I. The War

Zetsumei's blue eyes slowly flickered open. It was 8 am. A few minutes later she muttered, "I'm late, and I need to get to work." and drowsily pulled on her navy blue uniform.

"Major? Could I see you and Ethan in my office?" The General called. General Ranger, despite his name, he was a neat guy, polite enough to get by, and a great big sneak. "Yes, Sir?" The Majors responded when they got into General Ranger's office. "Now, as you know, there's a war going on between the States and Russia, and I need you two as flight leaders." Ranger said quietly before being interrupted by Ethan, "Flight leaders, sir?" But Ranger continued, "Normally, I would put a lower rank in those positions, but were running low on lower ranks, and I'm not risking my butt out there. You leave at 600 hours tomorrow."

Later that evening, after enjoying a refreshing meal, Zetsumei took an equally refreshing bath. Before she went to bed, she prayed silently, hoping that they wouldn't get killed in the line of duty when she and Ethan were in the war. She wore pink sleep pants with candy canes on them, and a white T-shirt, she got for an early Christmas present. It took her a couple of tries before actually getting to sleep, but she eventually drifted.

Zetsumei woke up at a stormy, 4:45 am, 15 minutes before her alarm was supposed to go off. God, why couldn't I sleep for 15 more minutes? She rolled over onto her back, staring blankly at the ceiling. A few minutes later, she closed her eyes, not caring whether or not the alarm went off. That was when she felt a sudden pressure on her arms and legs. She immediately thought scream, but she wriggled in place, trying to get free. The guy had a subzero feeling on her skin. She screamed. The guy moved his left (Zetsumei's right) arm to cover her mouth, and Zetsumei punched him right smack in the face. His face was as hard as steel and as cold as ice. He moved his hand back to her arm.

Lightning flashed and she got a glimpse of her 'attacker', he had slick, black hair, his eyes were as blue as deep water with a hint of purple, and he had a few scars on his face. He was wearing a brownish-beige uniform. Zetsumei gasped at the sight. When the lightning faded, She whispered, "Who the heck are you?" The guy moved off of Zetsumei and stood up over by the bed, he looked 6 feet tall. Zetsumei could feel her legs again. She moved her legs around a bit before sitting with her legs off the side of the bed. Zetsumei also reached over and turned on a lamp that was sitting on her dresser.

"You're the one they fear aren't you. You're Dragunov, right?" She asked. He didn't flinch, but he scoffed.