was a kid.
"My house is a ten-minute walk away. And it's just snow. Besides, I have Mobius with me," I said, glancing down at my German Shepherd who stared up at me, his tongue lolling out the side.
"It's pitch black and icy, and if you get yourself injured, or worse killed, I'll kill you." She ran a hand through her blonde hair while I contemplated pointing out the contradiction in her sentence. I decided against it though. "Can you not just wait another ten minutes for me to get off work?"
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I sighed. "I've been here since seven-thirty this morning. It's now nine at night. What're ten more minutes?"
"It's no one's fault but your own that you've been here longer than your shift."
"What? Everyone loves Mobius, and I enjoyed all the conversations."
"You also enjoyed all the free drinks."
"I will neither confirm nor deny that."
"It's fine. You got us a ton of tips. Just wait here, and try not to start any more conversations." Felicity smirked at me before disappearing amongst the crowd. I sat in a corner to avoid drawing attention to myself, and luckily, it worked. My coworker came over, all wrapped in her coat and scarf, and asked, "You ready?"
"Ready," I confirmed, getting up. We walked out of the bar and got into her truck. I was glad Felicity didn't mind Mobius getting in the backseat considering he definitely needed a nail trim and was going through a major shedding phase. But like everyone else, she adored him.
"So, when is your truck going to be fixed?" Felicity inquired.
"The mechanic said by Monday, but two days ago he said it'd be ready today. So who knows," I complained. "Thanks for the lift, by the way."
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