"Long Road Home"
Day 9 - 08:24:02
MSG. Mike 'Archer' Wallace
Ex. Task Force 141/War Criminal
Moscow International Airport
"I don't give a damn about what your officers say Mike!" It was gut wrenching the first time and now he was reliving it. " Shari…I cant say no they need me" His wife stood her arms crossed and tears running down her face. He picked up his load out bag and stood in the doorway. "if you leave…don't come back because I'm leaving you" Archer couldn't say no, just because he wanted to stay didn't mean he could stay, his outfit needed him. She slammed the door after he left and went crying into her bedroom. Archer walked out to the rental car they had sent to pick him up. After depositing his bag into the trunk he turned, His friend and officer Lt. Simon 'Ghost' Riley was shooting hoops with his godson. Archer smiled thrilled to see his son happy and playing with his godfather. Ghost shot one more basket then turned seeing Archer standing there. He ruffled his godsons hair and walked over to the sniper. "You ready mate" Ghost asked. Archer nodded his son walked up to him. "are you leaving so soon daddy" He knelt down and hugged his son close to him "yes but I will be back as soon as I can" His son smiled alright dad see you soon. Archer frowned but got in the passenger seat as Ghost floored the accelerator out of the driveway. Ghost turned to look at his friend but when he said nothing he turned back. " he understands Mike" Archer looked out the window at the dreary surroundings. "Did you know my father was a military man" Ghost turned to face him "no". He smiled seeing his friends confused look through the ratty, beat up skull balaclava he wore. "well he was, and he always was making promises about coming home and seeing me after my mom divorced him…and he never kept them" The sniper put his hand to his face old memories breaking through the barriers he kept them under in his mind. " one day he didn't come home, and I was left wondering if he was alive or dead, a few years later I checked at the royal marine information center he had been dead for 4 years on some Panamanian mission" Ghost had stopped the car to hear what his friend was telling him for the first time. Archer looked up and closed his eyes "I promised myself I wouldn't do that to my kid if I ever had one, and Jesus Christ look at me I'm no better than my old man" Ghost processed all of this and started the car again "we all have our own demons"
Archer snapped awake in the chopper "we all have our own demons" Ghost's voice rang in his head. "rest in peace old friend". "what" he turned Toad was staring at him "what did you say". "Nothing Tim" he said using Toads real name. "why did you let me sleep". Toad smiled "looked like you needed it after lugging my ass through hell and back" Archer smiled "yeah I did lug your ass through hell and back, looks like you owe me". "Talk to me when we are drinking Guinness at O'Malley's pub back home". " Ill take you up on that" Archer said. " Guys we have a problem" Agent Carter said "This chopper is low on fuel and we have Moscow international Airport fast approaching" "So what will we do" Toad asked. We could hitch a plane home but we would need passports fake ID's and god knows what else" . "can we pull it off" Carter looked unsure "Maybe they have heightened security since the whole Makarov incident. "Can we pull it off" Archer repeated. "Carter nodded nervously "yeah…yeah but we need to hurry this bird is running on fumes". The two snipers looked at each other and nodded…there was a small glimmer of hope.
I know this is a short one but I have to gather my thoughts and figure out can I continue this and make it a 30 thousand word epic or cut it off somewhere at 10,000 anyway if anyone is reading this I will make that decision soon and give you a proper chapter
- The Drunk Fisherman