"WE NEED TO GET THEM SOME FUCKING HELP!" I scream at Gregor. Gregor just stares at me in complete shock, Lilith puts her hand on my shoulder. "Teagan's going to be okay," Lilith comforts me. Seamus is sleeping through the entire thing like a lazy dog.
I'm so sick of all of this, Teagan doesn't deserve this, she doesn't deserve to always get hurt. I have to go there, I have to help them end this. "I'm going," I state. "Where?" Lilith asks. "Alaska" I informed them. "Uh okay then," Gregor stammers. What the hell? He's not even going to try and stop me?
"When can I go?" I ask. Gregor looks me dead in the eye. "Now" He speaks. "I have a jet that'll take you straight to the Underground," Gregor adds. "Okay see you later," I remark. I walk out of Gregor's office bedroom room thingy and leave the base.
Right in the middle of the parking lot I spot a jet, I hadn't noticed it when we showed up here. I climb into the jet, it's military style. There's a young male soldier with reddish, curly hair, inside the pilots seat, and a female soldier, with dirty blonde hair, in her late twenties, sitting in the co-pilot's seat. I sat down behind them.
"You must be Grayson Roddings," The male soldier speaks in a hoarse voice. "Yes sir," I respond. "My name's Sargent Tuna Rochucurrie, and this is Private Astrid Luca," The male soldier states. I nodded my head in response to their introduction. The engines start, Sargent Tuna gets ready to take off.
"Wait!" I hear Julles holler. Julles and Winston both climb aboard the jet. "No get off," I order. "No they will need us, you'll need us to help get you there," Winston defends. "What do you mean?" I question.
Tuna turns around in his seat. "The jet can only take us so far, we will have to find them in the woods," Sargent Tuna reports. "We know where they are, because us with recs are all connected somehow," Julles mutters. He's still really shy around people, especially people he's not used to. "Okay but stay out of danger if that's even possible," I give in to Julles and Winston. Cannon's going to murder me.
The jet takes off into the cold Russian sky, goodbye Russia and hello war.
