It was a long ride back. Promise and Vaas did not speak. There was no sense in it because the helicopter was too loud to even hear yourself think practically. Every once in a while, they would exchanges awkward smiles, but other than that, there was almost no interaction between them. Vaas was acting really different lately, and it was freaking her out.

Vaas pulled out his walkie talkie, trying to hear the words coming out of its speaker.

"I'm sorry hermano, what...You need to speak the fuck up… I still can't fucking hear you."

"VAAS! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK, I REPEAT, WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!" Promise looked up at the helicopter pilot, starting to worry. She was just about to ask him to speed up when she noticed his bicep. It was covered in tattoos that only the natives from the island wear.

Vaas was cursing as he leaped from his seat, pulled out his pistol, and shot both pilots. The helicopter started going down. They both hopped in the seats of the helicopter, trying to keep it in the air, but it was too late. There was no hope of a smooth landing.

"HOLD ON, HERMANA! THIS ISN'T GONNA BE SMOOTH!" With that, they watched the ground come towards their helicopter fast and then finally, they hit the ground hardly.

Promise opened her eyes, her vision really blurry. She hit her head pretty good, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. She lifted up her arm and couched into her hand, trying to figure out how she was going to get out of the wreckage. She looked over to her door that was bent and out of shape. Still in a coughing fit from the smoke, she used her right foot to kick the door out. She slowly got up and propped herself against a tree, trying to regain her stability and vision. Her mind was going a thousand miles an hour. It felt like her mind was doing that a lot lately.

Why are we under attack? Is everyone at camp okay? Where is Vaas? Wait! Vaas!

She looked back at the wreckage to see Vaas still in the pilot's seat, knocked out cold. She stumbled over to him, trying to pry him out. After clawing at the mess for quite a while, she was finally able to drag him out, holding him from under his arms. Jesus, he was heavy. She propped him up against the tree and wiped blood away from her nose. He did not look good. He was covered in his own blood and his left arm appeared to be dislocated. She slapped at his face, trying to get him to wake up. There was no response. Somewhat panicking, she grabbed the walkie talkie that was situated on his belt. She paced as she tried to make contact.

"Come in home base, is anyone there?"

"Hey Cupcake." She sighed in relief and stopped pacing.

"Oh, thank god. Connor what is going on?"

"We are under attack by some of the natives. I don't know why the hell they would attack our home base though. That is just a death wish." The gun shots in the static of the walkie talkie matched the ones that could be heard in the distance.

"Are there any deaths?"

"Not so far. We are doing pretty good."

"Wounded?"

"Wow, you just really don't have a lot of faith in us." Promise sighed. She loved his brother-like humor, he just didn't know when it was okay to use it.

"Vaas and I were on our way back, but our pilots were Rakyat as opposed to who they should have been. I don't know what they were planning to do, but we took them out."

"What about Vaas?" Promise looked over at him. There was no sign of life except for his gentle breathing.

"He's knocked out cold from the crash. He has quite a few cuts and a dislocated arm, but I think he will be fine."

"Good. Try to get over here as fast as you can. We need the help." With that, she holstered the walkie talkie in her own empty slot and straddled Vaas, trying to think of what to do. She had to put his arm back in place, it would probably better to do it when he was out instead of while he was awake. She got up and walked over to the side in which he was wounded. She slowly lifted it up and then with a quick jerk, it was back into place. It made her feel sick. The pain woke Vaas up with a scream. He jolted up and clutched his shoulder, cursing the whole time.

"I'm sorry, it had to be put back into place-" she kept trying to explain defensively.

"No no no, it's okay hermana." His voice was really muffled. Promise stood up and walked over to him.

"We need to hurray. Camp isn't too far. We are under attack." Vaas cursed to himself as he pulled two AK's from the wreckage. He tossed one to Promise and then they bolted into the direction of the camp.

"What the fuck do they want?" Promise asked angrily.

"I have no fucking clue, but my sister won't stop until she gets it." With that, the two finally arrived to camp and immediately took cover behind two crates.

"It looks like there are only a few left!" Promise shouted over the gun fire. Every once in a while, she would peak out and get someone in the gut or the head. She looked over at the other crate where Vaas should have been, expecting a response. He wasn't there. She peaked her head over to see him unloading on the rest of the warriors, unloading on them, going fucking insane.

"MOTHER FUCKERS!" She laughed at his angry cries as he brutally murdered all of them. Promise ran out to join him, but it was too late. They were all already nothing but bloody messes on the ground. She slung the strap of her gun on her shoulder and put the gun on safety, trying to catch her breath.

"Holy shit," she said to herself. This was a lot for one day.

"You did well, Promise." She looked at him awkwardly.

"Uh, thanks." Vaas turned around and screamed to all of his men.

"I WANT THIS ENTIRE AREA SWEEPED! IF THERE IS EVEN ONE OF THOSE NATIVE PIECES OF SHIT, KILL THEM ON SIGHT! WE WILL SEND MY SISTER A MESSAGE!" With that, all of them scattered. Now, it was just Vaas and Promise. She looked around at the camp. The mess wasn't too bad. Just a few bullet holes here and there, but nothing major.

"Thanks for saving my ass back at the helicopter wreck, princesa." She looked over at Vaas and smiled.

"What else am I here for?" Vaas opened his mouth as if to say something, but stopped himself and just smiled. Promise looked at Vaas and felt a strange feeling at the pit of her stomach. She tried to push it out, but it wouldn't go away.

"You have a pretty bad cut on your forehead," she told him as she turned his head to face her more. He lifted up his wrist and wiped the blood away that came from the cut just above his brow.

"It's fine."

"Uh, no it isn't," she said impatiently. "It needs to be treated." Before he could say another word, he was being dragged back to his hut and sat on the bed. Promise rummaged around, trying to find a first aid kit that she knew was being kept in here. Finally, she found it and sat it next to him.

"I'm fine Promise. There isn't-"

"Shhhhh!" she interrupted as she began to put alcohol onto a scrap of fabric she pulled from her pants. She bent down and straddled his lap without sitting, trying to get a good view of the cut. Vaas was looking her in the eyes. She tried to ignore him. "Okay, this is going to sting a little." She gently dabbed the alcohol onto his cut. He hissed at the pain. Once she was done she rubbed a bandage onto it.

"Thanks." She gave in and looked him in the eyes. He really had beautiful eyes. She has never seen eyes so green. She got that strange feeling at the pit of her stomach again. She shook herself out of the trance and walked away from him. She cleared her throat and looked down at her boots awkwardly.

"Uh, you're welcome." Vaas got up and walked over to her. He put his hand on her shoulder and looked like he wanted to say something to her, but didn't. He looked down at the ground and walked outside, letting his hand slide off of her shoulder. Once she was sure that he was gone, she sighed and went to sit on the bed. She ran her fingers through her hair and got herself in thought.