Missing in Action

Chapter Twenty

Missing in Action

Chapter Twenty

Captain Johnson's P.O.V

I knew that they would be coming. After all, why wouldn't they? I could hear the pound of their boots before they had even reached the steps into Combat Control.

I finished the letter that I had been writing and I put it in the envelope. Then, I rested it up against the pencil holder on the desk.

The men and women began to shift nervously in their seats, but they hadn't figured out why the ship's Military Police were on their way.

They would have made sure that nobody could leave whilst they were here, and I was trapped. There were here to ensure I was caught.

But that still leaves Oak, George.

Ray was right. James was still alive and he was going to make it back. There was no way that I could escape military prison now.

I put a pair of sunglasses on and pretended to be asleep as the sound of boots pounded into Combat Control.

Personnel were flinching in their seats with every step. The Military Police walked on the same foot and their feet connected with the floor at exactly the same time.

I had failed. I know that now. It was like the sound had pounded realisation into my head.

The office door opened and Vice Admiral Harrison walked in slowly. He shut the door behind him and walked to the front of the desk.

He slammed a radio down onto the surface.

"What's all this about Nick?" I asked calmly.

"I'm placing you under arrest," he stated simply as he glared at me.

I laughed.

"On what grounds?" I questioned.

He shook his head.

"Endangering your squadron, transferring secure information to a foreign government-heat signatures-, and giving false intel to your commanding officer," he listed effortlessly.

I took my sunglasses off and fixed my eyes on the desk.

"Well that's a lot to prove," I mumbled.

"Yeah well, with any amount of luck, Lieutenant Oak will live to help me," he hissed.

He walked back towards the door to let the member of the Military Police in. He opened the door and called one of the officers in.

"Nick," I said loudly.

He told the man to stay outside for a moment and turned to face me again.

I ran my hand over my wrinkled face and let a long breath out of my nose.

"Would you mind just giving me a couple of minutes alone?" I asked.

He looked at me for a long moment.

"Yeah, sure," he finally answered with a nod.

"Thank you," I said.

I got up and walked to the bathroom that was attached to the office that I was in. I made sure that I picked up my phone on the way out.

The door handle clicked close behind me. I ran my hand through my hair and then picked up the phone.

I dialled the number quickly as I paced the tiled room. I put the phone to my ear.

It went through to voice mail.

"So it's voicemail now is it Ray?" I laughed. "I've been demoted then".

I stopped for a moment. I knew he was there. He was sitting in his office and probably smoking a cigar.

"Well, I'm going to have to leave you a little message Ray," I said.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My uniform was perfect.

I put the phone on speaker and put it on the shelf under the mirror. He had to heard every single second of this, even if he left his goddamn office.

I went to the locker that belonged to me. Inside was a spare uniform and a black bag. I took the black bag out and put it down.

"It's going to be loud and clear," I told him.

I took my Navy ring off and placed it by the phone. This was all I had ever known. I wasn't going to have it taken away from me whilst I still breathed.

I turned my attention back to the bag. I unzipped it revealing my spare gun. I took it out.

"Just so you never confuse the difference between politicians and warriors," I said.

I loaded the gun.

I put the cold metal to my head. It was weirdly warm.

I fired it.

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