All I heard was a loud explosion, and then the ground shook. I could tell the Rookie felt it too, cause he toppled over like a tree.
"Sir, did you feel that?" Sheppard asked.
"Yeah, haul your ass upstairs. Move out!" I yelled in reply.
I helped the Rookie up, and ran up the stairs. The ground shook even more as we made it to the ground floor. Sheppard fell over, and couldn't get his footing. So I grabbed his arm, and pulled him to his feet. I pulled him to the front door, and shoved him out. I followed, both of us in a full-fledged sprint. The warehouse exploded, knocking both of us to the ground. We both landed right at the dock as chunks of metal and wood fell from the sky. Sheppard tripped over his feet as we ran to the boat. I grabbed him by his collar, and basically tossed him into the boat. Another explosion knocked me into the water, and due to all the heavy gear I was carrying, I sank. I blacked out after a minute.
I woke up lying on what felt like sand. My gas mask was off, and my entire body was numb. My head was soaked and cold, only being warmed by the sun. All my gear, my weapons, everything but the armor off my back and my mask was gone. And of course, there was the diving knife on my belt.
I spat up some water, and regained minor vision. Everything was still just a blur though.
"I can't thank you enough for saving him. Without him, this investigation would be back to the beginning." I heard a familiar voice say.
"What makes you think I did it for you? You don't know him like I knew him." I recognized the voice.
I managed to sit up, my body literally shaking. The sun was beating down on me, blinding me. I pushed myself to my feet, even though I wobbled with each step. I took not even three steps before I fell flat on my face. I pushed myself up once more, but halfway through, I felt someone grab both my arms. I was pulled to my feet. To my left, was Paul, to my right, was… Carrie? I was amazed; I hadn't seen her in years. Mostly because I was dead, but still.
"Oh my god… Carrie, is that you?" I asked.
"Glad to see you remember me. how are the kids?" Carrie replied with a smile on her face.
"How should I know? Haven't seen em… since I died."
The expression on her face turned from happy to worried quickly. "You died? When? Were you hurt?"
"Yes. Yes I was. It stung like hell. Bare muscle exposed to air isn't very pleasurable."
"Oh, my poor baby… well, now I can make you all better."
"Uh… we need to get going. Colonel Peters said he needed to see you Carrie. And I guess you're coming along too Gamma." Paul interrupted.
To my dismay, there was a small motorboat already docked for us. We all boarded, and quickly headed off to base.
Sorry about the short chapter. What can I say, Writer's block.