I Choose You

Chapter Fifty One - Wide Open

"Move, move, move!" Greg demanded from behind a bush. We all stooped down lower, knees bent,and swiftly made our way around the house.

We were somewhere in the middle of nowhere in England. We took a helicopter from some place a few hours from where we were stationed and landed some place an hour later, nothing but woodland to be seen. From there, we took these little cars that fit two people and about three bags of supplies, and got left off at a log cabin the the dead center of the woods. Then we had to walk through the forest, over tree roots and over fallen trees, using them as bridges to cross little streams or big rivers. We finally got where we were needed, and we running low on food and water. The fprest was somewhat tropical, humid and it rained off and on throughout the day. There was no life to be seen except would could be lying behind the walls of wood we crept behind. I was just praying we didn't come all the way into the middle of nowhere to get eaten by mosquitoes without nourishment other than the random downpours of cold rain to pound our faces for nothing. At this point, I rather let Phillip kill me than us kill him. I kind of wish he did, with all those times he attempted to. Or didn't. Either way, death didn't seem to bad an longer.

"What exactly is the point of this?" Joe, our gun specialist asked as he drank a small swig of what was left in his last water bottle. "This is hell. If he's all the way out here how the hell is he supposed to get alex all the way out there?"

"It's precautious." Greg answered through, what sounded like, clenched teeth. We stopped below one of the only glass windows in the little hut, our line of defense wrapping halfway around the house. Joe snorted and kicked a rock, then put his water bottle back in his bag.

"What now?" I asked, staring up at the window. It was big and glass, almost streak-free. There was no way that, if anyone wanted to look out that window, wouldn't see us.

"We break in. Here's a crowbar. Attention!" Everyone's hand flew up to their forehead as they straightened their neck at the sound of duty calling. "Are we around the door?" Greg's voice boomed, though it was a mere whisper.

"Affirmative, sir!" answered a group of confident whispers.

"And around all other exits?"

"Affirmative!"

"Draw! Action, go, go, go!" A lock of guns was heard and I bashed the crowbar through the window. The assembly behind me crawled through thr ragged edges of the broken window, careful not to cut themselves on it. I steppedout of the way and grabbed the bulletproof shield Greg was holding for me as the rest of Joe's group stood by the open window, guns drawn. This was it.

Calls of clear! and going in!  were heard through the hole in the window as the group inside scoped out the place looking for anything to go by.

"Send in tests! G5, H6, fingerprints and DNA." No one was whispering anymore. If anyone was near or in the house, they knew we were there. They knew there was no espcaping.

"All tests ago; close in on all exits! Keep your guns draw, men!"

"Sir, yessir!" everyone answered back in melody as a group of five more climbed through the window with their bagsof testing supplies slung over their back. Joe took another small drink.

"Movement, northeast in the house. Anyone check for a kitchen?" I heard it, too. There were pots and pans clanking together, the sink going on and off. It was the loudest think I ever heard. There was an awful squeaking noise, then a screeching before a pop sounded, followed by the faint sound of water hitting metal in a spray, all while a ticking noise repeated every second. It needed serious work.

"Hands up, hands up!" someone yelled as the sink screeched to a stop. A pan made a noise and more shouting merged together. Everyone backe away from the exits a bit, guns still drawn.

"Pull back?" Greg asked.

"Affirmative! We got him." We all made our way around towards the door. Greg grabbed the handle and waited for the knocks, as he explian. "Get the boy out." Greg pushed me away as the knocks came. I stood by the tree as the procession of people came out of the house, all surrnding one person I couldn't see. That was him, that was Phillip.

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I tapped my fingers on the desk. It has been three hours since we actually extracted Phillip from the house, and two since we got back from doing so. I've been in a room the size of a closet for about an hour, all by myself. I tried everything: to nap, to write, to draw, to excercise and none of it worked. every time, i found myself sitting back down in the only chair that was in this room, rubbing the desk or tapping my fingers along it.

The door opened, and Jake's head popped in. He eased the door shut behind him and leaned against it. I got up and flung myself into his arms. When I let go, he spoke. "You think you can do a line-up? Of just one person. THis guy claims you'll know him." I nodded slowly and left the room with Jake, my hand shaking around his.

He opened the door to this room that was separted by a thick, glass window. The other side was mepty except for Joe, who stood there with a pistol in hand. This was it, the time where I finally find out who this was.

"You ready?" Jake asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I took a deep breath as Jake spoke into the reciever, letting the other side know we're ready.

"Affirmative," he said clearly, and a buzzer sounded. Greg led a man through the little hall on the side, and my jaw dropped once I saw him.

"Oh, my God." I said, not knowing what else to say. I pulled myself together. "This has to be a joke. It has to be. I know that person, oh my."

"Who is it, Alex?" Jake asked, nodding towards Greg. Greg nodded back. Jake pushed the sound button as the man glared at me.

"My ex girlfriend's father. Her name was Jesica. . .Holy shit. She said that her dad hated transgender people. I get it all now. He wanted us to break up. He didn't want me with his daughter. He always, crap, why didn't i get this earlier?"

"So, it's Jessica's father?"

"Yes. I'm sure."

"We got it, Greg. This is it. We win. And you," Jake said to the bastard of a person, "Will be doing a great of shitt for this. Have a great damned time in jail."

[A/N: This is it. The first book of I Choose You is over. YOu know who it is.

Thank you for being such amazing readers and sticking around even when my updates lacked. I'm so happy for this expirence. Sequel coming soon. I hope you enjoyed this ending.]