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Chapter 1 - Lazarus
A/N: This story came about from a conversation with my mom about how Auggie might find out that the Losers were still alive. Also, thank you to Abberz the Awesome for noticing that my Spanish was a bit off; hopefully it's properly fixed.
When Auggie Anderson got back to Langley Tuesday morning, he was in mourning. The news had been announcing since Thursday the devastating deaths of 34 people in the Bolivian jungle: 25 local children and 9 soldiers. Five of the soldiers were Losers. And those 5 Losers were having their names run through the mud.
It was widely known by many in the Agency that Auggie had, at the time of his recruitment, been the tech and comms man for this select team of Special Forces soldiers. No one wanted to say a bad word about them, in fear that Auggie might come upon them and possibly lash out (he might be blind, but he was still one of the best hand-to-hand fighters at the Agency).
By Friday evening, Auggie was ready to cause some destruction. It wasn't physically possible for his former team to have caused the deaths of children, or fellow soldiers. Yes, they might have gotten into fights on a semi-regular basis with their military colleagues, but to cause the deaths of children was unthinkable. So it came as a surprise when Auggie arrived at his apartment at 8PM and turned on his home computer and found an Email waiting for him.
From: PetuniaRocker47
To: MingusWorshipper81
Subject: Lazarus
Sorry I haven't been in contact in a while. We've been…well, I guess the proper word would be mourning. You heard about those kids in Bolivia? The government is hiding a question that people should be asking. What is that question, you ask? Well, it's this: Why were those 25 kids on that copter?
Look into it, if you can, and maybe send me updates on what's going on Stateside? We're going to be stuck out of the country for a while and any news you could give would be nice.
Peace. Out.
-JJ
Auggie was awestruck. They were alive! His friends, his brothers, were alive! He wanted to jump for joy, but knew that that might not be a good idea. While he was comfortable in his apartment, he didn't want to accidentally fall over, trip, or injure or damage anything while celebrating.
He grinned, got up, and made his way to his fridge. There was a slice of cake his neighbor, Mrs. Leary, had given him the other day when he was in mourning. Instead of mending a broken heart, Auggie was going to eat it in celebration that the news, and US & Bolivian governments, had been wrong, as well as to remember the 25 kids and 4 crew members of the helicopter. He may have been relieved that his friends were still alive, but there were still 29 people who would never get to eat another piece of cake, and they deserved a proper remembrance. Auggie went to get his "Life and Death" bottle of Patrón (as his brothers had dubbed it) and poured himself a double shot of the tequila. Raising the glass in a salutation, he said aloud: "May we never forget. ¡Larga vida a todos!"
The Spanish at the end is "Long live you all."
Okay, so that was that. I may write more stories about the Emails between Jensen and Auggie.