(Ok, this is yet another authors note. For my plot I needed another character. This is the last one I'm borrowing from the movie. Don't sue! I mean no harm, I'm just undercaffinated! Be kind when anyone scolds me.)

I had not made it a whole three steps before Helen screamed.

But not at me thankfully. Nor at Eversman, when I looked over my shoulder she was looking down the road at Hoot. A mass of Greek warriors were coming up the road.

"Damn." I softly whispered.

Eversman screamed, "RUN!" He shoved Helen towards the meadow that lead to the woods. Where I was heading infact. He then screamed to Hoot who stood in horror, as if he were just realizing it was not a dream.

I knew how he felt.

Hoot then turned and ran into the meadow. Eversman followed Helen as she ran like a cat through the feild.

I drug the armor as I ran as fast as I could, until I tripped on something.

Someone.

I looked down at what I had tripped on and heard a man swear, "Oh good God."

Another one! I quickly sat and saw he was dressed in a similar manner. Those odd sandals, those blue pants, and this one wore a shirt with a four letter word across his chest. Army. I looked into his blue eyes as they opened, "Sir?"

He jumped at my voice and looked me over, "Who are you? Where am I?" He backed away from me quickly.

I had no time for this! I grabbed hold of the cloak and told him quickly, "You are in Troy, get up the Greeks are coming. If you don't follow me they will kill you."

He looked me over as if he couldn't focus, "Good God, they got me drunk and dropped me in the nuthouse."

I looked up to see Eversman and Helen at the forest edge.

Then over my shoulder to see the Greeks getting closer! Then back to the man, "Get Up!" To my surprise he actually listened to me. I looked around and saw why, Hoot had come running over to us. He grabbed the man by his hand and pulled him to his feet, "Get up Sanderson, we are in it this time."

I looked to see the Greeks were mere feet from us, my heart sank.

The two men obviously knew one another.

The blonde man was apparently Sanderson. What odd names. I looked and saw the Greeks were too close. We couldn't out run them so I covered the armor up. It was hidden where it lay, I prayed no one would notice it, I wished to read those letters.

"What the hell happened?" Sanderson asked Hoot as the Greeks began to circle us.

Hoot quickly stood infront of me.

I could take care of myself and began to say so, but then Sanderson stood behind me. "How the hell should I know, I took Eversman out and got him drunk. The last thing I remember is talking you bout renlistment."

Renlistment? What on earth were they talking about.

"Fuck....those are alot of men. So I figure if you enlist again I'll do it."

Hoot nodded as they circled around us. So close I could see the small dents in their armor. My heart beat rapidly in my chest. So fast I was afriad it would burst.

The ranking Greek under Caedes stepped forward, he looked over the three of us. When he looked me over a smile came over his face. "Andromache of Troy."

"What?," Sanderson asked.

"Her," Hoot told him.

"Oh."

The Greek walked around Hoot to see me, "It's been too long. Agamemnon will be thrilled that your still alive. He is in need of heirs as you know."

The mere thought of that man touching me made me ill. I'd die first. So I expressed that to him, "I'll die by my own hand before then."

He smiled at me then looked to Hoot, "And you are?"

"Warriors of the American Embassy." I told him.

This fascinated the Greek who asked, "Is that in Rome?"

Sanderson turned around so that his back was pressed to mine. I was pinned between the two men whom were both larger then myself.

"Why?" Hoot growled.

"So I know where to send your heads. Where are my men? Ceades is by the road, six are missing."

"They ain't missin, you've just not looked hard enough." Hoot told the Greek.

The Greek looked Hoot over then said, "Kill them, put her in the cart."