Hey guys!

It's been a while, but I can assure you that I am perfectly fine, even thought the last few weeks had been quite rough…

Anways…moving on.

Hana-chan98: Thanks for the great review *hug* I hope you can further enjoy this Fic. Also I am amazed that someone actually found one of my characters interesting. I am trying my best to give them flaws and stuff like that. It sometimes is just really hard (T^T) And yes, it was a Soap- easter egg, I played in there :). Great that you pointed it out! Don't worry Logan will be back soon…(I know it's dragging on to long already.)

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Now have fun with this new chapter! (I am sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

8.

With light steps she moved down the stairs, pulling over her sweater just before her slippers touched the button of the staircase. Grey eyes moved to above the doorway to see the clock. The long hand pointed towards the "VII" and it's short companion to five small dashes further. She sighed; not for the fact that she had been late already. This was "Morning Drill" as her mother liked to call it. She ran her hand through her messy blonde mane, while her gaze met with the housekeeper who just sent a smile of understanding to her. After all the housekeeper did know that she was a morning grouch through and through.

"You know that your mother won't be amused with you being late." The housekeeper says waving with a wipe in front of her face, which was a nice painting of different hues. Pink covered her cheeks from her feet being cold and all her attention during her session in the bath room concerned the covering of her left eye with dozens of layers of make up. For her it looked okay, even though at college people where extremely biased about looks. All she was worried about was to be the center of attention, which in her case didn't end well most of the times.

"I know…" She mumbled unter her breath as she drags herself to the door. Forcing her limp feeling arm to touch the door handle, her chest tightened. Clearing her throat with a silent swallow she moved inside.

"Good Morning, Cady." The only thing visible of Mila was her hand which reached for the coffee cup on the table in the front. The hand which wore a ring, with a ruby in it, moved the cup around the newspaper towards her lips, but instead of drinking she rests the edge of the porcelain on her lips."Morning…" Cady said as she sat down on the opposite of the long table inside the dinning hall. It was empty. All the others must have already left. Her gaze scanned the table for food that could satisfy her hunger, however her appetite only lured her into grabbing a cup of coffee. She settled herself in a comfortable position by the table. Knees pushed against the table's edge almost curled up into a ball, mug resting on her lap.
"Put your feet down." Her mother said in a demanding tone. Didn't she know that the commander tone didn't work with Cady. She put her feet down nevertheless, since her mother wouldn't talk to her for a week if she would disobey her "orders". Cady used her hand to support the weight of her head as she starred into the blackness of the coffee. Her mother turned the pages and finally decided to put it down, Cady shifted her not so joyful look to cross with her mothers."How are you studies going ?" Mila asked with a smile while she leaned forward pressing her elbows onto the table holding her cup up. Briefly noticing the smile on her face, Cady looked back down to her coffee, seeing her reflection inside the black.
"Good." She simply said not wanting to further talk about it. Taking some sugar and a spoon to mix it into the coffee, it looked like she was more playing with the substance than intending to drink it. Oh yes, two spoons of sugar mixed with pure coffee could boost her into believing to have the motivation to go to collage. Round after round she moved the spoon in the liquid, careful to not spoil it.
"Just tell me if something is bothering you." Mila said while she looked through some of her paperwork that had came in that morning. It wasn't much to pay to attention to, but there was this one letter, when her face suddenly froze, looking like she forgot how to breathe.

"Mum…" Cady put her hand on Mila's shoulder and looks a little bit concerned. That's how her mother always looked when something bad came up, or rather landed on her desk. The job as the commander of the Ghosts did really drain her, but she would never admit that to Cady, since Mila wanted to be a strong as much as an independent woman. Showing any sign of indulgences wasn't her way of coping with stress. Mila's grey eyes settled on Cady's, blinking for a brief moment but then she forced as smile upon her face. The smile she always set on when she hid her feelings it was like a mask and somehow it scared Cady to see her mum do this.
"It's nothing, just a medical report of a soldier." She said with a suppressed gulp while putting the letter aside into the pocket of her blazer, then she glared to the ceiling, which looked very traditional with a hand made stucco. Blowing some of her faint red banks out of her face Mila closed her eyes. Cady sticked the spoon into her mouth, but putting it out immediately. Good for her she wasn't a barista, because she even managed to mess up the most delightful of coffees.

"How about." Cady put the liquid away which once was coffee and wiping her lips with a napkin. Mila titled her head; her mouth drawn into a slight smile as she watched her daughter, telling herself how much her little girl had grown up, however the blue mark she apparently had tried to cover with make up, shone from her face like a emergency light.
"We both take a day off this weekend and do something fun." Cady suggested while she got up and remembering that she still needed to get her bag from her bedroom. Mila smiled again and rested her chin on the back of her hand, while the once friendly smile turns into a cheeky grin.
"Why not." Mila said nodding and getting up also grabbing her blazer. She put it on, looking into her pocket mirror to check her hairdo. It looked like it should be; everything was nice and tight, no hair dared to peak out of her bun. Cady turned on her heel with a happy smile, about to say good bye to her mum when Mila's phone rang.

"Understood. I will be right there." Mila said briefly while walking up front towards the exit of the dinning hall, waiting for Cady before she closed the door. Her daughter hugged her and then is off to college while she stayed on the phone moving across the park of the living quarter's towards the Com-Center.

Mission Jungle Triangle had been initiated.

With the number on his watch constantly shrinking, he knew that the green light came closer and closer with every shaky breath he drew through his nose. Looking between his legs and reaching with his hand to touch his dog Riley, Hesh made sure everything was the way it needed to be, though the very bottom of his heart screamed for the company of his baby brother. With three controlled breaths he wiped the thought off his mind. Riley moved his head from the ground as his ears picked up the sound of boots pressing onto the metal flooring of the plane.

"Listen up!" Nobody less than Stephan stood on a crate nearly in the middle of the cargo room. His husky voice was stern and left no room for argument. Within a split second, the remaining Ghosts paid their attention to their captain, who stood in the company of a silent Keegan.
"Two minutes until drop off." He announced and the guys went to check the security on the zodiacs once more, which will be dropped off a few miles away together with the exfil squad ‚Charlie'. Hesh moved his body to get up, and rolled his shoulder blades while putting on his parachute, switching to the altimeter and making Riley ready. Hesh couldn't tell if Riley liked free falling, but the dog certainly enjoyed solid ground under his four paws more.

"You okay?" Keegan put his hand on Hesh's shoulder his voice loud enough to drown the noise of the opening cargo door. Beneath them there only seemed to be the sea of never ending trees. Hesh more concerned about securing Riley on his vest. He hesitated before he answered Keegan's question, which he found to be unnecessary; the elder Ghost should already be able to tell by his shaky hands adjusting the carabiner on his vest how he felt.
"Yeah." Hesh mumbles while Keegan looks out to see Stephan searching for the LZ with his sharp amber eyes. The other team members helped each other ready their chutes. Hesh stepped beside Stephen who gave him a look and smiled.

"Now you are going see how we operate." He said giving the rest the signal to line up, ready for the drop off. Charlie Team stayed in the back and watched in silence. Keegan stood last one in line and Hesh stood after Stephen- Some people might say parachuting above a rainforest was suicidal, but they were Ghosts they were already dead. For Hesh no fear was bigger than never seeing his brother again. He petted Riley's head while seeing Stephen nodding at him and jumping out the plane before him.
Hesh stood by the edge of the plane took a deep breath, letting his body fall forward with Riley's whole weight stripped to his chest. Below him again only the jungle which was enemy territory even the air felt dangerous for him to breathe. Endless fields of dense forest stretched beyond the horizon line. The different kinds of trees melted together, painting an abstract painting of green; only a in the sun sparkling stripe of a greenish-blue, divided the seemingly eternal rainforest.
"1500 ft." The altimeter stripped to his wrist said. Stephen beneath him waved his hands, signaling Hesh and the rest to open their chutes. Forcing his hand through the passing air to grip the handle on his lower back. Determent he teared the rip cord to let the parachute unfold above his head. Riley exclaimed a small yelp during the sudden pull by the chute. He used his left hand to pet his dogs head gently, sighing.
"It's okay boy. Remember, we will see Logan again soon."

Heavily he waltzed through the hallway, not bothered by the glances of the people he passed by. There was one thing the years on the battlefield hadn't changed; his sense of hearing. However good hearing wasn't required to decipher the whispers of those around him. He didn't care about other people's thoughts about him. There was a bloody war going on though people still had the time to gossip around. He just had a little fight with the "daughter" of the woman, who always wanted to be treated as an equal in every fucking situation. Women, you can never figure them out. Although the look in the girls eyes, Cady's eyes. Why had he the feeling that he had been looking into a mirror. Even her punch did hurt; just kidding, it didn't hurt a chuckles at the thought locking his glance at his watch. His nose sniffed this smell, the smell of a familiar perfume passing him by;

"You are walking into the wrong direction, Merrick." She said not stopping in her tracks until he managed to grip her wrist. The both stop a moment, his hand wrapped tight around her wrist; her features covered by her hair; he looking down at the tiled marble floor. She drew in some air through her mouth slowly while he could feel her arm throb from her her rising blood pressure. Her wrist twisted around his grip, her bone grinding against his skin, releasing itself from the grasp. The move was forced but effective; his arm fell back to his side.
"Come on." She says walking passed him her head still held lower than he thought her pride would allow her. With a huff his legs moved and he followed. Even now he couldn't catch up with her, only watch her walk away. How could such short legs in heels walk so fast?

From the side lines and other transiting people, he always heard how they addressed her as commander; in return she send them a gentle smile paired with a briefly nod. For him it was strange to see her in this light. He had always thought of her as a fighter not the one who leads them. Strange how things can change in more than two the window of the hallway he could see the sun slowly rise from behind the mountain side, making the remaining snow on the peaks sparkle in a orange light. A beautiful sight to look at; all caught up in the nature play, his voice seemed like the soft whisper of a fir tree;
"Mila, stop." She stops in her tracks, not daring to turn around. Her hands clenched the tablet tighter, to compensate for her sweaty skin. The last clicking of her heels died down in the long in sun light immersed hallway. Only two meters of space set them apart. It was the closest they had become since a long time.

I know I am mean to let it end on that note. (-)
What dangers do you think will Hesh and Co. face inside the junlge?
What will Merrick tell Mila?
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