When we finally arrived at the small island in the Caribbean both Kira and Chad were as nervous as jumping beans. This area was territory of our enemy so it was understandable their concern but most people here didn't care about the outcome of the war so they would not be likely to inform the soldiers around of our presence. Not that it mattered because they actually knew we were coming anyways. I walked to the rendezvous point and looked around. We were the first to arrive it appeared. I want sure if that was good or bad just yet but I was hoping he didn't back down on our meeting here. Chad grew more and more nervous the more they stood still.
"Um Commander? What exactly are we waiting for?" Asked Chad.
"Something, it shouldn't be long now." I responded. Sure enough I was right. Not long after I saw a group of soldiers being led by a man with a cowlick. I looked closely at his expression as he approached ignoring the warnings of the two I brought with me since they didn't know that this was arranged. As I continued to look at his face I noticed his angry withdrawn expression was still going strong. If anything it had gotten worse since the last time I had a chance to see him. I sighed putting my arms at my side waiting for him to finish closing the distance. Finally I stood face to face with America aka Alfred F Jones.
Neither of us spoke at first then I began the conversation. "So..." I started before I was interrupted by him.
"Don't. Don't you even start. You've caused enough damage I don't want to listen to your silver tongue."
I paused for a moment. "If that's how you felt then why did you come?"
"To tell you that I won't quit until I have your head on a silver platter. You killed my little brother and for that you will pay." He answered.
"If that's how you felt why did you agree to come in the first place. You also could've easily killed me like.." I stopped and touched my nub of an arm. Still couldn't say it. The accident was too horrific for me to speak of. Not long after I felt a slight pressure in my head. No not now... I thought to myself. Not while I was standing in front of him! Someone who wished for my death! I felt the flashback starting to build on my subconscious and gripped my head with my right hand to try forcing it back. It seemed to be working but Alfred started getting restless at what I was doing thinking something else was happening on the contours of my mind.
"Oh no you don't. Not this time!" He yelled then gestured for his personal guards to attack the three of us. Chad then grabbed my arm and started to pull me away.
"Looks like we overstayed our welcome. Time to get going" said Chad. I looked at him still trying to keep my own memories at bay and nodded. It was indeed time to go. I turned around following after Chad and Kira turning the corner right when bullets rained at our backs. It was that moment I fully realized how stupid this idea was. I knew this was never going to work yet I attempted anyways. Probably because I have a death wish already and I hoped to be put out of my misery. I was even stupid enough to get my friends involved. I ducked under the shelter of a door frame as more bullets rained down on us as more of the soldiers on this island learned of our presence there. I looked at the faces of my friends. If they died here I would never be able to forgive myself. I grunted and pulled out my pistol and started shooting down the snipers I could see on the rooftops then looked to Chad and Kira.
"Come on if we're going to survive this we need to keep moving!" I shouted to them. They both nodded and started towards the docks where our little motor boat was moored to get back to safer waters. Bullets kept raining from all directions as we ran nearly getting hit at every turn before we finally made it to the boat.
"Come on keep moving!"I yelled at them since they had fallen behind as I jumped into the boat. Chad made it easily then Kira was on his tail when she was hit by a stray bullet.
"Ah!" She helped in pain falling into the boat.
"No Kira!" I quickly say before pulling her in then looking to Chad "What are you waiting for move this tin can!" He needed no more convincing and started up the boat heading back to the ship.
"It'll be okay don't you die on me." I said more to myself than anyone else. I stare at her wound near her stomach and begin to patch it up with what materials he had with him. "Just for now. I'll fix you up right when we get there." She just nodded and kept quiet the entire time we were zooming to the navy ship. When we finally arrived I got her up first and into the infirmary. I paced in front of the door until I was finally informed she was alright. I sighed in relief then noticed Chad walking towards him with a less than pleased look on his face.
"So that was your plan? Going out on a suicide mission nearly getting us killed?" He asked.
"That wasn't my intention I swear I thought maybe I could finally get him to stop being so... I was wrong. I just haven't been the same since my little sister passed. So my subconscious threw me into a mission that seemed just at the time but I was so wrong. I'm sorry" I responded in a quiet voice, "So sorry."
His gaze softened at the response. "Alright.. I'll leave you alone then." Slowly I nodded in response and he saluted before turning to leave. I vowed never to put my friends in that position again. If I ever chose to go on a mission like that again I'd do it alone.