Missing in Action

Chapter Thirty Nine

Missing in Action

Chapter Thirty Nine

Cassidy's P.O.V

He burst in to the room. His eyes were full of burning anger as he strode towards me.

"Why won't they meet the demands!?" he bellowed.

The room that I had been moved to had the same layout, but the pipes on the roof didn't drip any water.

I smiled.

"They don't take kindly to traitors Captain Tom Scott," I stated calmly.

My week was up. Today was the day that I died. I had accepted it, and I was going to follow it through.

Tom Scott just glared at me.

Maybe I knew that I was going to die the day that my plane exploded in the sky. Maybe I did die that day.

At times, I wondered if I was still asleep on Illustrious after being drugged by Private Henson. It was easier to accept than death, but I knew that it wasn't real.

More than anything, I wished that I had been able to say goodbye to everyone that I knew.

I wondered where Louis was right now. I couldn't help but wonder if he would come to be happy again one day if I died.

Maybe he'd have children one day.

"You seem awfully calm for someone who is about to die," Tom Scott observed.

"You gave a week. My week is up," I stated.

He came and sat on the chair in front of me. Up close he looked tired. The man in charge had told him that I had better be worth it, but they hadn't got what they had wanted. He might yet meet the same fait as me.

"They're going to kill you," I said.

He nodded.

"As an example of what happens to those who don't please our leaders and our God," he said.

I nodded. Terrorists were known to kill others within there own ranks for one reason or another.

"Maybe you just ended up in the wrong place," I told him.

"No, I believe that was you," he said.

I nodded.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"You once asked me why I betrayed my country. I didn't have a choice. My friend and I were on a mission. We got trapped. It was a case of join them or die. She chose to die, but she wanted someone to talk to her before she died," he said.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"You remind me of her," he told me.

I was shocked at that. It was hard to be compared to someone like that. No matter what, that women wouldn't have given up, and he believed that I was the same.

"Before she died, she told me that I was a coward. I didn't believe her until you were brought in. You have so much fight for hardly any reason," he said.

I smiled weakly at him.

"Thank you," I said.

"I'm sorry as well... about your squadron," he said.

I looked away from him.

"We're at war, maybe not officially, but war means killing," I whispered.

It stung for me to say that. He was going to die, and, despite everything he had done, I had forgiven him. I knew it would never justify his killing or any that I have committed, but it made things easier to live with.