*gets up*

“Thank you alot for……This interview.”

“Will It help…….The people?”

“Fuahhhhh.”

“I’am sure It will.”

*rustle rustle*

*hunches over*

“Seeing someone as young as you fighting will lift their spirits………But before I go, take this with you.”

The reaches for the front pocket of his suit and takes out a simple cardboard color card. On the front a radio frequency and the other the name of the crew. “Aftermath man”.

“Maybe we could make another interview again.”

“……Sure…..But were’nt you the “american watcher”.”

“Well……We are a brench of the organization. This just show how much important you are.”

*sparkiling eyes*

“Really?!!”

“Of course. Now If you excuse me.”

As quickly as they set up the equipment they had It taken down fast. The crew picked their beggage and headed for the door.

“Thank you for your kindness miss Severin.”

“Thank you for…….coming too…..but I have a little question.”

“Was is It, then?”

“Will this footage pass through some revision…..of the military right?”

“Of course. The boy is a VIP and a we-. I mean a special soldier for that matter.”

“……..Ok then.”

*closes door*

When the crew was gone Carol sat at table reflecting on what she had done.

*little steps*

“Mommy are all right?”

“………Sure thing, son…….Just a little tired.”

“Was It because of then?”

*sigh*

“Well a little…….In reality your father did’nt want you to be interviewed.”

“Why, they said that I was a V……I…….P.”

*picks up*

“I know, you’re special for mommy too.”

*kisses forehead*

“Heheheh. It tickles.”

“Owen, Let me tell you something important.”

She tries to speak but the words were’nt coming out. The boy stops and looks at his mother. Her baggy eyes and messed up hair of countless nights reading papers and dealing with patience. She was on the blink of a meltdown.

*head pat*

*plays with hair*

“Don’t worry mommy…..Even If you’re all messy I still see you as a princesses.

"(giggles) Thank you…..”

“Don’t worry you can take a break too, mommy.”

*hugs*

*hugs harder*

“……Owen, know that sometimes……..even If someone are friendly and nice…….doesn’t mean that they are a…..good person. Maybe they are…….cruel and……mean to others……you don’t know when they are gonna……snap…….so becareful out there……This world is far from thouse fairytales mommy red to you.”

“Don’t worry mommy…..Dad, Uncle Mike, Uncle Sam, Cris……me and Phyro will fight to save you and others from people like that. We will make this world a fairytale.”

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“I know……I know you wil-”

As Carol loses her last strenght to keep up with the conversation she saw her vesion going dark and darker. But as she was about to smash her head against the table Owen sit on the furniture letting her head gently rest on his lap.

With his small hands but enourmous strenght he guides her body to rest on the cusion. He gives her a last head pat and goes back to his bed.

*little shoving*

the sweet aroma of tea fills Carol's nostrels.

“(sleepy)hummm……what is It.”

“(sick) Carol….Where is Owen?”

*gets up*

She scams her surroundings, looking even at Owen’s bed. Jonh seemed calm, being heavily sedated by the side effects of the the pills he can’t even bring himself to anger or worry. Seeing how futile her actions were she stops for a bit to recount what had happen.

“Alright…..Interview……I hug him……and…..and……”

*sniff*

“(sick)Interview?”

“Yeah they came to see Owen……said you allow them to film Owen.”

*sniff*

“(sick)Don’t remember that.”

Carol immediatly gets dress and takes taking the raincoat with her. Jonh tried to follow her but she block the way out.

“Honey, you’re sick. Stay home for a little. I promissed to get Owen back for dinner. I might know where he is.”

“Fine but don’t take too long”

*sniff*

She closes the door and leaves the protection of hangar. The thin but constant rain splashs on her raincoat she tries to walk on the slippery ground filled with mud.

Carol walks for a while trying to find a soldier on duty but she finds almost none.

*pitter-platter pitter-platter*

“(Faint) Get thouse barrel out of the rain, right now!!!!!”

“(Faint) Yes sir!!!!!!!”

“Muller……Well If he is there Cris and Owen might be too.”

She follows the sound just to come across a half closed hangar with only a small gap for man to pass through. As she sees a soldier shove a barrel throught and enter afterward. Carol waits a little to enter and squeezes through It.

*chatter chatter*

*echoed click*

*covers eyes*

When she uncoovers her eyes She saw dozens of convoys being loaded with barrels.

“(muffled)Was this the last soldier?”

“Yes sir.”

“(muffled)Well then we I think we can start.”

*gently shoves aside*

“(muffled) Ohhhh If It isn’t miss Severin.”

*Squeeze* *soaks*

“Sorry for the invasion Sargent.”

*extands hands*

Carol shakes the hand of the sargent. But she notices a scar running through Muller arms.

“Are you ok, Muller? this scar is very deep.”

“Don’t worry about It……Just a little accident while loading up thouse barrels. But leaving that aside came here to see the kid right?”

“Of course…..I woke up and he wasn’t there.”

“Well for that matter he is in that room right there.”

“Thanks a lot Muller”

Carol runs towards the place. Until she came a cross the room the sargent pointed at. “Intel room don’t disturb”

*slams door*

Cris, Ben, Owen and Phyro looked in shock to see Carol bursting through the door.

“Carol, Why are you here.”

“Mommy!!!!!”

*hugs*

“Glad you two are ok. Why did went off without telling mommy.”

“Cris and Muller called me.”

Carol gives a little stare at Cris . He feels a little chill in his spine.

“But mommy looked what we are doing here.”

The boy showed a child-like sketch of a motar round.

“Wow. What is It for ?

“It’s shoots that red stuff that thouse yellow man were spraing around.”

“Hummm??”

“Well, miss in theory that red goo is what keeping thouse wendigos to enter here. Like sharks they fear their own blood.”

“Who are you? and how did you know that?”

*huff*

“Name’s Ben. Aswering your other question experience drove me to that conclusion.”

*radio static*

“I will get that one, hang on a bit.”

Cris goes to a large radio. He puts on a headset and tune in the radio.

*radio static*

“(radio) This is tenent Cris from Salem. The stock is ready. Is the weather good?”

“(radio) Copy that Tenent this the Norfolk coast guard. The wheather is about 60.6 in air huminity and a light breeze 39mph to the northeast.

“(radio) Copy that. Thank you coast guard.

*turns off*

“Boys….We are ready to take back Washington!!!!!!!"