Chapter 6

Kaname opened her eyes. The searing pain she felt had receded into the back of her head. Bodies of the men that had chased her lay around the pair. Tessa was sitting with her back against a tree, staring off into the distance.

"What-what happened?" Kaname choked out, slowly, fighting back the natural urge to retch at killing someone.

She felt awful. Tessa looked back at her calmly, her eyes holding pity but no compassion. Kaname felt slighted. Why was Tessa acting so odd?

"I am not quite sure. I believe, that some how, with the help of Whispered power no doubt, you killed them with your mind. Perhaps something was triggered by the headache you were screaming about." Kaname raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

This is just a bad dream, She told herself, a really bad dream. How could Sousuke kill without realizing whose life he was taking? He was killing a brother, a father, an uncle….

"Talk about Whispered PMS," She smiled weakly, failing to make a joke. Tessa frowned, not in the least bit pleased. She took on more of her 'Captain of the Tuatha de Danaan' personality than the chittery girl who blushed when Sousuke looked her way.

"This isn't funny." She shook her head, "We have just experienced uncharted Whispered Powers. Who knows to what extent or purpose these can be researched?" Tessa shook her head again and continued:

"We have to be careful. I frankly don't want to be melded to another human being for the rest of my life." Kaname nodded, voraciously. It would indeed be much to their disadvantage to be in one persona especially with their avid disinterest of eachother's interests. The only common things between them were their love for Sousuke…and their competitiveness.

Over the next hour, Kaname and Tessa stripped the soldiers of their food and weapons and in two cases, their clothes. Fortunately they found small men who didn't seem to smell as bad as the rest. From these, they took their new uniforms. After a small meal of ham and beans, and after donning the uniforms of the soldiers, they set off, now aided by some sort of GPS (Global Positioning System).

"I think we go this way." Kaname pointed to the right, tentatively. Tessa pulled at the GPS and clacked a few buttons. The machine bleeped and Tessa shook her head.

"You're wrong," She cut in, matter of factly, "We go that way." She pointed to the far left. Envy burst for a moment in Kaname but she recognized the feeling as superfluous and suppressed it.

Tessa knows more than me, She thought, humbly, I need to listen and learn. But still the envy huddled beneath her breastbone, waiting to lunge at her with sharp claws again. Everything about Tessa was to be envied The next description is for Sheo Darren ;)

Even starting from her stolen shoes. They seemed to shine brighter than Kaname's and were laced with practiced fingers. The army style black boots reached Tessa's knees and although much too big for her small feet (another point of envy) they seemed to fit. Her pants were green and speckled with spots of darker green and black to fit in with the jungle landscape. They were held around a small waist with a broad black belt.

Two semi-autos hung from straps around her petite shoulders and a pistol was holstered around her waist. Her shirt was quite baggy and buttoned to the top (sorry guys) despite the warm weather. Her high cheekboned face was framed by silvery hair that fell about her shoulders. Overall her baggy clothes seemed to accentuate her petiteness rather than hide it.

Tessa stared off into the distance, thoughtfully. Then, as if a mental light bulb had sparked in her head, she jumped up and grabbed a small hand held radio from the bag, quickly attaching wires to each other and pressing buttons.

Then, she straightened and held up both the radio and GPS, now connected. She pressed a button and twiddled with a dial.

"Big Boy 8, Big Boy 8 this is the Godmother, over." Static…crackle….

"Godmother, roger that this is Big Boy over."

"Code Number 124957362 Alpha Romeo, over."

"Roger."

"Big Boy, Godmother and Angel at Star5 LZ27. Requesting a pick-me-up."

"Negative, Godmother. Urzu-7 and Phoenix on way to meet-up" Kaname frowned. Tessa mouthed the word 'Phoenix.'

"Roger that. Urzu-7 known, Phoenix questionable." Tessa knew all the members of the Tuatha de Danaan. Perhaps this 'Phoenix' was from another submarine or from one of their land units.

"Affirmative. Rendezvous at B125. Phoenix known by Angel. I repeat, X-ray, Indigo, Echo, Romeo, Alpha, over."

"Xiera!" Kaname shrieked.

"Roger that, Big Boy. Rendezvous at B125. Over and out."

SOMEWHERE ELSE IN THE VIETNAMESE JUNGLE

Sousuke and Xiera had sprinted for quite a long time. Now, sweaty and tired, they knew that Kaname and Tessa were near from the tracks they left. Sosuke's radio crackled to life. He kept one with him at all times in case the Tuatha de Danaan needed to reach him.

"Urzu-7 come in. This is Big Boy, over." Sousuke paused. Big Boy? Wasn't that Commander Kalinen? He hesitated, tentatively bringing the radio to his mouth. Xiera snatched the radio away.

"Roger Big boy. This is Phoenix, over." Sousuke stood, shocked. He frowned. If 'Big Boy' didn't recognize her, he'd gun her down. He could stand no risks here.

"Hey-lo Phoenix. Rendezvous with Angel and Godmother at B125, over?" Xiera unfolded a map she had tucked under her shirt…probably in her camisole.

"B-125" She mumbled. She stopped and her eyes widened. Special red ink marked the are as being the center of 'hostile activity.' It was marked with the highest code for enemy activity.

"Roger that, Big Boy."

AFTERWARD:

Sorry this took so long to write. I have had it written for a while just too lazy to type it up.

Sorry!