Lost Memories/Amnesia Girl Chapter 6

"She's been here for over two months now. She'll be at Maylam's, Hadat's and Kirkwood's level in no time. There's only one thing that bothers me, she's timid with Maylam's advances towards her. I'm afraid that he'll seduce her into a corner," Andy said to his lover.

"Yeah that worries me too. Since her mother died at a young age she doesn't have some of the lessons that mothers teach their daughters. Is her sister really in the Eurasian Federation?" Aisha gossiped leaning on his desk slightly.

"Yeah. It seems like the sisters have radically different views…or they hate each other," Andy suggested relaxing in his chair. He ushered her to his chair and she obeyed. She sat on his lap wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I don't think they hate each other. Amarante speaks of her sister very highly," Aisha countered. She nuzzled him softly receiving a soft chuckle from him.

"But does her sister think the same way?" Andy thought over thoroughly. Aisha moved away from him looking up in thought.

"I never really asked about that. Do you think she'll fall in love with Maylam?" Aisha asked.

"No. He's too controlling. She needs someone who's gentle natured. None of the men here are like that. Tell her to wait for when the time is right," Andy ordered. Aisha giggled causing Andy to raise an eyebrow. She got off his lap resuming her position at his desk.

"You're really concerned about her. I'm actually quite surprised. You're acting more and more like a father to her," Aisha suggested.

"You think so? Those guys would "eat her up" if they got their hands on her," Andy replied worrying about Amarante and about how naïve she is.

"SEE!" she giggled, "A father would more or less say that!"

"Alright, alright. I see your point," he chuckled before seeing a letter on his desk. He picked it up slowly, perking the curiosity of Aisha.

"What is that?" she asked curiously leaning in closer to see what it was.

"It looks like an invitation to something," Andy replied. Aisha handed him the letter opener before completely sitting on his desk.

"So what is it?" Aisha asked as he read it silently. She looked into his eyes as he stared back at her.

"Her father is inviting me over to their home in a couple of weeks. What the hell is he thinking?" Andy said throwing it on his desk. Aisha looked at the letter before picking it up.

"What for?" Aisha asked looking at it. She held it in her hands before opening it to read it herself.

"Some type of contest between the two sisters. What's the point? What's his problem, wasting my time like that," Andy snapped.

"Why don't you two go? Maybe it'll be a good experience," Aisha suggested after reading it. He looked at her bewildered before hearing a knock on the door.

"DaCosta here I have more information," he announced as Waltfeld let him in.

"Aisha could you give us a minute," Waltfeld asked.

"Sure," she answered. Sauntering out of the room she looked back with suspicion as the door closed behind her. She sighed softly knowing that her Andy would never tell her. They waited the usual 20minutes before beginning the talk.

"So, what did you find out?" asked a curious Waltfeld. He stared at his subordinate placing down anything that could distract him.

"Her father was a scientist before she was born. His research facility was closed due to malpractice. According to the reports he was trying to create a serum to advance awareness in battle for natural pilots. Some type of spatial awareness," DaCosta informed handing him a report.

"Malpractice," Waltfeld said curiously. He thought the word and the man over carefully. Amarante had shown him a picture of her father and it didn't seem like he would do something like that.

"Excuse me?" DaCosta piped in. Waltfeld came back to reality staring at his subordinate.

"What type of malpractice?" Waltfeld asked.

"Something about endangerment of human lives. Out of everything I could find about him there were many parts removed from the official report," DaCosta replied.

"Why don't you find the little Tiger cub?" Waltfeld asked he was curious about questioning the girl about her father's actions. DaCosta's face went blank as he tried to connect the dots. His commander wore his amused and playful face so he knew it wasn't serious.

"Who?" DaCosta asked curiously. He gulped quietly knowing that this "tiger" was unpredictable and could do anything next.

"The little Tiger cub," Waltfeld said still with an amused face. He leaned back in his comfy chair watching DaCosta's confused face. It was always a fun and rare occurrence to see DaCosta this confused.

"O-Okay," DaCosta stuttered. He continued to look around confused trying to figure out who it was.

"Amarante," The playful Tiger replied causing a shock to go up DaCosta's spine. He nodded softly, saluting and then leaving the room.

"MAYLAM! KIRKWOOD! HADAT! OPEN THE DOOR!" Amarante cried banging on the inside of a storage room door. Small tears began to form in her eyes as Hadat and surprisingly Maylam laugher outside. "OPEN THE DOOR!" Kirkwood stayed quiet thinking over if he was doing the right thing.

"Then join us. We're just going on a small joy ride," Hadat replied.

"NO! LET ME OUT!" Amarante answered. She fell to the ground continuing to bang on the door.

"Then join us!" Hadat chuckled. Maybe I should just give in…I've been in here all day…it would make since wouldn't it? Amarante thought as a single tear ran off her nose.

"You there! Why are you shirking your duties?" DaCosta demanded seeing the three boys surrounding the door.

"DaCosta? PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!" Amarante cried from the inside.

"We're…ahhh…We're ahhh doing nothing," Hadat replied. Maylam who had laughed through the whole ordeal released Amarante from her prison. Hadat looked at him with disdain before looking back at DaCosta. She tumbled out the room falling to the floor.

"We were trying to persuade her to go joy riding with us," Maylam confessed. She rose from her feet saluting DaCosta. DaCosta nodded once thinking over his options. He didn't have to say anything to get the four teenagers to follow him. Oh no…I've only been here 2 full months and now I'm getting into trouble! Maybe I should break off my friendship with these goons, Amarante sighed as DaCosta made a bee line to Commander Waltfeld's office. For a couple of minutes the four of them waited outside as DaCosta spoke with their commander. No one said anything to each other. Soon after they were invited inside.

"What the hell made you guys lock her in a storage room?" Waltfeld demanded once all of them were inside and at attention.

"Truth is sir we were just toying with her," Hadat lied knowing that Maylam would tell the truth. Kirkwood looked at him in shock wondering why he wouldn't tell them the truth. Since Amarante wasn't apart of the boy band she stood to the left of DaCosta.

"Toying with her! Is this your idea of fun? She's not some type of play thing that you can stop playing with when ever the hell you feel like it," Waltfeld snapped.

"It was only harmless fun sir," Hadat replied trying to cover everything up. Maylam stood quietly knowing that if he spoke there was a chance that his friends would beat him up later. Perhaps the girl too. Kirkwood began to open his mouth but a death glare from his commander shut it.

"Amarante, how long were you lock-up?" Waltfeld asked.

"I…ah," she stumbled caught off guard by his question. Stupid…talk! Amarante thought as her words didn't come out.

"Answer me!" Waltfeld snapped.

"6 no 7...no I think 6 hours! Sir!" Amarante quickly and out of fear.

"Your side of the story…Go," Waltfeld ordered staring into her eyes with a cold gaze. She hated seeing the coldness in his eyes. Amarante gulped quietly her eyes staring past her commander.

"During my morning shift I was working on my BuCUE when Hadat approached me. He whispered into my ear to meet him at the storage room. I followed him thinking that it was important. Once we were there he told me that the three of them were going joy riding in 20 minutes and if I wanted to come with them. I said no because I didn't want to get into trouble. That's when someone pushed me into the storage room. They harassed me for an hour or so before leaving me for 4 hours. Then they came back and harassed me again for an hour. Sir," Amarante replied. She gulped a large puff of air awaiting Commander Waltfeld's response. He thought over her response and what DaCosta had told him. She refused to release the air held in her lungs.

"Go put on your flight suits and meet me outside the hangar, all of you," Waltfeld replied waving them away with a flick of the hand. The four pilots left the room quickly and DaCosta remained still standing at attention. Waltfeld focused on a report sitting on his desk noticing that DaCosta was still there.

"When I said all of you…I meant ALL of you," he said not even looking up from his report. DaCosta mustered a "sir" before saluting and leaving.

The five soldiers waited for their commander in the blistering sun light. It had been about 30 minutes give or take a couple of minutes. Sweat ran down their faces and fatigue was beginning to set in. At last, twenty minutes later he emerged. They saluted to him once he stood in front of them.

"Are you guys hot?" Waltfeld asked almost innocently enough.

"Yes sir," the five replied.

"Would you like some water?" the commander asked. A mixture of no and yes sir was heard.

"Amarante do you want water?" Waltfeld barked pointing at her.

"No sir! Water is a commodity, Sir!" Amarante replied with intensity. I'm surprised that Amarante would say such a thing, Waltfeld thought.

"Hadat how about you? You look like you're getting parched," Waltfeld demanded pointing his finger at him.

"Yes Sir!" he said on accident. The other four stiffened knowing that Waltfeld would probably inflict a punishment on all of them.

"Hadat, Maylam, Kirkwood. Run around this hangar five times. Hadat if your last…you three will run ten more laps," Waltfeld ordered. The men began to run as Waltfeld focused his attention on Amarante and DaCosta. "You two will remain at attention until they're done."

"Yes sir!" they replied. Kirkwood finished his five laps first, followed by Maylam and lastly Hadat.

"Since Hadat was last you three will run 10 more laps. Hadat if you're last again the three of you will run 20 laps," Waltfeld snapped. The three soldiers sprinted off again producing almost the same results but Hadat increased his speed beating Maylam by a couple of seconds.

"Let this be a lesson to all of you. You're dismissed," Waltfeld ordered. Tiredly Amarante plopped to the sandy floor. DaCosta waited with her seeing that her face was turning a flushed red. Turning a corner Kirkwood stayed near by his cheeks becoming slightly flushed as well. I'm so sorry Amarante…he thought watching her with DaCosta.

"Are you alright?" He asked rubbing her back gently as she gagged for breath.

"Yeah. I'll be fine," she replied between breaths. She nodded her head as well trying to focus on DaCosta. Unfortunately Amarante was beginning to see double.

"Take it easy alright? Do you want to stay here for a little while? How about some water?" he asked crouching next to her. Carefully he loosened the flight suit's collar so it was easier to breathe.

"No sir," Amarante answered coughing slightly.

"Come on, if you continue to sit here you'll become even more dehydrated," DaCosta ushered helping her stand up. After they were gone Kirkwood followed soon after.

Waltfeld opened his office door to see Aisha leaning against his desk. Her arms were crossed and her eyebrows furrowed. He could tell she was upset about something.

"What the hell was that all about?" Aisha demanded. Now he knew exactly what she was angry about.

"What do you mean by that," Waltfeld said with an angry sigh. He wasn't in the mood to talk it over…nor did she really want to just "talk" it over. Andy would have rather sit at his desk and read a boring report about nothing.

"She didn't even do anything wrong! Why did you punish her too!" Aisha replied as the door closed behind her lover. Aisha had watched the punishment from a far and it really angered her.

"She was an example," Andy said coolly.

"Oh yeah," Aisha began sarcastically, "Just because she did nothing wrong! She's only a child Andy." She had a point…Amarante was the youngest soldier at his base…ever.

"Have you forgotten that she's a soldier? She maybe a child but first and foremost she is a soldier under my command!" Andy snapped. They both had valid points which caused Aisha to sigh out of frustration. Out of anger and knowing that she was defeated she knock off one of his metal coffee mugs and several reports. It hit the floor and became slightly dented. Since many had been unstable they fluttered to the ground in a messy pile.

"I understand that but I don't approve of that method. I'll see you tonight," Aisha growled before storming out of the room. DaCosta watched her go by before entering the room. He was surprised to see his room in such disarray and to see his commander fuming.

"What is it? Are you going to grill me too?" Commander Waltfeld demanded.

"No sir…I sent Amarante to her room because she wasn't feeling well. Which is the reason why she's not present," DaCosta replied shocked at his anger. Waltfeld sighed softly sitting down at his desk.

"How long did she go without water?" Waltfeld asked.

"Probably about 8 hours. She said she felt dizzy," DaCosta replied.

"She'll feel better in the morning," Waltfeld sighed.

"Yes. I hope she'll be alright," DaCosta said worriedly.

"You're very fond of little Amarante," Waltfeld stated.

"Yeah…she tends to grow on you," DaCosta chucked softly. With a slightly devilish smile Waltfeld stared at DaCosta intensely.

"DaCosta," he chimed. His subordinate was almost too afraid to answer. That smile always meant trouble.

"Yes sir?" DacCosta gulped.

"Why don't you start picking up and sorting those reports?" Waltfeld ordered with an amused face.

"Will do sir," DaCosta replied plainly getting to his knees. He knew it would take awhile before everything was back in order. Also this gave Waltfeld time to harass the boy.