The sound of aircraft engines filled the airstrip as the two vehicles drive closer and closer to their destination. The sky was filled with the metal frames of the flying aircraft. On the ground engineers and crew man alike filled them with bombs and fuel for another run.

“What are we doing here, Cook.”

“just as i said. I got a mission for the blazing dragons. You are going to the great lakes, mister Saverin.”

“Not even a little rest?”

“Sorry, but I can say you would be in good hands out there.”

“Why is that?”

“I’am coming with all you.”

“Better have 5-star hotel and and an all you can eat buffet waiting for us. After we starve trying to liberate washington and Richmont.”

*little giggle*

“Will keep that in mind for sure, Saverin.”

After Jonh was done talking Owen puts his head out to talk to the supervisor.

“Where are going, mister cook?”

“For now. To the airport.”

“No I’am talking after this.”

“Ahhhhh…..I see. We are going way up north. It’s a lot colder than here. So better prepare your winter clothing.”

Owen shivers a little and Phyro tries to copy his friend.

“Even colder than here.”

Carol and Jonh Look at each other and smiles at his son and pet interection.

*stops*

“Here is our stop.”

*opens door*

As the two groups step away from the vehicle a group of soldiers and sailman come to salute the supervisor.

“It’s a honor to have you here. Admiral Cook.”

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“I know…..I know but you guys are embarassing me….You can go back to your posts now”

“(together) Right away, sir.”

As Mike and Cris hearing this came to salute Cook too.

*salute*

“No need for that you two.”

“I respect thouse who are above me.”

“(smug)Then why did you disobey Muller, Mike?”

“Who said I was talking about rank?”

“Huh?”

“What about you tenent, you deserve me more praise than me.”

“Sure but……I think our stories have lot more in common than you think, Cook.”

*lowers hat*

“You think so?”

*pulls pants*

Cook looks down seeing Owen with a confused expression on his face and Phyro by his side.

“Why is Uncle Mike and Cris praising you mister Cook?”

“Nothing kid…..Just formalities of adults.”

*pats head*

“Well let’s get going our plane is waiting for us out there.”

“Right away, sir.”

Owen and his crew enter the airport being led by Cook. As they walk passed the hallways Owen could see the installations were all wore down by time but soldiers and volunteers were giving their all to restore It. The stench of fuel and gunpowder fills the air of the place. The greesy floor sticking the soles of their boot as they tramble over unknow liquids. But even so, they make their way into the airstrip.

In the distance a group of big airplanes were stationary and the smaller aircraft were being lift every single moment.

*strong wind*

*buzzing aircraft*

“Can you hear me?!?!?”

“Yes, Cook!!!!”

“Then we need to walk a little bit towards thouse cargo planes!!!!”

As they brave through the strong winds from the burners of the aircrafts. They see in the distance a men wearing a blue tie waiting from then at the location.

As they got closer and closer they could see who was waiting for them.

“Quite a breeze, isn’t admiral Cook?”

“Muller? What are doing here. Your job is done they are my juristiction now.”

“They have beem under my command for more than a month now. Let me give them a proper goodbye.”

“Fine. But please be quick.”

Muller walks pass Cook and goes to talk with Owen’s group. They all tense up as Muller got closer and closer. Phyro assume a fighting position keeping close attention to the movements of the sargent. Carol moves behind her son as she grabs him in her arms. Sam, Mike and Cris step forward to intercpt the men that went to talk to Jonh.

“We don’t no talk with you Muller.”

“Please step away sargent.”

“You think we will forgive, huh?”

Jonh puts his arm to the side preventing the situation to escalate any futher.

“Just a moment. Let’s hear what he want to say.

“Well, what can I say? Sorry for the incident back in boat, Jonh.”

“……What do you want?”

“Nothing just one last goodbye. For you, your wife, your son and your friends.”

“Well then, what happened to Ben and his boys?”

“Maybe thats something you need to ask to Cook. But be assure I know that they are fine.”

“Will you stop following us.”

“……….For the time being yes. I’am not your commander anymore. But maybe we will meet again.”

Muller glances at the impatient admiral waiting for them.

“I think you’re late so let me tell you one thing Jonh.”

“What is It?”

“Keep your family close more than ever because god gives the heaviest burden for thouse who can carry It.”

Jonh flicks the safety of his rifle to fire mode.

*teck*

“Was that a threat?”

Muller raises his hand to the height of his shoulder showing them to be empty for Jonh.

*teck*

“Of course not Jonh, Just a friendly reminder, Saverin.”

Muller glances at Owen.

“You too little one. Be strong and protec your family.”

“Come on Let’s go, boys.”

They all walk with a heavy face to the transport plane.

“Ready Saverin?”

“More than ever. Want to forget the face of that bastard.”

*lowers bridge*

*chatter chatter*

They all enter inside the spacious enclosure of the metal frame of the plane. Inside various vehicles and soldiers were waiting for the departure. Mesmorised Owen wants to explore every inch of the place. His mother hold him for him not to be a nuisance to anyone. Sam, Mike and Cris all seat comfortabily in the rough seats of the aircraft as they all sigh in relief. But Jonh and Phyro still kept their attention on Muller. The sargent on the other hand smiles at them as the bridge lifts up.

*tap on shoulder*

“Saverin?”

“Yes, Cook?”

“Ready for the mission.”

“Well, not going to lie, everything I want to do now is just to have a peaceful day with my family.”

“Sorry but thats out of bound, Saverin.”

*smugs*

“Expect that.”

“Well, but rest up a bit in here take a sit soldier.”

*tap on shoulder*

As Jonh sits down with Phyro in his lap. He glaces over and sees his son playing with his uncles, mother and Cris. He smiles but he remeber something important to ask the admiral before he goes to his seat.

“Cook, Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course. What is It?”

“Where are going?”

“Illinois…….Chicago.”