The Distance

Page 33, Chapter 5:Meeting him

What the hell is my dad doing here

I thought to myself in embarrassment. I could not believe him, I thought this dude was in the army, what business does he have here with a bunch of dudes in marine uniforms. Either I'm tripping or going insane trying to process this whole thing with my fried brain; that or I'm missing a piece to the puzzle. Back at home 2 months ago my dad had told me he would be on deployment to Okinawa and this was basically the only base I knew about. I thought it would be an army base, but unfortunately it seems I have stumbled upon a marine base.

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God I had the urge to get infuriated by this entire thing. I should have remembered my father was here, but I was so caught up in planning this raid I forgot all about it and I'm just now reclaiming that memory. He snapped his fingers and told me an officer would come to interrogate me later. I screamed after him and asked him if this was a marine base. He answered "yes it is, bet you weren't expecting that sweetheart." I screamed at him asking what he is doing here, isn't he supposed to be in the army. And he chuckled and said: "silly, all our branches work together, it's not just each branch to their own."

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I was so angry and wanted to interrogate him more. But he was already gone. I was sitting in that room ready to break, but I knew if I broke, my friends would be at risk. I had to keep all my strength for them. I can't let them get mixed up in all this. I had to figure out the kinda questions they would ask and procceed to get them out of this mess. Just in the middle of my mind making up answers, a charming marine officer came in and greeted me in a  calm voice, but suddenly as I took another look, I couldn't believe this.
Him again???

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The guy I bumped to, he was the one in my dream. No this... this can't be happening not to me. Two surprises in one day already give me a throbbing head-ache, what's the next one going to hand me, a heart-attack?? I was so pissed off huffing and puffing my nose because I was slightly annoyed at his presence even though I was developing one of those hate-love crush fantasies. He looked at me recognizing me:"Hey, oh my god I bumped to you the other day, wow I never expected you to do something so big without any confirmed kills, it's so nice to meet you by the way, I'm Officer Greg!"

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Great, just fucking great
I thought this guy was a lunatic already, who is he to assume things about me? But his eyes had me off guard for a few minutes and I just gave off a dry response trying to play it off that I had a puppy-love for him. "Likewise" he sat down in the chair right in front of me and began to grill me. I was agitated with the amount of questions he was asking me such as what my purpose was here, why have I stolen dangerous weapons, and who are my acquaintances and what part do they have in this. This guy was pissing me off already.

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I answered by twisting the truth just a little bit so it makes it seem like I forced my friends to help me , or I would kill them. Sad lies but I had to get them out of this. He then said he would do his best to release them but they had to be monitored by guards for a while until they make sure it's safe, they even got offered free scholarships to keep their mouths shut about the whole thing. But as for me, I had to stay there. I knew I did right keeping them out of this, I couldn't let them suffer like I was going to. I wonder what punishment they had for me because I told them I just wanted to steal the weapons for a country that was in desperate need to fight off the hostiles that had been harming them for generations.

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Technically it's the truth with a twist, but I couldn't allow them to suffer, I was surprised they never took our ear pieces, everyone was connected and we could hear each other during the interrogations, so all my mates had an idea of what to say. They wanted to take some blame, but I didn't want them to. I wanted them to live normal lives unlike me who probably will either die, go to court, or be locked up for the rest of my life.

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Ugh
I thought to myself, can this guy just shut the hell up already? He has been constantly asking questions for the past hour, and I'm this close to telling him off but I had to make it seem like I was falling asleep from the exhaustion, I was tired but I just wanted him to shut his mouth for just a minute. I purposely closed my eyes and my head was falling to the table but he managed to catch it, thinking I had enough for one day. He could tell I looked so horrible. So he carried me to the cell and was hired to watch me as my personal guard. I was laid down in a strange uncomfortable bed as I thought to myself
What in the living hell is this contraption?

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But it was better than nothing because even tho the bed was a tiny bit hard it wasn't all bad, at least my head felt decent with the pillow he placed under me. I just wasnt having it, I had my eyes closed but was pretending to sleep so that way I can have an excuse to stop getting thrown these repulsive questions. I dont know what will happen to me but only God knows my fate that shall soon be decided. I can't question him, as all this is happening for a reason.

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I stop thinking, and slowly drift away to sleep. I guess we will see what occurs tomorrow.