I Fear Nothing by Audiomachine

The End of the Dream by Evanescence

Mind Heist: Evolution by Zack Hemsey

Losing Control by Red

*I saw that I made an error with the timing around when to reset based on what I did in Part I, so I changed it from 24 hours to 42. Just fyi :) I never fully understood the timing for resets in the film anyway because some seemed longer and past 24 hours than others, but maybe that was plot holes on their end.

Thank you for the kind words. I appreciate it *heart*

2020 Verdun

Reset 170

She sought out Kamden in this reset. Sometimes she just needed to be in his presence to feel like everything was going to be okay. Travis was good at giving off that vibe, but Kamden was the master at it, and that was saying something since she hadn't spent a lot of time with her teammates in the past.

"What's up?" he asked, catching sight of her as she came up behind him. He was cleaning his guns.

"You good?" she countered, leaning her hip against the work bench and crossing her arms.

"Oh yea," he replied with a smile. "Just another day."

"You ever get scared?" she asked.

"That's a loaded question," Kamden said with a laugh. "Is this some kind of a test?"

"No. I was just curious."

"Never show fear to your enemy," Kamden stated cocking his gun now that it was cleaned. "That's how they get you right where they want you."

Rita made a noncommittal noise in her throat as she watched him finish up with his weapon. Kamden didn't say anything more as he moved to his other rifle. She watched his muscles flex and relax as he worked. It reminded her of watching Luke clean his guns in the barn. She thought of the first time he'd let her fire the shotgun. It had blown her off her feet, and after he'd made sure she was alright, he'd laughed and laughed. She'd laughed too. She really missed his laugh.

"You look pensive," Kamden noted after a bit. "Something on your mind?"

"Just the past," she answered, surprising both of them. He looked at her now, hands pausing from what he was doing.

"You know," Kamden said slowly, still looking at her. "You remind me of my little sister."

"I do?"

"Yea. She was quiet most of the time but full of sass," Kamden said with a chortle. "When she unleashed, you had no idea what hit you."

"You miss her," Rita noted, and Kamden stood still for a moment before giving in and nodding. He set his rifle down and leaned his hands on the table.

"She cried when I joined the UDF," he said quietly. "She said she just knew she'd never see me again."

"Is she still alive?" Rita asked. It was a toss-up these days if anyone survived.

"She was a month ago," Kamden answered. "I haven't been able to get any communication out to her since."

"What does your gut tell you?" she prompted. "About surviving this war?"

"I ain't gonna," Kamden responded. "And I've made peace with that." He held Rita's gaze, and she felt slightly unnerved. She hadn't made peace with dying. Not yet, anyway. Maybe that's why she was stuck doing this. Maybe this was a way of getting her used to the concept of dying so when it really did happen, she wouldn't be so scared.

But until then, she was terrified.

...

She was trapped underwater. Luke's hand was inches from her own, and she strained to reach it. She was running out of air, and something was pulling her down. Her fingers grazed his, and she went down farther from him. She couldn't help it...she couldn't hold her breath any longer.

The water felt cool as it filled up her lungs...

Rita jerked awake trying to breathe. She felt her hands trembling as she pressed her fingers against her face. She worked to calm herself. She had hoped for a nightmare free night, but apparently that was too much to ask for. Unable to fall back asleep, she decided to go for a walk.

She found Farell sitting by himself on her rock as usual. She felt braver tonight, though, so she approached him. He looked surprised to see her there.

"Can I help you?" he asked her.

"I think it's safe to say we both had nightmares tonight," she reasoned, and he looked like he was going to argue at first, but then he thought better of it. He sighed and moved to give her room. Rita hadn't done this before, so it was new territory. She sat, waiting for him to speak again.

"I am always so close," Farell said quietly after a moment. "I can touch him and almost pull him out of danger, but I'm always too late."

"Who is it?" she asked, already knowing the answer. She didn't fancy doing 30 push ups for freaking him out. Farell sighed roughly, and she thought he wasn't going to answer, but then he surprised her.

"My son," he said. "I lost him when he was 21."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"He was at work," Farell went on, looking down at his hands that were folded in his lap. "There was a robbery, and he...he lost his life trying to save someone else."

Rita felt really bad now, and she wondered how long ago this was. He didn't offer that information, though. She had no idea why he was being so frank with her, but she didn't say anything, just sat and listened.

"He hated guns," Farell said next. "Despised them...and that's what took his life in the end."

"I'm sorry," she said again.

"I think it might be for the best anyway," Farell advised, shifting. "If we lose this war, there won't be anything left but terror, death, and darkness." Rita knew he was right, but it still hurt to hear. She sat in silence for a moment until she decided to share. He wouldn't remember anyway.

"My son is missing," she offered.

"Missing?" he repeated, looking at her.

"Yes. He signed up underage, and I have no idea where he is. He's out there fighting in this war...he has since he was 15. He's not quite 17 now."

"What's his name?"

"Brendan Woods." She saw him look puzzled at the different last name, so she filled in the blanks with a white lie. "His father's last name."

"Ah."

"You haven't seen or heard of him?"

"I'm afraid not," Farell replied. "Sorry, Corporal."

"I think he's dead," she said truthfully. "My gut tells me so."

"Let's hope it's wrong," Farell said, studying her carefully. She decided not to press her luck and stood to leave him in peace.

"Good luck tomorrow, sir," she told him.

"You as well, Corporal."

Rita went back to her barrack, doing her best to get his sad expression out of her head.

Reset 175

"WATCH YOURSELF!" Travis bellowed at Harvey, who ducked and narrowly missed getting his head taken off by a Mimic. Pete gunned it down, and Harvey looked pale and shaken. Rita didn't have time to notice her team's anxieties and fears. She had to stay focused.

"Where. Are. They. All. Coming. From?!" Kamden shouted with each blow as he beat a newly killed Mimic with his rifle.

"Save your strength," Rita ordered. "We have to keep moving."

"Where are we even going?" Pete asked. It was one of those rare resets where everyone was still alive. Rita didn't dare hope that they could survive this when her luck ran out and she couldn't reset anymore.

"To the source," Rita answered.

"Which is what?"

She was saved from answering as she got struck and killed. Her last conscious thought was of Luke; his smile making her feel like everything was going to be alright.

Reset 188

Rita was sitting in the mess hall with her team, absently looking around and trying not to think about the slaughter that awaited them in the morning.

"You must be so tired of doing this," Travis said quietly as the other three were acting rowdy with each other and carrying on.

"You get used to it," she murmured back, watching a young man in the back talking with his team. She couldn't help but think about Brendan and if he had teammates to get support from. She didn't want to picture him alone and trying to survive without help.

"What do you think will happen after we win?" Travis asked now. "Will you always be able to reset the day?"

"No. Dr. Carter said the guy before me shot himself just after 42 hours, and he died for real."

"Well, shit. Seems kind of dumb to have to reset every 42 hours, though. It would be easier to move forward and then reset a day as needed."

"I didn't create the ability, Travis. I just do what I'm told."

"Got it."

"Hey, Rita," Harvey said now, leaning in closer to her. "Kamden is saying he picked up a woman by asking her if she was sweet like her mama. Is that a thing? Would you go for that?"

"I don't know," Rita answered, feeling slightly irritated. "I never knew my mother." She held Harvey's gaze, and he looked shocked. She knew she'd never revealed anything about her personal life to any of them before resetting; sometimes she liked to drop a bomb and see their reaction.

"Well, shit," Harvey said. "I didn't know that."

"I think you need a new pickup line, Kam," Travis said, looking back and forth between him and Rita.

"Excuse me," Rita said, getting up and leaving.

"Rita, I'm sorry!" Harvey called after her, but she just held up her hand and kept walking. That wasn't really what was bothering her in that moment. She was thinking more about how Brendan grew up without a father and how that was her doing. The guilt from that stayed with her all these years, but she hadn't known how to let Luke in without risking Simon discovering Brendan's existence.

"Hey," Travis said, finding her after a while. She was on her rock, legs pulled to her chest and arms draped over them. "They're a bunch of meatheads, yea?"

"It's fine," Rita replied, glancing at him.

"You really never knew your mother?"

"No."

"I'm sorry."

"I know you can relate," she said. "You never really knew your father."

"That's right."

Travis sat down next to her, and she didn't say anything else. He didn't either. He was good that way. He respected when she did and didn't want to talk. She'd just told him about her mother so many times that tonight, she wasn't up for it.

"You're thinking about Brendan, aren't you?" Travis asked after a while.

"Always."

"You never did tell me about his father."

Rita shifted, resisting a laugh. She'd told him enough times now. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

"Not tonight, Travis," she said. "Not tonight."

"Ah. It's something you've already told me then," he noted.

"Yea."

"Does he need to get beat up? Did he hurt you?" he asked. Rita did laugh out loud at this without being able to stop herself.

"Sorry," she said, still chuckling. "It's just...I'm sorry, but he'd win."

"What?" Travis asked, feigning outrage. "I don't think so."

"He was born and raised an assassin, Travis," Rita told him. "He'd have your ass handed to you in seconds. No offense."

"Shit," Travis said, guffawing a little. "Well then."

"I miss him," she whispered, revealing some of her vulnerability. "I sometimes think I made the wrong choice, that I made a big mistake or misunderstood what I'd heard, but there's no coming back from it."

"You can always come back from it," Travis insisted. "It's just what the other person is going to do with it that's the unknown."

Rita knew he was right, but she was still scared. If she ever saw Luke again, would he be angry at her? Would he understand? Would he deny what he'd said? She knew he had certainly moved on, so that was no issue. She wondered how angry he'd be to know he'd had a son all this time.

"Rita, promise me something," Travis said now, and she looked at him. "Promise me that when you see him again, you tell him everything."

As much as it made her feel a bit scared of Luke's reaction, she wanted to come clean, wanted this massively jumbled mess in her head to go away.

"I promise."

...

Harvey found her later, and she watched as he shuffled up to her with his hands in his pockets. She noticed right away that he looked apologetic, and she braced herself.

"Hey," he said, resting his arms on the table while she cleaned her rifle. Rita couldn't help but think about Luke teaching her how to clean, assemble, and disassemble guns. He'd been seamless at it.

"Hey," she said back.

"You know I was a git back there, right?" he asked.

"I know."

"Did she die?"

Rita gave him a look, and he appeared as though he was going to retract his question when she sighed and set down her rifle on the table.

"Yea," she answered. "Giving birth to me."

"That's rough." Harvey winced.

"I always wondered what she'd be like, you know? I spent hours staring at her photograph and imagining who she was, what her laugh sounded like, or what her mannerisms would be. My father missed her terribly." She always hated that it was a far away photograph, that she couldn't clearly see her mother's face and that it was the only photo her father had. He'd had a copy for himself, which he had kept on his desk in his office. It was almost as if her mother hated having her picture taken.

Harvey pursed his lips slightly, thinking. Rita watched him, sensing he was about to offer up something about himself. She didn't spend a lot of one-on-one time with him, so she didn't know a whole lot about him aside from what she'd learned about his daughter and father.

"My mum walked out on us," Harvey said quietly now. "I was ten, and it was just Pops and I until he died when I was fifteen. I don't know what would be worse: knowing your mother and losing her or never knowing her at all."

"They both equally suck," Rita commented. He scoffed.

"Yea."

"So, you were on your own then? After your dad died?"

"For the most part. My older sister took me to live with her and her husband, but we didn't get along much. I left when I was eighteen and just struck out on my own."

"I see."

"I met Bailey," Harvey said with a smile now. "She was incredible...rocked my world. I thought we were gonna grow old together, but that was not to be."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I got an amazing little girl out of it, and I wouldn't trade that for anything."

Rita gave him a small smile. She looked at him, seeing how tired he looked. She knew that he always did his best to be the funny, lighthearted one, but she knew that was a bit of a front sometimes.

"You doing okay?" she asked, and he pushed himself up from the table slowly.

"Yea," he answered. "As okay as I can be."

"What's the first thing you're gonna do when you get home?" she inquired. He lifted a brow at her, incredulous.

"What makes you think we're going home at all?"

"Humor me," she said. He made a "pfft" sound and shook his head, but he smiled.

"I'm gonna take Eliza to her favorite park and spend all day there with her."

"Sounds lovely."

"Yea," he agreed. "It is."

"Well, Harvey," Rita said, looking at him seriously. "I'll do my damnedest to make sure you get to do just that."

He gave her a funny look, but he nodded. She went back to her cleaning, and he wandered off to do whatever it was he did. Rita looked at his receding back before he disappeared, feeling sad inside at the idea of Harvey's daughter potentially learning she was never going to see her father again.

She desperately hoped Eliza would never have to receive that news.

Reset 190

"Where is he?" Luke asked angrily. "Where the hell is he?! How could you do this to me?!"

Rita's eyes flew open, and she took a moment to realize that Luke was not currently yelling at her for keeping Brendan a secret from him. She sometimes had this dream when she thought about it too much, which she had been doing the last couple of resets.

At least it wasn't a nightmare about Simon.

Rita had sought some counselling a few years ago to help deal with her nightmares, which thankfully didn't get into her past sexual abuse...she was very much done with discussing that with professionals. Of course, she'd had to lie a bit about why she was having the nightmares, but it did help a little to talk it out. She was so tired of looking over her shoulder and living in fear. If she was just braver, all of it could maybe have been avoided.

Or maybe they all would have been killed.

She didn't honestly know. Her head hurt from thinking it over too many times.

Anyone ever tell you how sexy you are?

She laced her boots up, letting herself think about Luke again. How many times had he disrupted her attempts to get dressed by pulling her back down to bed with him? How often had he told her how beautiful she was to him? She felt her eyes burn and worked hard to not cry. He'd cared about her since day one, and yes, they had arguments and some conflict at times, but she had never doubted that he would be there for her—until all their time apart...until that DVD. But...she'd missed him every day despite what happened. She still did.

"Are we any closer to finding the source?" Travis asked when they walked down the hallway together a moment later.

"Not really," she replied.

"Sometimes, I think about what will happen if we lose," he admitted, letting her into the armory first when they arrived. She walked ahead of him, trying not to entertain that thought. It was hard, though.

"Don't think about defeat," she ordered. "That's how they'll win."

"No, I think they'll win because they're bigger, meaner, and crazier than we are," Travis replied. "Oh, and they can reset the day to ensure they win."

"Not right now they can't," she corrected him, giving him a look. He just made a face and went to suit up. Rita looked up when Harvey, Kamden, and Pete arrived. Harvey and Kamden were in the midst of a joke while Pete stayed quiet, his eyes darting around a bit nervously. She wished she could take away his anxiety, but she knew that was impossible.

"Mornin', lads," Travis said, loading his rifle now. His melee was strapped to his back already.

"Unfortunately," Harvey replied, heaving a sigh. Kamden was gearing up quickly while Pete's fingers hesitated on his mech suit. Rita looked over at him, knowing he was having difficulty. She felt bad that he lived this every day, but at least he didn't remember he did.

"Hoo rah," Kamden said, ready to go. Harvey began to argue with him that he wasn't a marine, and Kamden argued back that it didn't matter. It was eye rolling worthy material, and Rita wished they would have a different bicker fest every day but knew that was impossible.

"You ever wonder what their last thoughts were?" Pete asked out of the blue, and Rita turned to face him. She normally didn't hang around in the armory once she was geared up, so this was new. Travis was already gone.

"Whose?" she inquired.

"The fallen," he answered softly. "I sometimes wonder what their last thought or thoughts were. Or images. Maybe they see something instead."

Rita considered all the different ones she'd had. Most of the time, it was a nonsensical sound her brain was thinking. Other times it was a "holy shit" or a mental scream. Then there were the times she thought about Brendan or Luke. Sometimes it was her father's or Luke's voice she heard last. Sometimes she saw his face or Brendan's. Sometimes her father's.

"I don't know," she said to Pete now.

"I guess we won't know until it happens," he reasoned, giving a grim smile. He picked up his rifle and slung it over his back. "Come on. I think we're late for war."

"It's gonna be alright, Pete," Rita said, unable to help herself. He paused to look at her, studying her face. He gave a nod after a moment to show he believed her.

She just had to believe it herself.

Reset 195

Rita sat and watched her team sparring with each other. Kamden was egging Pete on, who was taking swings and missing. Harvey was having a go with Travis, both of them laughing while smacking each other. She didn't usually engage, but sometimes she did. She liked watching them full of life and having fun.

"Bruuuutal," Kamden drawled as Pete hit the floor. Rita watched the Aussie rest on his back and catch his breath before hooking his foot around Kamden's leg and yanking back. Kamden went down with a loud "AAUUUGGHH!" and hit the floor hard. Then they were wrestling and rolling around trading blows with each other. Friendly blows, of course. Rita knew they were very capable of killing someone with their bare hands if they wanted to.

"Oye, ease up," Travis ordered now, catching sight of them. He signaled to Harvey he was done, and Harvey walked to get some water. Kamden had a slight bloody nose at this point, and he was panting hard. He and Pete separated and then shook hands.

"He got you good," Harvey noted, looking at Kamden and taking a swig of his water.

"This time," Kamden commented. Rita had seen many different versions of this fight. She wasn't sure what made it different each time when other things were the exact same. She couldn't be bothered to try and understand the mechanics of this ability.

"You shouldn't have picked on his momma," Harvey stated.

"It was all in jest."

"She'd kick your ass way worse than I ever would," Pete warned, but he was smirking a little. Kamden rolled his eyes and took the paper towel Travis was handing him to wipe the blood off.

"I'd totally pay to see that," Harvey said with a smirk. Kamden just shook his head and tossed the crumpled paper towel into the garbage. Rita felt her stomach go a bit queasy upon seeing the blood on it. She didn't know why, but she guessed it had something to do with seeing him covered in and choking on his own blood more often than not.

"You joining in?" Harvey asked Rita as he cracked his knuckles.

"Not today."

"Suit yourself." He shrugged. "Come on, Pete, let's have it."

Rita couldn't help but remember all the times she'd sparred with Luke. He'd gone easy on her in the beginning until she'd gotten her first hit into him. Then he'd upped his game, making her get faster and better. She remembered craving his touch and messing up on purpose just to have him maneuver her into the right positions and have his hands on her body.

"What're you thinking?" Travis asked, sitting down next to her.

"Just the past."

"Makes life seem simpler sometimes, doesn't it? Thinking about the trivial stuff we used to complain about."

"Definitely."

"You wanna go find your son?" he asked next after a moment. "I mean, why not? You've got the chance to reset the day and fight later."

"I'm going to," Rita answered, confirming. She hadn't been sure if she should for fear of what she'd find, but now...now she wanted to at least try. She didn't know if she would find him or get any answers, but at least she was doing something about it.

"Fly out tonight?"

"Yea," she answered. She was going to check out some other battlegrounds in the area to see if he was there. She did not know how she was going to feel if she found something she did not like.

...

Rita climbed up into the aircraft after Travis. He started it up easily enough, and she buckled herself in and looked out the window at the darkness. It was going to be dawn soon enough.

"You got any other family you wanna see before you die for good?" Travis asked, making her look at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, this might be your only chance to say goodbye, you know?"

"I don't really," she advised. She thought about Kenny and Lucy. As much as she wanted to see them again, she didn't know if she wanted to find out they were dead.

"Suit yourself," he said. They were up in the air and leveled off within a few minutes, and Rita got lost in her thoughts for a while. Travis had mentioned before to go find Luke, but where would she even begin to look for him anyway? She last knew he was in New Jersey, but he could be anywhere by now. And did she really want to go see him and find him with another woman? She clenched her jaw just thinking about it. That scene of him hugging that woman was stuck in her head, and she couldn't get it out.

"Coming up on a base," Travis said a while later, and Rita braced herself for landing. She rehearsed what she was going to say when someone asked her why she was there. She followed Travis out and began walking towards the barracks. It didn't take long before she ran into someone in charge.

"You're not from this base," the man said. His nametag identified him as Master Sergeant Holloway.

"New transfer," Rita lied easily. "I'm looking for someone, sir. Can you help me?"

"Who are you looking for?"

"Brendan Woods," she answered. She dug out a photograph. "This guy." She watched Holloway peer at the photograph for a moment, and her heart sank when he shook his head.

"No, haven't seen him. Sorry," Holloway said. "You're a transfer you said? From where?"

"Heathrow."

"I have to confirm that," Holloway advised, moving to go inside and search for a phone. Rita knew she had to move fast. She went into the barrack, calling out her son's name. She didn't entirely trust that Holloway was telling the truth.

She was met with cursing, groaning, muttering, and shouts from men and women as she walked past them all in their cots. Her heart was pounding a bit hard as she looked for Brendan's face. She could hear Travis calling out for him on the other side.

"Hey!" Holloway was shouting at her now. "Stop!"

Rita caught sight of a young man near the back, and she felt her heart stop. "Brendan? Brendan!"

A hand grabbed her upper arm and spun her around. She was face to face with Holloway now, and she knew she was going to be detained. She pulled out her pistol, and his eyes widened.

"Don't worry," she told him. "It's not for you." She shot herself quickly before he could stop her.

And it went black.

Reset 196

Rita was convinced Brendan was at that base. She took the aircraft by herself this time, sneaking in quietly and continuing her search. She went to the corner where she thought she'd seen her son, and she pulled back the blankets to find a different young man lying there and staring back up at her.

"Sorry," she said. "Thought you were someone else." She moved on before he could say anything, her eyes burning with tears from disappointment. She checked half of the barracks before she got caught.

Then she had to start over.

Reset 198

"So he's not at that base," Travis said after Rita told him. "He might be at a different one." She'd done another attempt in her last reset at that same base just to make sure and officially came to the conclusion that Brendan was not there. It made her feel scared for him all over again, but she had to keep her cool.

"I figured."

"You want company?"

"It's okay. I have to do this."

"Alright," Travis said easily. "I'm here if you need me."

"I appreciate it." Rita looked over at Harvey then, and she saw him looking at a photograph in his hand. She suddenly got an idea.

...

"Where are we going again?" Harvey asked, sounding suspicious. Rita was flicking switches to start the aircraft. She'd managed to convince Harvey to go with her somehow. She had told him it was a top secret mission, and he was game to help her out.

"Another base," she answered vaguely.

"For what again?"

"Just let me think," she ordered, getting them into the air now. Once they were going, she took some breaths and set course for her next destination. She turned her head to see Harvey studying her.

"We're gonna get in shit for this, aren't we?" he asked. "This isn't a sanctioned mission."

"No need to worry about it," she assured him. She didn't bother to explain about the resetting. She knew out of everyone on her team, Harvey would be the hardest one to convince this was real.

"I just like to know what I'm getting into," he insisted.

"I'm looking for my son, okay?" she said. "He's missing."

"Oh." He looked sorry now. "I didn't know."

"No one does."

"You think he's dead?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out," she replied.

"Why bring me?"

"I trust you," she answered, which she realized was true. He looked a bit surprised but also pleased to hear this. He gave a nod, and she was grateful that Harvey didn't ask any more questions. She had a surprise for him, and she couldn't wait to see his face when they arrived to their destination.

A few hours later, she put them down and shut the engine off. She saw Harvey looking a bit confused until he followed her out.

"Hang on," he said, recognizing where he was. "Is this...? Are we...? Rita!" Rita surged ahead to the small house while he faltered behind her. She knocked, and a woman answered. She looked afraid, and Rita was sure she was clutching a gun in her other hand behind the door.

"Hi," Rita said. "I'm looking for Eliza."

"Harvey?" the woman asked, seeing him and ignoring Rita. She moved past Rita, the gun hanging down by her leg now. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Bailey. I...I honestly don't know," Harvey replied, looking at Rita. "She brought me here."

"Daddy?" a voice asked, and they all turned to see Eliza staring at Harvey. "DADDY!"

Rita felt a small sting of jealousy as the little girl flung herself at her father and received a tight hug in return.

"Oh my God," he kept saying. Tears began to fall down his cheeks. "Oh my God. Eliza, my baby."

"Daddy," Eliza sobbed. "I missed you!"

"I missed you too, baby."

"Did you desert?" Bailey asked, making Harvey look up at her.

"No..." he started.

"We're being transferred, and I thought we could make a pit stop on our way by," Rita answered smoothly. Harvey flashed her a grateful look. She could tell he was still a bit confused, though, on top of his joy of seeing his daughter.

"Oh..."

"Can you stay?" Eliza asked.

"I can't, luv, but this meant so much to me," Harvey said, kissing the side of her head fondly. "I'm happy you're okay."

"Me too."

"I love you so much," he told her.

"I love you too."

"We have a couple hours," Rita said now, and Harvey looked at her uncertainly.

"We do?"

"Yea," she answered. "We do." She would have stretched it longer, but she didn't want Bailey to get suspicious and raise too many questions or call it in. Rita didn't get a very good vibe from the woman, if she was honest.

He gave her a grateful smile and took his daughter's hand in his to walk with her along the property. Rita saw the woman watching wistfully. Then she went back to the aircraft and waited.

When Harvey returned an hour later, he was smiling and crying.

"Thank you," he said to her. "I can't thank you enough."

"My pleasure," Rita said.

"I'm scared I'm never gonna see her again," Harvey confessed, making her look at him.

"I think you will," she replied, knowing he needed to hear that. He sniffed hard and gave a nod. Then she started the aircraft again to continue on to the other base. She had to at least try and find Brendan before she reset herself, but unfortunately, after searching, he was not at this base either.

She locked herself into a bathroom, gun in her hand, and sobbed.