Disclaimer: (A/N: see chapter 1 for the proper disclaimer. BTW, thanks to June Birdie, my Beta Reader and first reviewer, for the review. AND, this is a short chappie.)
Normal POV
"Now, Amelia, as soon as you get there, give me a call on my cell, all right? It's bad enough that none of the others have remembered to check in every so often during their mission…" LeMarc said as the two made their way to the private plane gates off to the eastern side of the airport.
"Yes, Uncle Marc…"
"I mean it, Am. It's going to get real bad over in San Jose, if the rumors are true enough. BP will need you when it gets pretty bad…"
"She was once a Class A assassin, LeMarc…she can take care of herself…I'm just there to give her support should it get out of hand."
Silence engulfed them as they waited for one of LeMarc's friends to get ready for the trip. After five minutes, the pilot was ready; LeMarc turned to face his niece for the last time for the moment.
"This is it, Amelia…please, come back in one piece…" the older man said as silent tears fell down his cheeks.
"I'll be back before you know it, Uncle Marc…and I will call you everyday, so that I don't have you have a heart attack while I'm gone…and don't hurt yourself while you're at it too," Amy said as she smiled back at her uncle, who had been her guardian for eight years.
The two relatives hugged each other, trying to etch the other person into their minds. Finally, Amy was walking towards the small jet and boarded it, without looking back. If she had turned to look at her uncle once again, she would have saw her uncle motion the pilot goodbye as he left the airport alone to head back into whatever danger lied ahead of him.