CHAPTER 70
THIRD TIME
Dianna leaned on the door frame and watched Jason walk away, all hunched and completely exhausted. She suddenly realized something.
"I can't lose him" Dianna mumbled to herself as a lump in her throat grew.
She always knew she didn't want to lose Jason, but to watch him so exhausted, covered in gunpowder and dust, and still worried about her safety, made her realize that he couldn't die. Not now. Not while she was alive, at least. Her life would be black and white, more dull than it was before she met him.
Because now that she knew what it was like to have Jason, she couldn't go back. She would know what she was missing.
She sighed, happy and sad with that finding, and when she turned to get inside she saw with the corner of her eye a male soldier walking close to the wall, inside the women's area, checking the perimeter. The wall crumbled close to the women's quarters, and since her cabin was one of the last ones, it was really close to that wall. But she knew that the wall was guarded and there were many soldiers with rifles and jeeps, all pointing outside. This area was the safest one to be in Camp Larkin right now. The soldiers didn't even move.
"All good? Any signs it will crumble more?" Dianna loudly asked the guy, friendly. The guy walked hunched, looking exhausted, and he still was doing his job. He even had a blood stain close to his neck area, not much, probably he hurt his head during the invasion.
"Yes. Just checking" The soldier gave her a thumbs up, still focusing on the wall and walking faster, and then he shivered, it really was a chilly morning. Then he raised the collar of his uniform to protect his neck and covered his face from the cold.
Dianna nodded at him and suddenly blinked. The guy nodded back at her, and she saw that the collar of his uniform, which now was up and unfolded, was completely covered with blood. She instantly knew what happened, and suspected who this guys was.
She froze at first, not sure what to do, and glanced at where Jason was walking, but he wasn't at sight anymore, and she was alone there. The guy was trying to escape, and was heading to the crumbled part of the wall. Dianna had her handgun, that she got after the invasion, still on her back, and after some hesitation she tried to act casual and follow the guy, not too close, because he was probably armed by now, even though he killed his first victim, which was the previous owner of that uniform, cutting his throat with a knife.
Dianna kept her distance but suddenly the guy turned and started to walk back, probably he thought that another spot where he passed was more discreet to escape. Problem is, Dianna was walking right next to the wall, in a spot where the wall crumbled. She stopped immediately when the guy turned, because he saw her. She glanced around her, but she was still alone, no one to help her, so she pretended that she was looking down at the debris from the wall, and looking outside. She saw with the corner of her eye that the man stopped and disguised what he was doing, and turned to look at inside the Camp.
Dianna knew she didn't have much choice, because the guy noticed she was suspicious of him, and since she thought she could shoot at him and hit him from that distance, she took her gun from her back and aimed at the guy. He suddenly stopped moving close to the wall, with his mouth and neck still covered, and Dianna hesitated, still pointing at him from a distance. Suddenly she glanced a little at his side and saw there was a big piece of metal propped onto another cabin, previously used as a wall or roofing for one of the crumbled cabins, and she could see him very well on the reflection. Which meant that he could also see her very well on the reflection. With a gun pointed at him. And when Dianna realized that, it was too late. She heard a muffled sound and a pressure on her chest. She glanced at the soldier and saw that he shot her holding the gun with a silencer under his armpit, so she didn't even see him aiming at her. Very military of him.
She released the gun she was holding with both hands, because the pressure was too hard and she didn't have the strength to hold it all of a sudden, then looked down and blood was pouring out from her left shoulder, close to the chest area. She looked up again and the terrorist that she interrogated the day before was walking to her, but she suddenly felt weak and fell to the floor, feeling her blood pressure drop. A couple of seconds later and it all went black.
"Miss? Miss? Hey, this one is injured, but I don't think it's from the wall. I think she was shot" a soldier, different than the previous one that Dianna now knew was a terrorist, was shaking her and pressed his hands on her wound, and Dianna whined with the sharp pain. She opened her eyes again, dizzy, and looked at the soldier.
"You sure you saw her close to the wall, man? Maybe she walked to here" the soldier asked someone else, close to them.
"I found her here, a second before you saw me, checking on her. I thought she was dead, man" some other man answered, and Dianna recognized his voice, even though he spoke in another language when she interrogated him. "I have to go help the ones guarding the wall" he said, almost with no accent at all, walking away. He could pass by an American who was raised in England.
Dianna turned her head and saw that he was the terrorist, he obviously was checking if she was dead, when the other American soldier saw him. And now that he saw that she has her eyes open, he's running away.
"Him. Hey" Dianna mumbled, but she couldn't even raise her right arm to point at the terrorist, and the American didn't understand her, he just frowned. The terrorist now was very far already, walking away to his freedom. Leaving Dianna and the American soldier there.
"Pete went to call the paramedics for you, ok? They'll be here in a sec. Phones aren't working" the American soldier told Dianna, and she was too weak and nodded, closing her eyes again. She already had low blood pressure, so she was very weak by now. "Hang in there, ma'am" the soldier asked her, anxious, while Dianna could barely keep her eyes open.
"Ma'am, can you hear us?" the paramedic called Dianna, who ended up fainting again, and she saw a blood bag close to her. She looked at him again and nodded, feeling very exhausted. "You were shot but the bullet went through and through, ok? No major organs were hit, it was on your left shoulder, but we'll need to stitch you up and give you some blood, because you lost quite a bit. Are you feeling weak yet?" he asked, talking to her with his face very close to her.
"A little, yes" she explained, but feeling better by the second. "Will I need surgery?" she asked, alarmed. She never had surgery before. She looked at her wound, covered in bandages and firmly closed by some sort of tourniquet.
"We'll check you now when we close you to confirm, to make sure the bullet didn't hit any major veins or arteries and passed right through you, which seems to be what happened".
"Thanks. I need to run an alert" she tried to talk as quickly as possible. Which was slowly.
"Sure, but you should wait here so we close you first, ok?" he touched her shoulder to calm down.
"No, this is important" Dianna loudly said, or at least as loud as she could, which wasn't much. The paramedic frowned, and another one came closer, with the stitching kit. "A terrorist shot me, one of the ones we thought that had escaped" she explained, stern. "He escaped through the crumbled wall, he was wearing a camouflage uniform, it had blood on the collar" she continued, and the paramedics now were alarmed.
"Kathy" one of them called, but a nurse was already coming closer. "Call an Officer, Seal, whatever, on the comm. A terrorist escaped through the crumbled wall just minutes ago, on foot, wearing a camouflage uniform, with blood on his collar" the paramedic quickly said, and Kathy nodded, with wide eyes.
"He had black hair and beard, but there's his photo from the interrogation yesterday" Dianna explained, she couldn't even remember the guy's name, it was fake, of course.
"Ok. I will. Is she ok?" Kathy said, walking to the side of the corridor, where there was a radio.
"Yeah, she lost blood but will just need stitches on her wound. The bullet hit her shoulder" the paramedic told Kathy, and she nodded, already with the radio in her hand.
Jason was walking around agitated, the nurse had gone to check on Dianna almost two minutes earlier. He saw a commotion going on again, and the nurse kept walking from the room, in and out of it, and he had just seen her talk about something on the radio. He was afraid she was asking for transport for Dianna, because she needed surgery or was in bad shape.
"Nurse" he loudly called, he couldn't wait anymore. She was inside the last room, so she didn't hear him. He walked a few steps inside, trying to not touch any of the curtains. "Nurse? Ma'am" he loudly called again, and finally the nurse appear in the corridor and walked to him gesturing for him to walk backwards. He was almost touching the curtains around him.
"I just wanna know how she is" he pleaded, already walking backwards, but he was also a little harsh. She knew he was distressed, yet she didn't go back to tell him anything.
The nurse waited until Jason was all the way back to the 'waiting area', and then she walked to him.
"She's fine" she finally said, smirking.
"Dear Jesus" Jason felt a wave of relief washing all over him, and could finally breathe normally again. "Why the hell did you take so long to tell me?" he harshly asked.
"Because we were dealing with bigger issues" she harshly told him, and his eyes widened again, concerned. "No, nothing with her. She was shot in her shoulder, close to her chest, but the bullet went through, so they're stitching her now. And they are giving her a bag of blood, because she lost too much blood" she explained, as calmly as she could, even though he was harsh with her.
Jason listened to it all, nodding.
"Well, is she awake? Can I see her? I promise not to touch anything" he asked, now a lot more humble.
Kathy sighed. "No, sorry. You may transport all that dust to the other patients. But she will probably be able to leave this place in an hour, if she's not so weak. Maybe less".
Jason glanced sideways, anxious. "What if I take a quick shower, and come back with clean clothes? The cabin is like a minute away" he quickly said.
Kathy stared at him, pouting, then she finally nodded.
"Ok, great, I'm going then. Can you please tell her that Jason is here and will come back in a few minutes?" he asked, already walking to the door.
Kathy nodded, amused. "Yeah, I'll tell her. Go on" she barely said, and Jason ran out of the cabin.
She shook her head, smiling, and glanced at the soldier sitting on the chair with a bandage around his head. He was a bit dizzy to walk around yet.
"Dude's in love" the soldier explained, as if she didn't notice.
Dianna was now sitting on the bed, anxious to get out of there. But even though she was already stitched, the blood bag still wasn't finished, and to be honest, she was feeling just a little weak yet. Her blood pressure wasn't normal, as the paramedic concluded. She was also anxious to talk to Jason.
"Dianna" he suddenly appeared in her 'room', which was just the area surrounding her bed with curtains. Dianna immediately smiled, relieved, even though she didn't see him too long ago. But she was really shaken by what happened. Jason got cleaned up really fast, and his green t-shirt was wet in some places. He barely dried himself.
"Hi. Jason" she affectionately told him, and he hunched to give her a quick kiss.
"What the hell happened? I was so worried" he said, a little angry too.
"The terrorist, Jason. He walked by my cabin, wearing a uniform. He was trying to find the best spot to pass through the crumbled wall" she quickly explained, anxious, and Jason's eyes widened.
"And why didn't you call anyone?" he almost yelled at her.
"We were alone, he was about to escape, and I followed him from a distance, even had my gun pointed at him. But he saw my reflection and shot me with his gun hidden. And then escaped" she tried to explain, but she definitely regretted playing soldier by now.
Jason walked in the small space, agitated and grazing his beard with his hand.
"We need to alert the Commanders" he said, anxious.
"I already did. The nurse called them on the radio. You should go with them, gather the guys".
Jason looked at her blood bag, hesitant. Dianna had a big bandage on her left shoulder, dangerously close to the chest area. She was wearing only her nude gym top, they cut out her white top when she arrived.
"It's not my first time with an injured left shoulder, Jason" she tried to make a joke, but he didn't laugh. "I'm just a little weak yet, so maybe call one of the girls from the CIA to pick me up here in about an hour. You should go to the Command Center and see if they could locate the guy" she suggested, now serious.
Jason hesitated again, knowing she was right. He nodded, with his hands on his hips.
"Are you sure you're ok? And that there can't be any complications? And don't lie to me" he asked, a little annoyed. He was still angry that she tried to take down, alone, one of the leaders of a terrorist cell that invaded Camp Larkin to rescue him.
"Yeah, it's just that I have low blood pressure, so I'll wait until I finish this bag. I'm ok, there's nothing for you to do here. Get that ass hole" Dianna said, vindictive.
Jason sighed, nodding. He was feeling very vindictive too.
"I will. Hope they find him" he mumbled, and hunched to kiss her again, but this time he lingered for a few seconds, kissing her softly with his eyes open, and Dianna caressed his cheek
"Be careful. Love you" she quietly told him.
"I will. Please don't go after any more tangos" he pleaded, serious, but Dianna smirked. "I'll come back here or to your cabin when I know something, ok? Love you" he said, walking out, and Dianna nodded.
Jason walked fast through the corridor, thirsty for blood.
"Dianna. What are you doing here?" Davis quickly approached Dianna as soon as she walked into the Command Center. All the guys and Blackburn turned to look at her. "You should be resting. Lilly, didn't I tell you to take her to her cabin?" Davis turned to the poor intern, who was shrugging.
"No, she took me Davis. I got bored" Dianna quickly explained, gesturing. "Where's Jason?" she asked, looking around. Dianna was wearing a sling, simpler than the one she wore when she dislocated her shoulder.
"Outside, he's close to the firepit. Thinking" Ray explained, standing up. Dianna frowned.
"Why? Did you find out who the guy is?" Dianna asked, confused.
"Yes, just now. He's the son of the terrorist that Jason killed almost ten years ago. Al Hazred" Davis explained.
"The shot that made Captain America famous" Ray explained, with his eyebrows raised.
"Ok, that's weird" Dianna said, with the same face that the others had. "How did Jason take it?"
"Well. Too well. He's pretending it doesn't affect him" Ray said, coming closer to Dianna. "Maybe you should let him stay alone for a while".
Dianna nodded.
"Yeah. Maybe. But I'll check on him just in case" she said, anxious. "Did you guys manage to locate the son of a bitch?" she formally asked.
"He escaped through the guards and probably had a pick up close by. But we think we know someone from his network" Davis nodded, determined.
"Ok. I'll talk to Jason then, please tell me if you have any news" she asked, and they nodded.
Dianna quickly found Jason next to a firepit, lazily moving the charcoal with a stick. Cerby was laid on a chair, next to him.
"Hi" she said, walking closer to Jason, with a slight smirk.
"Hey. I was just going to check on you" Jason said, sitting erect. Dianna sat on the other chair next to him. "What are you doing here? You should be resting".
"I laid down for a couple of hours, then I was bored. The guys told me who the terrorist is" Dianna affectionately said.
Jason pouted, glancing sideways.
"Yeah. That entire family is criminal, huh" he casually said, leaning his back on the chair.
Dianna looked at him for a couple of seconds.
"It's not because Junior is a terrorist that what you did back then didn't change anything. He was a major terrorist back then, from what I know, Jason. I studied about Al Hazred, Bin Laden, Saddam".
Jason continued to look at the firepit, quiet.
"The drawdown. Us working with Taleban. This guy funding a major terrorist organization. I don't know, it all just reminds me that the war is never going to end and everything I've been doing so far led to nowhere" he said, and finally looked at her, with a hurt expression.
"Like I said. It mattered, Jason. For sure. But you're right, it's never going to end. Maybe the enemies will change, but nothing other than that" she said, leaning back on her chair too. "Crime never ends too, so I just made peace with it".
"I just… gave up so much to be in Bravo" Jason explained, stern.
Suddenly a bang noise was heard close to them, and Dianna jumped with the scare. Jason frowned and looked, it was just a heavy metal box that was dropped inside a cabin.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Yeah. I'm just a little jumpy" she explained, not trying to admit to him that she didn't sleep for a second, afraid that the terrorist would come back and finish his job. She knew he was far away by now, but she couldn't help it, her fear was irrational.
They looked at their side, the boys and Davis were coming out of the Command Center, chatting.
"Hey. We're waiting for more intel from the CIA" Davis walked to them with Ray. "You're free to rest, Jace. You too, Dianna, of course" she said.
"Yeah. Nothing for us to do now. Just wait. Let's get some rest in the meantime" Ray said, walking backwards to his cabin.
"Hey. Where do I need to go to request one of those cabins for couples?" Jason stood up, quietly talking to Davis. She smirked at him.
"Well, don't know if you'll still get one, considering that a couple of cabins were damaged when the wall came down. But you can request directly to the Captain responsible for Camp Larkin, his office is next to the cafeteria" she explained, amused.
"I'll go with you. I want to see how the Camp is after the invasion. I'm curious" Dianna stood up, and Cerby stood up too and walked to Brock, who called him.
"Alright. Let's go then" Jason waited, and they walked to talk to the Captain. "It's even better if you come with me, because there's no way he'll let you sleep alone. I mean, you need some assistance, and you just got shot by a terrorist" he realized, already scheming.
"I can say I can't move my left hand and arm, if it helps our case" Dianna chuckled, scheming too.
"That's my girl" he chuckled, gently caressing her back. "But can you? Move your arm. Probably not yet, right?"
"No, but only for a couple of days. Mostly because it hurts a bit inside, and on the skin that was stitched. And you know how I feel about stitches, right?" she reminded him, shivering a bit with the image.
"Yeah, I do. Just glad he just got your shoulder" Jason murmured, glancing sideways.
They quietly walked to the Captain's office.
"Oh, wow. This is nice. I'm CIA, why the hell didn't they give me one of these when I arrived?" Dianna complained as soon as she and Jason walked inside the cabin, which was double the size of hers. And three or four times the size of Jason's.
"Because you're not an agent. Or maybe because you arrived after the other agents deployed here with us" he reminded her, amused. He was so glad he could get out of his minuscule cabin. And Ray was happy too, because he now could have an extra bed to just use as a 'sofa' and to put his stuff on. Besides, Ray snored.
"Ok. I'm quite tired. You must be a lot more than me, right?" she said, and he raised his eyebrows, with a sleepy face. "Can I just ask you to help me shower real quick? The nurses just gave me a 'quick clean' with a sponge and wet cloth" she chuckled, with a pleading smile. "I still have dust in my hair".
Jason walked to her with lazy and naughty eyes, smiling.
"Hell yeah I'll bathe you. Come on" he immediately took her hand, walking to the bathroom, which was another plus. Jason had to use the collective bathrooms, the Seals didn't have bathrooms inside their cabins.
"Ok but watch the bandage, I can't get it wet" she reminded him, while he was already opening the shower.
Jason gently took off her clothes, and his too, under the argument that he would get all wet anyways, which was actually true in a way.
"There's still conditioner, Jason" Dianna let him know, touching her hair with her right hand, because he was already closing the shower. She had her head fallen back under the shower head.
"What? Still?" he couldn't believe how tiresome it was to wash a woman's mane, and Dianna had a long hair. He just found out that women only shampooed their scalps, too. "But I put so much water in it. Moved it. Rinsed it" he opened the shower again and entwined his fingers on her locks, to see if it washed out faster.
"Yep. Now do you understand why I take so long when I wash my hair?" Dianna teased.
"Yeah, ok. But I don't mind. I'm just amazed" he explained, chuckling.
Dianna's hair was finally free from the conditioner, and she dried her body, even though Jason quickly offered.
"I brought one of your t-shirts to sleep" she shyly said when Jason went to her bag to get her sleepwear. He looked up at her, smiling. It was a simple black one.
"I have a better one for you to wear, the fabric is softer" he said, getting one of his t-shirts from his bag, a gray one, and helped her wear it.
"It's not one of those that barely covers my butt, right?" she chuckled, and looked down. It covered her butt and a little more, so it was ok.
"See? All good" he said, smug, but he wasn't sure if it would cover her butt when he offered.
"Ok, then. I'll lay down for now" Dianna said, walking to the bed, and Jason finished drying his own body. He had a towel wrapped around his hips, because in the end he took another shower. He put on his boxers and a t-shirt, and laid next to Dianna.
"It hurts a little less like this, I think" she said, laying on her side, because she had the exit wound on her back, even though it was smaller than the entry wound. Jason laid behind her, not touching her shoulder, but Dianna slid a bit to get closer to him. He gently moved one hand to her stomach, entangling his legs with hers.
"Jason?" she called, after a minute of silence, but he was still awake and hummed. "I may have a nightmare, just to let you know. But it's normal, in a situation like this" she said, very rational, and Jason felt his heart breaking.
"That's ok. Just try to relax, I'm here with you, and he's not coming back. Ever" Jason affectionately said in her ear, with a husky voice, and it calmed her down a little.
"I know. But it's irrational. So, please don't be scared if it happens, ok? It's my brain trying to cope with the, huh, trauma" she said, pressing her fingers on his forearms over her stomach.
"Ok. Just try to sleep, Dianna. It's ok" he quietly told her, with his face close to her wet hair.
And before he closed his eyes, Jason saw his name written on the back of the t-shirt.
Dianna woke up with some soldiers loudly talking to each other outside. They weren't yelling, but she immediately woke up, a little jumpy. She instantly looked down and Jason's hand wasn't on her stomach anymore, so she quickly turned to see behind her and ended up forcing her shoulder a little too much. But Jason was still there, laying on his back, with one of his arms open and the other bent over his stomach, legs stretched, and mouth slightly open. He was, as usual, occupying a lot of space. Dianna was almost on the edge of her side of the bed.
Dianna couldn't lay on her other side, so she laid on her back and turned her face to watch Jason sleeping. He didn't even flinch with the noise outside, and the room wasn't even dark, the blackout curtains weren't very good in Camp Larkin. She looked at her phone and it was the middle of the afternoon now, almost 4PM. They stayed up all night until dawn, and then Dianna had her 'encounter' with Al Hazred Junior, and after that Jason went to Command Center. Then they got their cabin with the Captain, ate, and finally went to the cabin, showered and fell asleep. So, they slept for about four hours, and if Jason wasn't buzzed, he should sleep for a lot more than eight hours total, given the fact that he did many physical tasks.
She checked her messages, because if the doctors had any news about Nick they'd message her or Davis, but so far, all she knew was that he survived surgery, was transferred to a hospital, then he was recovering, but not out of the woods just yet. The doctors told her and Davis that Nick would have to stay in the ICU for a day or two for sure, for then to be reevaluated.
Dianna was still tired, exhausted actually, but she was also agitated, and couldn't fall back to sleep, so she went to the bathroom, came back, and sat on the desk, trying to come up with some questions that the CIA interrogators could ask Jessica.
"Hey. Can't sleep?" Jason tenderly asked Dianna, and she turned slowly, to her right side, to look at Jason, behind her. He was still laying on the same position, looking at her with sleepy eyes and some concern.
"I slept, for about four hours. I woke up with the chatter outside" she explained, slightly smiling, and Jason smirked back at her. "Don't remember of any nightmares, fortunately".
"Didn't notice anything either" Jason said, massaging his eyes with his hands.
"You slept less than six hours, Jason" she got up from the chair and walked to the bed, sitting on the edge, on his side of the bed. "I'm still tired too, I should try to sleep a couple more hours at least. Maybe the CIA will have some intel soon and we'll be buzzed" she reminded him.
Jason laid on his side and slid back on the bed, giving Dianna some space to lay in front of him, facing him this time. She smirked and did just that.
"What were you doing there?" he asked, curious, when he saw a bunch of papers on the desk.
She shrugged. "Just a few ideas of questions to ask Jessica during her interrogation. I'll hand it to the interrogators when they arrive" she explained, getting cozy with her face close to his chest. She kept quiet for a few moments, pensive. "How do you do this, Jason? Every time you know you'll have guns pointed at you, grenades thrown at you. How aren't you paralyzed with fear?" she asked, truly amazed, grazing a finger on his forehead and chin.
Jason gave her a crooked smile, caressing her thigh.
"Who says that I'm not scared?" he said, and she blinked.
"How do you do it, then?"
"I remember that I have no choice. There's no choice in duty" he explained, now lazily caressing her cheek and hair.
Dianna swallowed.
"I did many things in my life thinking that I didn't have a choice. It worked" she remembered, and he nodded. "But the truth is, I always had a choice, I just thought that the alternative had worse consequences. Like losing my job for instance" she said, and he nodded, serious.
"In my case, I would be committing desertion. So, quite a fearsome consequence" Jason softly chuckled.
Dianna smiled, but it soon faded.
"I mean, if you decided before an op, not during it. You could chose, right now, to finish your enlistment not as a team leader" she reminded him. "I also would commit the same crime if I refuse to interrogate someone or follow CIA's direct orders, but I can request a transference anytime".
Jason's smile faded too.
"I won't give up being Bravo One" he said, serious.
"I'm not asking that" Dianna quickly said, smiling, and Jason relaxed. "I mean, you do have a choice, in a way, but you choose to put your life at risk anyways. So, I still don't understand how you can do it" she explained, and Jason frowned.
"Are you thinking about transferring from DEVGRU?" he asked, sad but relieved at the same time.
Dianna sighed, caressing his chest.
"I'm not thinking anything right now. I know I should just let it pass. But it's just that I was wounded three times, Jason" she had a shaky voice, and Jason had a concerned expression, remembering those times. "In Yemen, Venezuela, and here. I don't know if this isn't the universe telling me something… even though I don't think I believe these things" she swallowed, looking into his eyes.
"You do know that I would be extremely relieved if you didn't put yourself in danger anymore" he admitted, slightly smiling, and Dianna nodded. She knew. "But I'd never ask you that either. It's your choice. I still love operating and being Bravo One. I guess you need to figure out if you love to work in DEVGRU" he tried his best to sound neutral, but it was killing him.
"I do. I mean, I love to interrogate, and in DEVGRU I get to interrogate terrorists. So…" Dianna looked away, not sure what to think. Jason kept quiet, pressing her waist. "Like I said, I shouldn't think about that right now".
He nodded, agreeing.
"You know, since you were wounded, you can request to go back home. It's your right" he suggested, hoping she accepted. He'd miss her, but at least she'd be safe in VA Beach.
Dianna kept quiet, pensive.
"No. I mean, I'm already here, and the Camp was already invaded and I was shot, I'm pretty sure that it's all up hill from now, right?" she softly chuckled, and he tried to smile. "And now I'm very motivated to help you guys find Junior and dismantle his network. That son of a bitch".
Jason smiled with her swearing.
"Yeah. You're right. A lightning doesn't strike the same spot twice, right?" he joked, but Dianna pouted.
"Actually, evidence suggest-"
"It doesn't" Jason loudly assured her, and Dianna softly chuckled, messing his hair.
He closed his eyes, loving the sensation of Dianna's fingers delicately disheveling his hair. He felt shivers but relaxed at the same time.
"I was panicking" Jason suddenly blurted, and opened his eyes. She frowned, confused. "When the soldier told me you were shot. Those minutes when I didn't know anything about your state felt like forever" he explained, and she swallowed.
"I'm sorry" she said, serious. "I'll definitely never try to do anything like that again. Next time I'll lock myself inside the cabin" she smirked, and he smirked at her.
"I hope so" he raised his eyebrows.
"But it would be really nice if I got to shoot and kill him, right? I mean, you killed Senior, I would have killed Junior. An unbeatable couple" Dianna smiled, excited.
Jason swallowed, still smirking.
"Yeah. It would be interesting, for sure".
Dianna gently kissed Jason's lips, feeling more relaxed now, and in a few minutes she fell asleep, with her face on Jason's chest.
But this time Jason was the one who was having trouble sleeping.
He reminded of everything that he lost, all the memories that he never got to have with his family, when he killed Al Hazred and then decided to prioritize Bravo.
Dianna was right: Jason did have a choice. Maybe this time the consequences of not going were not so terrible, after all. Jason had some things to figure out, for sure.
Preferably before it wasn't too late.
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