Lava
She wraps her arms around him. This time, she won't let go. So much has happened. So much has changed. And she loves him still. So many lives have been lost. So many tears. So much pain. So much blood. There's no need for questions. She lets out a sob. He's warm. He's solid. He's real.
Times stands still.
Lester Santos smiles his charming smile. They won't let him walk away alive. They. The people he works for. The people he set up, framed, and tried to kill. Justice. Karma. Revenge. There's always a price and war is always cruel. He's not especially afraid of death. He has become numb a long time ago. He had to choose a side. Either way he would lose. There won't be a flag on his coffin. His file will be forever sealed. Traitors. Backstabbers. A patriot's game. World peace is but a pretty slogan. Winner takes all. His remains will never be found or identified. That's OK. No one is waiting for him at home. He should've fucked Jeanne Ellen for the very last time before putting an end to her life. Ah, regrets.
Hawk's eyes are cold.