Ok, there's the next chapter. We're now with Hawk, Soap, Snake and Brad. Well, Snake doesn't appears here, but you understand me xD
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Hope you like it!
I don't forget the CD of music xD This time I'm listening to Pirates Of The Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (Hans Zimmer, of course xD). Ok, ok! I promise that next chapter I'll listen to other composer! Girl-scout word! xD
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Day 7 – 16:34:57
Ex-SGT. Amy "Hawk" Sanderson
Group Of Renegades From Task Force 141
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Amy looks at her partner with understanding and sadness and she brings near to him a little more to hug him. Soap gets startled but he corresponds the gesture.
—I'm sorry, John –she whispers in his ear–. I know how you feel.
—Thanks, Amy –he says–. I really appreciate it.
Both partners continued to be hugged during some long minutes before a voice startle them.
—Amy! I've got some news! –Brad stops near the stretcher and frowns–. Do I interrupt?
Amy and John separate rapidly, blushing lightly, and she looks at his friend. Brad is smiling and he carries a laptop in his hands.
—Stop smiling that way –she growls–. What kind of news do you have?
He approximates to them and sits between his partners, opening the laptop and typing something in it.
—I could take the information from Makarov's laptop –he begins to say–. And I found some disquieting information.
—Disquieting? –Soap asks–. What do you mean?
—Have you heard about Nova-6? –Brad looks to them.
—Nova-6? –Amy repeats–. No, I haven't. And you, John? –the above-mentioned shakes his head–. Can you give us more info?
—Sure, but it's not enough –he sighs–. Here says that the Nova-6 is some kind of experiment that the Nazis created to win the Second World War, but something happened that avoided them to use it. I think Makarov wants it to his own benefit.
—Is it… is it so dangerous? –John asks.
—I dunno but I'm sure we shouldn't ignore it –Brad sighs–. I think I' be able to know something more if I enter in the data base of the CIA.
—The CIA? –John exclaims–. Are you insane? The CIA has the best system of security of the world! We can't show up ourselves there and say: i"Hey, guys; can we have a look to your data base?"/i.
—Do I see certain little tone of irony in your words? –Brad asks with a smile–. I'm not saying that we have to talk to them; I can do it from outside. I mean, a building near the CIA Headquarters or a similar; not a van, Ok? –he adds, raising a hand and shaking his head–. That's the only thing that would turn the attention.
—Oh, shit; my plan has gone to the dogs –Amy sighs with a smile. John and Brad looks at her, unbelievers, and she starts laughing–. Oh, c'mon! It was just a joke!
—I hope so! –John smiles with surprise–. Well, I'll see what I can do with that, Brad –he wakes up and looks at them–. I have to talk it with Price; I'll tell you later.
He leaves the infirmary and Brad looks at her best friend, smiling like a little boy with new shoes.
—I think he's a good man for you, Amy –he says.
—Uh? –she replies astonished–. What… what do you mean?
—Please, Amy, we know ourselves long since –Brad smile turns into an affection smile–. I know you like him.
—Eh… no, I don't –she assures without getting out of her amazement.
—Really? –Brad frowns–. Well, I think there's a good feeling between you and John. And he stops smoking because of you.
—He iwhat/i? I didn't tell him to stop smoking! –she exclaims–. I only told him that I don't want him to smoke near me.
—And he gave up because he wants to stay with you –Brad comments, closing the laptop–. And I only found one good reason to do it.
—Ok, but I have another –she says lying down in bed–. He likes my company. Only that.
—I didn't say that he loves you –Brad get up from the stretcher–. But you know; rubbing does affection. Just remember that.
He leaves the infirmary too and Amy crosses her arms with a face. Does she love John? She doesn't think that; he's only a partner, a good partner who was her brother's Captain.
—Well done, Brad –she growls–; thanks to you I have a dreadful mess in the head.
She gets comfortable in the stretcher and closes her eyes, trying to find some rest. She needs it and if they have to go with Brad to hack the data base of the CIA, Amy has to rest all she can in order to be tired.
She changes her position and growls lightly.
iGreat /i–she thinks, with a resignation smile–. iAnd Snake will go with us; he and his funny comments. All that I need…/i
Suddenly, she realizes that she doesn't know anything about him; Snake is a mystery to her. Amy doesn't know where he was born; ok, he's born in Spain, that's not a secret, but yes where he met John or his reasons to stay with the renegades of Task Force 141.
iI think I'll ask him some day/i –she thinks before falling asleep.
Well, I promised more action here, but I didn't want to write a longest chapter; you know I'm trying to avoid chapters with pages and pages and chapters what seems to be unending! xD
Good, maybe some of you begin to see what way this fanfic is going to follow! If you don't I'm not going to tell it, sorry guys xD (yeah, I'm a bad person, hate me! Hate me! xD).
No more to say! Wait the next with illusion! *_*