My figure is hidden in the sand storm and I watch the truck leave, there is no going back from this decision, I can hear Waraabe's men firing, but I can't see two feet in front on me.

I told Price to go on with Soap, Yuri and Nikolai and I would stay behind and find Ciara, knowing her there is probably a purpose for what happened.

But still, what if we she injured, I didn't want to feel like we abandoned her again. God only knows how hard we've tried to get her to open up a little more.

It's interesting that I even decided to do this, I'm never the hero, I just sit back and let everyone else take the credit.

I was never interested in being a hero, and ever since Makarov's safe-house I just try to shut up and do my job. Either way it's up to me to find Ciara, injured or uninjured.

I quickly got up from my spot and headed for collapsed construction site, putting my hands in front of my face to try to keep the sand out of my eyes, it takes more then a long time of aimlessly sneaking around until I found the construction site.

My eyes quickly flit around as I whisper out Ciara's name.

Hmm, if I was Ciara, where would I hide...

{TRACKING! Gary 'Roach' Sanderson...}

{Searching File!...}

{Access Denied!...}

{TRACKING! Ciara -Classified-!...}

{Searching Classified Files!...}

{Accessing Clearance...}

{Clearance Granted!...}

{Unlocking File...}

{...}

{Success!}

{Three Months Ago}

My eyes locked with the Doctor's for a moment then let them drop to the floor, "What the hell is this?"

I exclaim as I open the file and begin to read it.

"Your record,"

"OK...But what use is it?" I pressed as I closed it.

The Doctor shakes his head, "The file claims that your mother died when you were Eight months old,"

"Yeah? So what?" I questioningly raise an eyebrow as I cross my arms.

"But that isn't your mother, nor was that your father. Ciara we looked into your past and your former identity of Alexandra Scarlett Miller, the problem is you aren't even related to them. When we took your last blood test we searched for your parents but the results were rather...Disturbing."

I sit quietly letting the information sink in, "Disturbing?"

The Doctor pulls out another file and hands it to me, I swiftly grab it and open it and begin to read.

{...Chanel Redfield...}

{Project: Sandstorm...}

Bio:

Chanel Redfield was apart of the highly classified project Sandstorm. She volunteered when she became pregnant to test a highly classified embryo genetic program.

My stomach begins to twist into a knot and I close the file before I start feeling sick, "Is this suppose to be my real mom?"

The Doctor nods, "We aren't sure who your real rather is but yes, but that isn't the disturbing part of it all."

I raise my eyebrows, what could get worse then that? The Doctor hands me yet another file.

{Alexandra Scarlett Redfield...}

{Class: Failed...}

Despite our attempts the poor child's DNA is different then the normal persons, even with my warnings to the Doctor Edwin he kept tweaking with her DNA.

How Chanel became pregnant is still unknown, she refuses to admit who the child's father is.

But in my opinion I feel bad for the child, despite the tests we worked on her were successful she carries bad luck.

Cause of her carrying this bad luck meaning: That there is a good chance that no matter how hard she tries she will always fail, how she got the bad luck is still unknown. But the most disturbing part of it...

...No matter what happens Death follows the child where ever she goes.

I blinked I few times and stopped reading, unsure if I can continue, is this the reason everything has happened to me?

Because I somehow carry bad luck? That where ever I go death follows? I close my eyes for a moment and I see almost half of the Task Force dead, was this because of me?

"It's hard to take in, but we're searching for more information as we speak." The Doctor says as I slowly close file.

"Is my actual mother, still alive?"

The Doctor nodded, "She's alive but she's off the grid, has been for the past twenty three years."

I get up from my spot and head to the door, as I open the door I sighed, "Thank you...for letting me know,"

That was the first time I had said thank you in a long time.

{Present}

I'm more then swift to find a way out of here, I couldn't let anyone know what I had found out about myself, I need to find my mother, and get answers from her.

I know enough to make sense of this whole mess, I guess it's true that I do carry more then my fair share of bad luck. But maybe my mom can explain the situation to me. Ever since I found out she's alive I've been tracking her down, trying to pinpoint her location to speak to her.

When I finally pinpointed her location it just so happened to be here in Somalia, I couldn't tell the others, I would have to explain to much, too much that I don't even understand myself, let alone them.

They need to focus on killing Makarov and I need to focus on getting answers, I couldn't drag Soap and Price into the mess I somehow created.

Just then I see dust and sand fall from the ceiling, this place isn't going to be standing up for much longer, right as I round a corner I ram into something, I quickly jump back and pull out my knife.

"...What the hell are you doing here Roach?!" I hiss out as I realize who it is.

"Making sure you're still alive, look we need to get out of here," Roach says quietly.

I raise my eyebrows, "Stating a the obvious?"

Roach shakes his head, "No I mean out of Somalia. Price and Soap left with Nikolai and I told them I would stay behind for you."

My face turns sour, "Fuck. I should've known one of you would stay behind," I mentally face-palm wishing I had thought my plan out a little thoroughly.

Roach gives me a questioning look, "What do you mean? Wait, let me guess you did this with a purpose didn't you?"

Damn, I guess I have been becoming a little more predictable, "You need to get out of here...I have some... Personal business to take care of,"

I then walking past him and out the entrance, the sandstorm has lightened up a little and I can see a little farther then before.

"Didn't you hear me? I said Price and Soap already left. You're stuck with me now. You can trust me." Roach replies from behind me.

I give a grim look, I don't have a choice but to trust him, I turn on my heels to face him and whisper in a dead serious voice, "This is extremely personal to me, and you have to swear you won't tell anyone...Not even Price this, understand?"

Roach gives me a wide eye look, "I swear, I won't tell anyone."

With a sigh I answer, "I'm looking for my mother,"

"But...But your mom is dead. Right?"

I shake my head and explain everything to him as we start to make our way through the sandstorm, by the time I have finished my explanation the sandstorm has passed and Roach is silent.

"So...You think your real mom is here?" Roach finally speaks up.

"I know, she's here. Not exactly right here but a few miles out in a different village, about a few miles south of that. According to my research she's with traveling gypsies." I corrected him.

Roach shakes his head, "Soldiers will be swarming this place soon, how are we going to be able to get out of here in one piece...Wait! Don't answer that. I forgot you always-."

"I always have a plan Bug," I smirk cutting him off.

"Well, what's the plan?" Roach crosses his arms waiting impatient.

I chuckle still keeping my smirk, "I know a place,"

I quickly check my skirt to make sure it looks ok, it's just a black one that would be seen on a gypsy.

My top was also black and completely cropped only covering my bust not to mention with was off the shoulder, (Like the one Jasmine wears in Aladdin).

Then I have a cheer black veil that wraps around my left shoulder and wraps around the right side of my waist and ties in the back, there is a name of what it's called though I don't remember,.

Finally I pull on a black mask that covers my face other than my eyes, it's not like my old mask, this one is like one you would see on a belly dancer, only a little tight fit.

Just then I walk out of the small room, and go to my friend Anya, "Does it fit?" She asks.

I nod, "Like a glove. Thanks again for doing this,"

Anya shakes her head, "I still owned you for Iraq,"

Me and Anya original met when I was with the Shadow Company, and we were both sent of a mission in Iraq, she got captured and lets just say it shortly that I saved her, she was going to be on the chopping block with the Shadow Company so she went off the grid and went here.

"You're friend is cute," Anya whispers to me as she pushes back her blonde hair that has began to brown.

I chuckle, when I see him enter the room, "He's single,"

Anya grins letting her green eyes sparkle with mischief, and I won't even go into detail on how ridiculous he looks in his outfit.

Roach shifts uncomfortably under her gaze as he finally speaks up, "Are we ready to go?"

"Follow me, I'll escort you both to the gypsy caravans," Anya signals us to follow her outside and we do so.

Just then I feel the heat impact my covered skin, maybe black wasn't the greatest color to choose considering it attracts heat, either way I don't care.

Just then we see three Camels, thinking of Camels I begin to think of the cigarette's named after it and how Ghost use to smoke them, he but he found a new brand back then.

I quickly dismiss the thought of Ghost, I can't be distracted by him at the moment, but I do need to speak to him after I get this out-of-the-way.

Just then I walk up to my camel and get on, in the corner of my eyes I see Roach struggling to get up, then I see Anya help him up and I begin to chuckle to myself at the shade of red his face is.

Anya grins as she gets on hers, she wears a similar outfit to mine only in white. She then pulls her long hair into a bun then pulls on her mask.

Just then we start to move across the desert, it's dry and hot and it looks like it goes on for miles.

I begin to feel anxiety grow in my stomach, what if my mom is dead, what if I find her dead? What if she doesn't believe I'm her daughter. I feel my stomach twist and turn as I think up the worst scenarios possible and prep myself for them.

The village is quite lively, I see children running around in playing as I see the a long line of people waiting for water.

I see guards skulking around, pestering people for no reason, they must do it out of fun. But that doesn't matter, what matters to me is finding my mom, if she is even alive.

I then begin to question myself about what I'm going to do once I get answers, would I just forget I ever met her and go on and reconnect to Price and Soap.

Would I stay with her and have Anya escort Roach back to Soap and Price, I let my mind skim the ideas, and once again my stomach twists more. The suspense is killing me slowly and I hate the feeling.

Once we get out of the village it's a desert again, and Anya speaks up, "We're getting close, are you excited?"

"Anxious is more of the word," I reply steadily. I trust Anya, out of everyone I know, I've always trusted her. She didn't try to understood my pain it's what I liked about her, she never pressed for answers, she never got angry at me for being so quiet and not answering her every question, she was a true friend.

I told her about my mother when I was at her house, I didn't actually...How to put it...Tell her that I was coming, but I knew I was a welcomed friend, and I also had to pinpoint her location as well.

"Name off the worst that can happen," Anya says immediately and I chuckle, this is what she's always done.

"I'll find her there dead," I answer, ever since me and Anya became friends when I said I wasn't sure about something she would always make me say what I thought could happen, she would then say, "You are such a pessimistic bitch. Everything will be fine Ciara," Anya rolls her eyes and I can see her smile behind her mask.

I let my lips dance a smile as I roll my eyes, "And you're optimistic bitch," My very own line I always said when we did this.

My eyes light up like candles when I see the caravans in the distant and gypsies men and women working, the sun's setting and it's been a long day, my anxiousness will finally be solved, when we get to the caravans we get off our camels and Anya approaches them and I follow up.

Anya goes to one gypsy women and whispers to her, the girls eyes widen and she quickly gets up from her wash bored and scurries to a caravan.

Just then I see a women, she has long dark brown curly hair with hazel eyes, she wears a full length blue skirt and a white floral off the shoulder top, just then her eyes connect to mine, and I knew this women was my mother.

Wassup People!? Happy National Forever Alone Day! I decided while I was sulking and crying about how alone I was today that I would write this chapter! Like ERMAHGERD! I just randomly started to get all of these bada** idea's in my head and was like 'I HAVE TO WRITE THEM DOWN!' :P Zomg there is going to be a lot of plot twists ahead so be prepared!

And yes I once again changed the book cover because *shrug* because I can, and this one looked way more awesome and yes it is the mask she wears in this XD

But next chapter is actually going to be really happy...For once. But still, gotta wonder who her real father is... ;)

Anyways I'm off, have a nice Forever Alone day, or what couples call "Valentines" Day.

Cheers! And as always: Stay Beautiful My Readers :)

Sincerely, Red Dawn Shadow.