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Third Person
Georgia, United States of America
Sara and Thomas Sanderson were a normal married couple. They enjoyed life with each other. They especially enjoyed their neighborhood in Georgia. Raising their son was easy. Gary, was special he was so innocent and naive. Their daughter, Jasmine however, was not the case. Jasmine was a genius with computers, she was often expelled for hacking into the school's site to change a thing or two.
Gary was now far from them in England training with this Task Force. Jasmine, was in a military school.
On the eve of February 26, they decided to go out. Jasmine was babysitting the neighbor so she was occupied for a few hours.
They had a night full of dancing and laughing. On their way home, they were unfortunately drove off the road by a drunk driver.
When the call was given to the Sanderson's only daughter there was much screaming.
Jasmine refused to believe it, her parents weren't dead. No, they were simply running late. She jogged up the stairs to her bedroom locking the door, while the knocking of her distraught neighbors was forgotten.
The next day. Jasmine had woken up to puffy eyes and a slightly swollen face. She begrudgingly went to the bathroom to take a shower to prepare herself for a day full of crap.
After some time...
She had waited all day to avoid one call she had to make. The call that would destroy someone's life. The life of her older brother.
She picked up the cordless phone and slowly dialed the numbers to the military base.
"Hello." A sullen British voice greeted.
"Hi," She said quietly, "Is there a," she looked to the piece of paper with Gary's CO's name, "John Mactavish" She finished.
"Yeah just wait a sec." The man had sudden fear in his voice as she listened to the rustling of the wind.
"'Ello." A loud Scottish lilt was heard in the man's voice
"Hello Mr. Mactavish, may I please speak to Gary Sanderson." She said confidently.
"Roach!" He yelled away from the phone. Footsteps came closer until he picked up the phone from Mactavish.
"Hello." And with just one word, Gary made me melt.
"Gary." I said through sobs.
"Jasmine, what's wrong?" He asked in a state of shock.
"It's mom and dad. They're gone." It was the first time I said those words to myself.
"What?" He croaked out.
"Drunk hit them off the road" I wiped my rapidly dripping nose.
His military instincts must have kicked in because he was soon asking questions. After a while he finally asked me, "Who are you staying with?" He asked me his usually happy voice now a monotone.
"At the house by myself." I answered.
"Can I call you back. I need to deal with some things over here." He said once more in a dull single tone.
"Bye." I said to the air as I hung up the phone and walked away.
Somewhere in England...
Gary "Roach" Sanderson was normally a happy person. He tried his best not to get involved in meaningless arguments. However he was also optimistic, a strange, new perspective for most in the 141.
Roach, was clearly upset today, as discovered by teammates.
After the phone call, he marched out of Mactavish's office and went to his best friend.
Many would say Ghost was the complete opposite of Roach. While Roach was always looking on the bright side, Ghost would think of everything that could go wrong.
When Roach brought forth his dilemma to the always listening Ghost he commented, " Just ask Mactavish if she could live on base. Those houses have been empty forever."
Roach stared at Ghost for a few seconds, "You're right. You're absolutely right."
"And when aren't I?" Ghost casually joked.
The two men then steadily jogged to their CO's office.
They calmly knocked on the door waiting for the Captain to answer.
"Come in." He called out.
Mactavish was a large man standing at 190.5 centimeters and weighting in at 100 kilograms. His ice blue eyes locked onto Roach's hazel eyes.
"Captain, I was wondering about on base housing." Roach asked calmly.
"You want to apply?" The wise Scottish asked.
"Yes." He answered with a gulp.
"Then go to the housing office and fill all the paperwork," he laid his hand on Roach's shoulder and said, "good luck."