Disclaimer: I don't own Ace Combat.

AN: Set in Ace Combat four. As the barkeeps daughter doesn't have a canon name, I've named her Rachel.

Rachel looked over her shoulder once more and made a quick dash between the supplies. Another guard patrol passed, their weapons held tightly and their eyes alert. Ever since she had blown up the Yellow squadrons runway, the Erusian's had tightened their security around the airfield and the resistance had backed away from targets on the airfield for a while. But now, months later, ISAF needed them to go back there.

Her father had wanted to go and her mother didn't even know that she was involved, but she had forced the others to admit that it HAD to be her. Other members of the resistance were either busy with preparations for the ISAF's arrival at San Salvacion, or simply not physically up to the task of sneaking in and placing the laser detonator in the right place.

Glancing round, Rachel slipped between the temporary buildings that littered the airfield and arrived at the building where the Erusian army was storing a good chunk of its supplies for their anti-aircraft weapons. It was a dangerous, well guarded target, but it needed to be done. But as she pulled out the detonator, she suddenly fumbled it and the detonator fell to the ground with a clatter. The quiet of the night was disturbed and for a moment, Rachel stayed still in a hope that it had gone unnoticed. But it hadn't. Whistles were blown and torches flashed towards her as the guards ran towards her. With no other option, she ran for it.

If they caught up with her, then the best she could hope for was a quick death. Rumour had it that the Secret police could make torture last for years and that nobody had ever held out against them. Rachel was determined not to find out.