The Lost Ones

The Lost Ones - Chpt 6

I stared at the person who just entered the room, warily. From I observed, she carried herself confidently and from the way she commanded Thatcher, I assumed she was his superior. Whatever she wanted with me, I did not know. She went and sat at the chair on the side at the bed and spoke.

"Hello Y/N Wolffe. I am Director Six. I'm in charge of the Rainbow team. Firstly, I would like to apologize on behalf of the team for this blunder. I heard from your superior that you were fired for being unfit for duty."

I raised my eyebrow in surprise. It has only been a day and she received information about my situation. She pulled up a folder she had in her hand and opened it. The insignia on the folder looked foreign to me. She ruffled through the folder and read the contents. I kept silent while she did so.

"Y/N Wolffe, born 1970 in East Germany. Father was the defence minister. 3 years in the Grenztruppen and reached the rank of Oberst. I could go on and on, but you get the point. I am here because I need people to lead the team. Not just assigning positions, but intel gathering and logistics management. I cannot handle all the operations of this force and I need people who don't care about the politics of the job, I can do that. From your track record, I believe you are more than capable of doing so, believe me, I even have your East German files. The men on the ground should focus on their job but you have to manage them. I need you to lead them."

I looked at her in surprise. Not many people know that much about me. I kept my life in East Germany to myself. Not even my superiors knew about it in detail. Other than that, I was offered a job. I was not aware of this Rainbow task force until a few days ago when I was briefed of their involvement in Operation "Clean House". I was tasked with them to provide reconnaissance and intelligence on enemy positions. First-hand, I saw their prowess in combat. I regret saying what I said to Mike and Monika. I need to apologize to them.

However, that can wait as Six was there, waiting patiently for my response. I nodded my head in agreement, earning a satisfied smirk from her. There was no reason to not get the job. I still get to lead men. I kept silent about the argument I had with Mike, but I guess she knew that already. I did not want to waste this chance to have a new purpose in life, where I was useful. Where I was needed. She stood up and walked to the door. Pausing, she faced me.

"I spoke to the doctors and they said to give you about 2 weeks of bed rest. After these two weeks, you will be going to HQ. Your therapy will be conducted there. If you would like, I can have a search team look for your sister. Think about it. Have a good night... Captain."

With that she left, leaving me sitting on the dimly lit room, staring at the door. What the fuck just happened?

*IQ's POV*

I was in the car crying to myself. I knew this was my fault. I should just retire from this. I would do everyone a favour. The knocking on the door interrupted me from my thoughts. I looked up and saw Mike, his face displayed worry and anger. Which was more prominent, I could not say. Reluctantly, I unlocked the car for him to enter. He sat on the passenger seat next to me, looking at me silently. I started up the car, wiping my tears and stifling my sobs. He doesn't want to talk to me, heh, who does? Just as I was about to step on the gas, Mike placed his hand on the steering wheel.

"I know you may not want to talk about it and you need time. Its better to let it all out. Doesn't need to be me, but if it's worth something, I'm here for you." His hand shifted from the steering wheel to my shoulder.

I stared at him in shock. Everyone else would have pushed me away, laugh even. But not him. He was there for me. There when nobody else was. My frown changed to the first genuine smile I had today. I grabbed him by his chest and shoved my head into his chest, pulling him into a tight hug. He, in turn hugged me back tightly, stroking my short blonde hair gently.

"Danke schön Mike, du bist ein guter Freund." I mumbled into his chest. "Thank you very much Mike, you are a good friend."