Her War

Chapter five

chapter 5~
   
Thanks for all my readers, I am tearfully for you enjoy this next part of the story, it is in Jake's perspective just because I thought it might be a little bore without a more fun of a twist to the story, there will be more chapters later like this later in the book hope you like, please vote and comment it would mean the world to me=-)
    

In Jake's perspective:

     Matt my boss said we had some business to do. With a girl, this girl's name was Christine. He had a whole folder filled with information about her. Even information that she might not even know about her self. He shows me a picture of her, she had long straight red hair, and plush soft pink lips, with a light sprinkle of brown freckles. She was kind of cute. What we are going to do, is top secret and I'm not aloud to write it down, even if it's a personal thing, or else he would hunt me down personally and kill me with his bear hands. All I can say is that we've done this multiple times. I know this may sound weird but im looking forward to meeting her, or at least seeing, her, all I'm aloud to do, is shake her hand and shut my mouth. Im never aloud to talk to our clients, or, with her, our, special, client. He said that she will bring us in lots of help to our cooperation, if the is willing to work for her life. Which in most cases works.

     Matt says that she should be arriving in any second now, and tells me to go off to my room, down the hallway.

      I hear a scream, I predict our client has arrived. why dose he have to be so harsh, dropping them down a hole like that. But that's just the way he is. But man, at least put a pillow at the bottom! We're talking about ladies here! About five MINUETS late, I can here the door leading to the entrance of our base, slowly open. Good. She has made her decision to go toward the light not the darkness. If she had gone the other way, she would have fallen into oblivion, literally.

    “jake!" Yells Matt, I could hear, his crunchy voice shatter and pierce the air.

     "our guest has arrived."

I quickly hope to my feet and make my way down the corridor, and pace out the door, excised to meet our guest Christine. I walk over and greet her, she is more beautiful, in person.. Her red hair was dotted with snow flies and her cheeks matched the coat the was wearing. Wanting to touch her hand again I accidentally brush past her back, I could tell she blushed. I didn't even know I had that affect on girls. I wouldn't know, I never really meet that many, most of the clients we get are men, and full grown. This was a girl, and she was about the same age as me as well, very rare.

     We all walk down the corridor once more toward the meeting room. I know what we are going to do but, again I cannot say anything, but maybe one day I will actually write it down, but that day is not today.

He hands her the ring once we are all seated, that I am aloud to say but what it is for I am not. I can tell she has a worried look in her eye, she misses her family, just as I do, but that was centuries ago.......