As I pull up into the parking lot, I have a bad feeling about this. I saw Joe and four other guys, all dressed in black with guns, go into the JAG building right before I got here. I know what I have to do though. I have to protect my sister, Sarah Mackenzie-Rabb.
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I usually either call her Sarah or Mac. Sarah is five years older than me. She's 30 and I'm 25. We look alot alike, except my hair goes to under my shoulders and Sarah's hair doesn't ever reach. Sarah is Lt. Col. in the marines and she works at JAG. I'm a fighter pilot and I'm a commander in the US Navy. My dad, Jack, was a fighter pilot in the US Navy. He went MIA when Sarah was 9 and I was four. A week after dad was declared MIA, they found his body in a shallow grave somewhere in Afghanastan. Shortly after they found dad, our mom remarried to a man named, Joseph. Joe would wait until my mom went to work, get into a drunk stupor, and kick the crap out of Mac and me. We never cried because usually Joe would just hit us harder and when we were younger our real dad told us that any daughter of his was too brave to cry. We never wanted to let him down, so Sarah and I never cried except for at his funeral. Joe'd eventually pass out on the floor, drunk. When he did, Sarah and I would examine each others battle wounds and patch them up as good as possible. I guess you could say that we were really close growing up, but after High School we kind of broke off from each other.
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I walk into the building and up to the information desk. The woman looks at me differently because I'm wearing a Beater and a pair of blue jeans with black knee-length boots instead of like a Navy uniform or something along the lines of that.
"Excuse me, which floor is Lt. Col. Mackenzie on?"
"Third floor."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
I got on the elevator and went up to the third floor. When I got to the third floor, I heard screaming coming from the direction of the JAG offices. I got inside the bullpen. I saw dad and the four other guys just standing there with their guns pointed at the people. I only recognized one of the people on the floor and that was Sarah.
"What are you doing here, Samantha?"
"I'm here to kick your six."
"Yeah sure. Sam, where were you in your childhood? Did I not teach you that lesson?"
"You did. Right before you passed out in a pile of your own vomit, you taught us that one. Tell your men to drop their weapons and they won't get hurt."
"Nice but that threat won't work."
The four guys began inching their way towards me. I decided to kick some major butt. I had all of them on the ground and the only one I had left, was Joe. A bunch of MP's came in and arrested the men. I walked over to Sarah, who was kind of in a state of shock. I didn't know if it was because of Joe being there or because of me showing up.
"Hey Sarah. you okay?"
"Yeah. You okay, Sam?"
"Just fine."
All of these other people walked over to us.
"Samantha, this is Cmdr. Harm Rabb Jr. and our beautiful baby boy, Matthew."
"Hi."
"Um, hey."
"This is Lt. Harriet Sims, Lt. Bud Roberts, and Admiral AJ Chegwidden."
"Hi everybody."
"Hello."
"Hi."
"Hey."
"Guys, this is Samantha Mackenzie, my sister."
A look of awe swept across the group.
"You have a sister, Mac?"
"Yeah. Samantha's a Fighter pilot and a Commander in the US Navy. I think she can tell you the rest."
"Sarah is five years older than me. Uh, we pretty much seperated from each other after high school."
"We can talk more tonight. would you like to come to a dinner party that I'm hosting, Commander?"
"Sure, Admiral."
"You can call me AJ. Everyone else does."
"And you may call me Sam."
"The dinner is at 2000. I'll have Mac call you with the directions."
"Okay. I guess I'll be going."
"Okay. Bye."
Everyone said their goodbyes. I left and everyone went back to work.
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I usually either call her Sarah or Mac. Sarah is five years older than me. She's 30 and I'm 25. We look alot alike, except my hair goes to under my shoulders and Sarah's hair doesn't ever reach. Sarah is Lt. Col. in the marines and she works at JAG. I'm a fighter pilot and I'm a commander in the US Navy. My dad, Jack, was a fighter pilot in the US Navy. He went MIA when Sarah was 9 and I was four. A week after dad was declared MIA, they found his body in a shallow grave somewhere in Afghanastan. Shortly after they found dad, our mom remarried to a man named, Joseph. Joe would wait until my mom went to work, get into a drunk stupor, and kick the crap out of Mac and me. We never cried because usually Joe would just hit us harder and when we were younger our real dad told us that any daughter of his was too brave to cry. We never wanted to let him down, so Sarah and I never cried except for at his funeral. Joe'd eventually pass out on the floor, drunk. When he did, Sarah and I would examine each others battle wounds and patch them up as good as possible. I guess you could say that we were really close growing up, but after High School we kind of broke off from each other.
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I walk into the building and up to the information desk. The woman looks at me differently because I'm wearing a Beater and a pair of blue jeans with black knee-length boots instead of like a Navy uniform or something along the lines of that.
"Excuse me, which floor is Lt. Col. Mackenzie on?"
"Third floor."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
I got on the elevator and went up to the third floor. When I got to the third floor, I heard screaming coming from the direction of the JAG offices. I got inside the bullpen. I saw dad and the four other guys just standing there with their guns pointed at the people. I only recognized one of the people on the floor and that was Sarah.
"What are you doing here, Samantha?"
"I'm here to kick your six."
"Yeah sure. Sam, where were you in your childhood? Did I not teach you that lesson?"
"You did. Right before you passed out in a pile of your own vomit, you taught us that one. Tell your men to drop their weapons and they won't get hurt."
"Nice but that threat won't work."
The four guys began inching their way towards me. I decided to kick some major butt. I had all of them on the ground and the only one I had left, was Joe. A bunch of MP's came in and arrested the men. I walked over to Sarah, who was kind of in a state of shock. I didn't know if it was because of Joe being there or because of me showing up.
"Hey Sarah. you okay?"
"Yeah. You okay, Sam?"
"Just fine."
All of these other people walked over to us.
"Samantha, this is Cmdr. Harm Rabb Jr. and our beautiful baby boy, Matthew."
"Hi."
"Um, hey."
"This is Lt. Harriet Sims, Lt. Bud Roberts, and Admiral AJ Chegwidden."
"Hi everybody."
"Hello."
"Hi."
"Hey."
"Guys, this is Samantha Mackenzie, my sister."
A look of awe swept across the group.
"You have a sister, Mac?"
"Yeah. Samantha's a Fighter pilot and a Commander in the US Navy. I think she can tell you the rest."
"Sarah is five years older than me. Uh, we pretty much seperated from each other after high school."
"We can talk more tonight. would you like to come to a dinner party that I'm hosting, Commander?"
"Sure, Admiral."
"You can call me AJ. Everyone else does."
"And you may call me Sam."
"The dinner is at 2000. I'll have Mac call you with the directions."
"Okay. I guess I'll be going."
"Okay. Bye."
Everyone said their goodbyes. I left and everyone went back to work.