Part 2


Six-thousand miles away in the busy city of New York, a pretty young blonde in a smart skirt and blouse moved through the busy bullpen of the New York Daily Journal. This place was like a second home, she pratically grew up there. Moving through the desks, she said hello to various people before heading into the editors office without knocking.

Looking up, Ned Malone smiled, seeing his daughter come in. She looked just like her mother the first time he saw her...minus the jungle skins and deep tan. She had inherited his love for writing and had even published one or two articles in various news papers, but the writing world was far more harsh twords girls--women, he ammend--then to young men. But nothing could get his little Emila down.

"It's a real mad house today." She said, looking over the paper headline about England declaring war. "Mom sent me over to see if you were comming home for dinner and I wanted to see if I could help."

"I'm not sure if I can make it...and I ALWAYS can use your help..." he said, handing her a set of stories to proof read.

Sitting down she grabbed a red pencil but didnt get started. "...Do you think we'll join up? Help I mean."

Ned put down his own pencil. It was a tough question. There were dozens of political reasons the US wouldnt get involved...right now. "I think...with a war of this size, the entire world will be involved sooner or later.."

"..I wish I could do something..." she said softly before getting to work.