Hey guys! I really didn't want this story to drag on, so in my attempt at trying to leave out details, I failed, miserably. I couldn't help but give the backstory. It might play a very important role in the story later on. Just stay tuned for what you've all been waiting for! It's coming, I promise!
Leaving Jessica was the hardest thing Glenn had ever done in his life, and that's saying something. Glenn was taught to be able to break bonds with people whenever necessary, he was told that he couldn't feel emotions, he was told that he would never be able to love, that it was forbidden. All of that was bullshit; he fell in love, he couldn't break the bond he shared with Jessica. If he was the so-called poster child of all CIA spies, then he surely wasn't now because word had gotten around that the general had terminated him for falling in love.
After leaving Jessica standing alone in his trashed apartment, Glenn had rushed out as fast as he could. He couldn't bear to see her cry anymore, because he had caused it. He knew that if he stayed for a few more seconds, he would never have left. They would've found him, and killed him right in front of her. A punishment to both for falling in love. Glenn had been reprimanded, taken off all future missions and suspended from most special operative spy benefits. He was reduced to training new recruits. He wanted to tell every single one of them that this job wasn't worth it; that all of the young trainees would be pushed through treacherous emotional suppression, scarring them, and prohibiting them from living a life they always dreamed of. Then again… they should know the risks before they sign the contract. Glenn knew the risks, he knew the sacrifices he had to make, and he dealt with that for twenty years. Yet he still cracked, and he knew deep down that everyone had a breaking point. It was just a matter of when and who would be the one to break it.
The first few months that had passed were some of the most painful and emotionally exhausting Glenn had ever endured. Being that working out was his only consistent outlet, he turned all his attention to pushing his body over the limit time and time again. Soon, he was only familiar with pain. He couldn't complain about the results, though. When he looked at himself in the mirror at night, he couldn't help but to imagine what Jessica's reactions would be if she saw him. It's not that he wasn't in great shape beforehand, it was just he managed to gain nothing but muscle. He had a well-defined six-pack along with a pair of rock hard thighs and arms. He wasn't getting any younger, and being in this shape gave him just enough self-confidence to get through the day. Sometimes, though, as he was working out, a throb of lust and longing would course through him. While he was working out for himself, he was also doing it for Jessica. He made a promise that he wouldn't lose himself and who he was. He promised himself that when he returned to Jessica, he would be twice the man he once was, and he would be reserved just for her.
Slinging his last bag over his broad shoulder, Glenn stepped out of the shabby, old cabin he was staying in. He had been on the 'run' from the CIA for a little less than a year, and it was finally time for him to make his move.
~ Fixing his freshly ironed tie and checking his slicked back hair, Glenn entered the multiple story building in which he could find and take back a secret government weapon that was stolen. He was told through direct orders to pose as a wealthy foreign businessman who was experienced in mechanical and biological weaponry. He was the perfect man to win that auction. As he stepped into the room, he spotted his backup, also posed as businessmen wanting to seal a deal. What he wasn't told was that he was supposed to be in charge of a double mission; he was supposed to join forces with the group who stole the weapon and work for them, and in time he would gain their trust and the CIA would take them down, but as he raised his auction ballot, alarm bells started ringing. Within seconds, every man in the room had drawn a gun on each other, leaving Glenn and his backup posed as sitting ducks. Deciding that this was the time, Glenn hit the trigger that was attached to his auction ballot, detonating a plethora of bombs from the basement of the building. Feeling the building shake, Glenn knew that this was his time. That he was going to die in this building. Closing his eyes, he felt the ceiling start cracking and falling at a rapid pace, taking out men left and right. The bombs would go off every few seconds, which would send a wave of plaster pouring down on him. He heard his men calling for him, but he refused to get up. A voice in his head he had thought had long been forgotten came back, making him stay planted in the plastic chair. Suddenly, a rush of emotions burst inside of Glenn and his eyes snapped open, he couldn't leave her. He couldn't do this to her. Trying to find a way out was futile, he couldn't see any more than two feet in front of him. Taking a tentative step forward, his entire body jerked with the first collapsing of the top floor, caving in the floors above his head. Bending down, he started off towards a wall, but his journey was cut short when a large piece of ceiling fell on him. Trapping him against the shaking ground, Glenn shouted for help, but nobody ever came. He looked around, to try and find a way out, but the dust was blinding. He felt the ceiling shake as another floor caved in, and his face turned to stone. Trying to push himself up was impossible as the large plaster ceiling piece had broken and cracked, covering him in heavy chunks. Racking his brain, he tried to think of a way to crawl his way out. Just barely pushing himself up off the ground, he started crawling in whatever direction he could, unfortunately that was the wrong move as another piece of ceiling fell down, hitting him in the back of the head. Almost instantaneously, Glenn's vision went black. He heard screams from his partners, and knew that he could do nothing to save them. Shaking his head a bit, he saw blood start dripping down his face, pooling below him. 'I will not die!' He repeated it over and over like a prayer, but it seemed that the blackness surrounding the outsides of his eyes was closing in. He had to make a choice. Ripping open his shirt, he yanked off his dog tags, and tossed them into the debris in hopes that the CIA would find them, and not his body. Closing his eyes, he mustered up as much strength as he could, and with a loud growl, he pushed up onto his knees, feeling the debris fall off his back. Looking around frantically, he almost threw up from the dizziness and nauseous that had suddenly consumed him. Stumbling into a wall, he grasped and searched for a way out of the damn room. Feeling the building shake again, he heard another few floors collapse, and he knew that the room he was in was next. Not being able to stand much longer, he fell to his knees, and searched along the wall. When he finally had given up, he slid onto the floor, his body succumbing to the darkness surrounding him. Closing his eyes, he thought of Jessica. He thought of the first time he met her, he thought of the first time he kissed her, the first time they made love, all the nights he shared with her. How he wished he could have stayed with her. He wanted her so badly, even as he was laying on some dirty floor dying. As he felt the last bits of life leaving him, he heard her voice in his head, "Glenn…" He knew that this was the part where he would stand between heaven and earth, his final decision in whether his life would be over. He found peace in the numbness spreading throughout his body, but he furrowed an eyebrow as her voice pierced his sensitive ears again, "Glenn Jacobs, don't you dare leave me." Too weak to understand what he was doing, he croaked out, "I can't make it… I, I left my tags for you." The voice in his head went quiet for a while, "Glenn, open your eyes. Please, if it's the last thing you do, open your eyes." Her comment took him by surprise, was she here with him? Did she somehow follow him? Cracking his eyes open, he saw through the clouded air a light. "Follow the light, Glenn. Follow the light and you'll be free." Taking this as his cue to cross the bridge, he crawled towards the light. Too numb, too injured and too dazed to comprehend what was happening, he ended up following a source of sunlight that was shining through a hole in the wall. As he entered the light, he just faintly saw a thicket ahead. He concluded that if he were going to die, it would be next to some form of nature. Crawling, he felt the cool, moist earth under his hands, ailing his pain a bit. Reaching the outer edges of the thicket, he collapsed, heaving out heavy, pained breaths. His face was aimed towards the building and he saw the last bit of it collapse, trapping and killing any survivors left over from the bombs. He felt the setting sun warm his sweaty face, and he closed his eyes, feeling himself fall into unconsciousness.
-Three Days Later-
Opening his eyes, Glenn coughed out the dirt that somehow accumulated in his mouth and realized that he was lying on some ground under bushes. 'Heaven seems nice' but before he could finish processing that thought, a horrible pang of pain shot through his head, and he cried out. Clapping his hand to the back of his head, he felt a large bump where the pain was emitted. Trying to push himself up, he felt faint. "How long was I out?" Shifting on the ground, he peeked out through the bushes, seeing that the building rubble was still present, but it appeared to have been sifted through. Scratching a palm over his face, he felt at least three days' stubble. Standing up on shaky feet, he grabbed onto a tree, still trying to comprehend what happened. The last thing he remembered was being told to follow the light and he would be free. Not knowing what to do or where to go, the only thing his mind assured him of was that he dead in the eyes of the CIA. They didn't bother looking for him since the building was specifically rigged to eliminate all people. 'This is what I wanted, right? I didn't want to be found...' His mind was still foggy as he started his march through the thicket, 'Oh god, Jessica. No.' Both his head and his heart throbbed with a pain that was so powerful it brought him to his knees. He felt himself slipping back into unconsciousness as the last words on his mind were, 'I have to find her.'~
Feeling his breath start to shake as it came out, Glenn closed his eyes, trying to calm down. After that mission, nobody attempted to contact him, nobody knew him, and nobody cared. He was free. He was free to find Jessica and sweep her off her feet. Being a spy, though, he wanted to make sure nothing would ever happen to her if he left too early, so he spent the next few months recuperating and laying low. He worked himself back into shape, but he felt the effects of what he knew happened to Jessica. He knew that the CIA went to her, telling her that he was dead. That he was never to be heard from again. He made a promise to her that he would return, but he couldn't keep it. Swearing to himself every night as he looked up at the night sky, he would return to Jessica. Now was his time to do just that. Shoving the last of his bags into the bed of his truck, he climbed in, started the engine and began his near thousand-mile journey back to Georgia.