AN: I just finished reading the book Warriors by Barrett Tillman, and this is the result, the book is a great fighter combat novel.
Xander pondered the clothes before him, apparently they had belonged to his grandfather. He'd recieved the full story only a few days before, the man he thought was his father hadn't been, his real father had died when he was little and his mother had remarried.
He'd been given a trunk full of things and that was it, his mother didn't really want to talk about it. Apparently the death of his father had been the thing that drove his mother to drink, and his father had died when she was nineteen, just over eighteen months after they'd married.
The trunk included a letter, one that had explained a few things.
He had been a Navy fighter pilot, and then after he left the military, he'd recieved an offer that he couldn't refuse. He'd been offered a training job by the King of Saudi Arabia to construct a fighter force, one that was now a legend, the Tiger Force.
And his grandfather had died during a war over Jordan, Israel's used nukes on pretty much everyone when they were outnumbered.
His grandfather had died a hero, and now he knew as well. It was something frightening in a way, and yet it comforted him in another. But tonight he would at least honor his grandfather, even if it was only for Halloween.
The dark haired figure glanced around fearfully for a moment as he took in his surroundings.
"Xander?" he heard a voice from behind and spun to see.
"Guess I'm back stateside," he commented, "Where is still slightly up to chance, but better here than there."
"Xander stop playing around," the redhead yelled.
"Erm, miss, who's Xander?"
"You'r not Xander?"
"Yeah, names John Bennet," he responded with a smirk, "And where are we?"