After the hauting sight in the pilot’s cockpit Cook take Owen and Phyro back to his family.

*radio static*

“(radio) Be advise. We are 5 minutes away from the destination. Reapeat we are 5 minutes away from the destination.”

*step step step*

“What was that mister Cook?”

“Thouses flares means that we are winning.”

“How do you know that?”

“Remember that when we took Washington red flares were in the skies?”

“…….Yeah. thouses fireworks.”

“That means we are winning an pushing them back.”

*smiles*

“So we are saving people.”

“Of course and we will save much more when we get to Chicago.”

As they turned the corner of the equipment box they saw Owen’s family waking up alongside other soldiers too. Although Uncle Sam and Cris were still sleeping even with the radio blasting their ears.

“(sleepy) Haa…..What time is It?”

“(sleepy) Don’t you have a watch Jonh?”

*snore snore*

“(sleepy) Sweethearth? Sweethearth? Where are you?”

Owen goes running towards his mother. While Phyro hungry goes cling on to her for food He hugs her and is exicited to tell about what he had saw. She is taken by suprised by the two but still acts motherly towards both.

“Mommy, Mommy…..We are winning!!!! The flares!!!! They are going up!!!! Let’s see from that window.”

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*pulls arm*

“(sleepy) Huh?….Is that so? Wait where are we going?”

“(underbreath) Suzan….”

Cooks smiles at the scene as he goes to talk to the group.

“Fuck…..We slept 2 hours Jonh.”

“I know I know……..Where’s Owen?”

“Phyro is not here too.”

“Good morning Blazing Dragons!”

The loud voice made Cris and Sam to roughtly awake from their sleep.

“Ahhhhh!!!!…….”

*checks body*

*phew*

“It was just a dream.”

“Fucking hell……That’s not how wake up an old men…”

“Sorry for that boys. But we are five minutes away from Chicago.”

“Already???”

“theses planes are quick.”

“So, For this I would like you all to get ready for desembarking…..We will have to be quick……for logistical reasons.”

As Cook explained the steps for landing Owen, Phyro and Carol were looking through a window checking the bealtiful sky of the afternoon. Owen ,excited, can’t stop his body from moving as he wants to see the ground bellow.

*scrubs eyes*

“Sure is bealtiful sweethearth.”

“Wait till you see the ground, Mommy.”

“Sure-”

The plane decends a little more to review the landscape. The once grey mass that covered the banks of the great lakes was now a small dot in a sea of white being dotted by a few darker grey spots.

Owen eyes glimmer in happiness but his mother eyes stare blankly and emotioness at the scene. As they both pay attention towards the view Suzan carefully approuches the three.

*places hands on shoulder*

“Not a pretty view, huh?”

“Suzan…..I’am really sorry.”

“Why is not pretty, miss Suzan?”

She look at the confused face of Owen that. Her hearth drops but she maintains a firm and understanding posture. Suzan Caress Owen’s face.

“It’s a long story, little one.”

“Then tell me about.”

“Of course…….maybe later Owen.”

*(radio) 1 minute for landing. Reapeating 1 minute from landing.

*bump bump*

“(radio) We have toched ground. Welcome to Chicago.”

*lowering bridge*

The back of the plane opens. Outside lifting machines and It’s crew were waiting to retrive the supplies.

*machine noises*

*bip bip bip*

“Yeah right this way!!! Come on!!!!”

For the soldiers and Owen’s group they too came out from the back. Carefully dogging the machines and incoming cargo. As the last soldier left the plane was already put in coruse to another flight leaving them in the hands of Cook.

*strong wind*

“Ahhhhh…..Too……strong.”

“Fuaaaaah…..”

*buzzling*

“Come on boy!!!!! To that building over there!!!!”

“Aye, Captain!!!!”

Jonh catched phyro and Owen seeing them struggling to withstand the incoming winds.

*heave-ho*

“Come on boys.”

*step step step

Walking towards the destination Owen sees groups and groups of hundreds of soldiers going to the same building that they were going. The building in of Itself was just the remains of an airport.

*step step step*

“Rally on that area the other groups are heading. I need to talk with our PMCs.”

“Right away sir.”

*step step step*

Inside hundreds of military personel were doing their duties, mostly being logistical and inteligence related. There was no one standing there doing nothing crates and brigades were being thrown at every conner of the place. As the blazing dragons entered the facility Cook diverge them to another location.

“Can you follow me for a sec.”

“Ok……admiral.”

“Heh, just a supervisor for now on, Jonh.”

“Where are we going now, mister Cook?”

“Well since you are a different breed from the other soldiers I think we might keep you separate for now on. Was that the plane Suzan.”

They all turn their heads towards the researcher.

“Yes. An acommodation is ready for all you.”

“Why the different treatment this time, huh?”

“Well you might thank my position this time. And I need to exchange sheets with Carol and do a checkup on the boy.”

When they got closer to the main entrance

“With that settle. I think I go see my troops now. Goodspeed for all you people.”

*salute*

“You too admiral.”

*salute*

“Quit the military formalities, you are now a friend Cook.”

*salute*

“Glad to meet someone as you, admiral”

*salute*

Jonh gently let Owen and Phyro go from his arm.

*little salute*

“Thanks mister Cook!!!!!”

The admiral excuse himself and goes back to the main part of the building. While the group went into the streets of Chicago to find their acomodation. The blistering cold hitting their faces for most of the crew It was a nostalgic and sad feeling to once more step into Chicago.

*breath*

“How muc time has It beem, Mike?”

“12 years Jonh……time flies does’nt It.”

“

*shuffling paper*

“Hey, you guys. Help me I not good at looking at maps.”

*embaressed giggles*

“Sure thing Suzan. Let me take a look.”

*shuffling paper*

“hummmm…….I think I may know where this is. This way.”