A/N:This will be the last one (probably). It'll hopefully sum up all the stories. The game was kinda pointless, I just needed it to tie in with the rest of the story. =)
7-Paper, Scissors, Rock-? P.O.V.
I stood on the edge of the cliff, smiling at the events unfolding below me. A small boy running after his brother, a man I recognized as an LEP Major. The younger boy looked happy, as though Christmas had come early. I smiled, remembering my own brother.
There was a family of five having a picnic-a pale boy of about fifteen, a smaller boy of four, and their parents:a man who looked a lot like his eldest son, and a mother, blonde and beautiful. Another man was with them-an uncle perhaps?-who seemed to be mourning someone. He held a photo in his large hand.
There was an old man, the LEP Commander. He, too, seemed upset, and was watching the sea. Perhaps he, like me, was remembering Holly Short-his officer, my sister.
It reminded me of a game;paper, scissors, rock. Three choices, each choice costing you the game. I smiled, making my choice.
"Excuse me? Are you Julius Root?"
"Alice?"
"Hello, Dad."