The fog was engulfing the bay as the sun was going down on the sky. Owen and The group were still carving up the ice in front of them. Slowly and silently the ship stalks them.
*crack crack*
“Fuck are there yet?!?!!?”
“No…..Not even half way there.”
From the other side of the shore small flash lights shine and blink in a certain patern. Quickly the Ben does the same.
“What are doing, Ben?”
“My boys already see us, Jonh.”
“Are they going to help?”
“Don’t think so.”
“Goddamit.”
*crack crack*
“Jonh can you take my place my hands are stiff.”
“Right away Mike.”
*tec*
An almost blinding spot light shine on the two rafts Owen’s and Ben’s group were. The group shambles to get hold of their weapons and point them at the threat. A fleet of ships emerge from the fog encircleling them.
“(megaphone) Beem quite a while has’nt It, Saverin?”
Stunned hearing the familiar voice Jonh struggles to formulate a response.
“What do you want muller?!?!?!!”
“(megaphone) First lay down your weapons we are here to talk.”
“Huh….Don’t think you have the upper hand here fed!!!!!! My boys have their sights on your head.”
“(megaphone) What a shame mountaineer I thought we could have beem friends.”
*snap fingers*
A ship points his flesh light toward the shore of the bay. As the flash iluminates It Ben could see his man in cuffs and restrained by marines. Ben could only watch holding back his anger with a icching his figer on the trigger of his rifle.
*tsk*
“Let them go!!!!! This is a free a country goddamit!!!!!”
“(megaphone) Hold your horses mountaineer. I will release them but only If the boy return to us.”
“Fuck.”
“(megaphone) Time is ticking Jonh what’s your answer?”
“What now Jonh?”
“I don’t know Cris. Do you think we can run?”
Cris looks around looking up against the blinding light trying to spot the rifle man behind them.
“Can you take the shot, Mike?”
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“Now you asking much from this vet here.”
“No do them?”
“Never said this boy.”
The stand firm against the overhelming odds. Standing guard forming a semi circle to protect Carol, Owen and Phyro.
“(megaphone) What about you tenent What side are on?”
“…….I will stand in the side of my comrades, sargent!”
*raises rifle*
“(megaphone) So It’s treason them Tenent. Please soldiers and marines take a look at the heroe of Dallas.”
The stand off continues as noon quickly raises. Their breath turning into fog. Their arms tired of breaking ice all day almost collapsing from the burden of their rifles. Carol clings to her son.
*struggles*
“Shhhhh let daddy solve this Owen.”
“No mommy I know what to do.”
Even with her strong grasp the boy slips from her arms. She tries to stop him but is unable to do It. He nudges through the blockade of his fathers. Squishing through their legs he stands in front of Muller’s ship.
“Owen get back in there!!!!”
“No…..let’s talk sargent Muller!!!!!!
With all his strengh Owen scream towards the wall of steel.
“(megaphone) Very well. Let’s talk little hero.”
The boy expression was one of seriousness and determination. The fate of his friends and his family now lies in his shoulders. Even scared he stood firm against Muller.
“Release Ben’s friends!!!!”
“(megaphone) Owen this is a deal not a request. But I asure you that If you come back with us I will pardon everybody here.”
“Why would you do that?…….You’re not a person…..”
Suprised by the little boy’s answer Muller adjust his blue tie and prepares a response.
"You send mommy and daddy and Cris to fight even though they were hurt.”
“(megaphone) They knew what they were getting into.”
“How?!?!!? I signed the contract not mommy and not daddy!!!!!!”
“(megaphone) This does not change a thing. Now you’re going to come with us or else.”
*step step step*
Something robs the attention from Muller. He glances behind him and sees the federal supervisor holding a piece of paper. Suzan following close behind him.
“Care to explain what this mean, sargent Muller?”
He flips the paper showing Owen’s scribbles on the military contract.
*drips sweat*
“Sir asure you thats a signature-”
“May I remind that this was made by a child’s hand, is’nt that clear sargent?”
“…….I don’t understand sir. We are in the middle of deal here-”
“This was signed before the incursion on Salem. From what I could gather this was when Suzan’s team tried to take the dragon from the boy. Is that right Suzan?”
“Yes sir. I can confirm It.”
“……Sir once-”
“You’re excuse, sargent Muller. Suzan please.”
“Right away, sir.”
*grips*
Muller frustated leaves the post letting Suzan takes his place.
*radio static
“All units be advise. Liberate the POWs.”
“(radio) Right away, sir.”
“(megaphone) Hey Owen, It’s me Suzan do you remember me?”
“……Yes!!”
“(megaphone) I have liberated your friends but I see you have someone hurt with you. Do you want me to take a look?”
“Mommy already did that!!!!”
“(megaphone) Of course but she does’nt have the means to help him, is’nt that right Carol?”
They all turned their attention towards Carol. With a sad expression she nods in acordiances with Suzan statement.
*drop leader*
“Enter and we will help them.”
“Dad? Do we take It?”
“No choise now.”
Steadily they row towards the letter and into the boat decks. The soldiers on board once had their weapons pointed at them now helped them get on board. Ben is imediatly rushed to the medical center with Suzan and Carol. While the supervisor decides to talk with Jonh and the rest of his squad.
“Good evening for all you.”
“Good evening, mister.”
“Good evening…..”
“Call me Cook. Quite the team you have here.”
“We are just hunters nothing more.”
“Thats why you wanted to escape.”
Jonh pushes gently Owen away from the man.
“No need for that, mister Saverin.”
“So what do you want from us.”
“Well in terms of military objectives we want you and your whole team in the army. But…..”
*rustling paper*
The supervisor takes a small picture of his son and wife from his pocket
“I too have a family and I know how much you want protect them from danger.”
“So what are you proposing?”
“You becoming a pmc.”