"Lieutenant! There you are, i see you found help before i did."

The pilot appeared from behind us and slipped a greeting. Father beside me froze in place and glared at him.

"You will never believe this! I was surrounded by enemies and this guy, this guy is-"

I was about to talk about how my father arrived and swooped all the enemy but i was halted by that very person instead.

"Hmm.. Miss... "

"It's Rena."

"Miss Rena. I don't mean to meddle but don't you think staying out in the open like this is a bad idea?"

He said in a straight and calm tone. It's strange, plus he seems strained. Something must be going on. At that moment, the pilot voice an opposition.

"No, no. Don't we need to wait for more reinforcements so we can venture safely from here on?"

The pilot said grinning widely at my father. I never thought the day would come again where i would get lost in conversations between people, i thought i was an adult.

"Humu.. Suit yourselves. I'm technically not 'YOUR' reinforcement so i'll be heading back."

"Wait papa!"

I thought i had to stop father from going away so i reached out my hand to him. But instead he grabbed that arm and pulled me to the side and pulled out a gun, pointed it behind where i was and shot.

"Huh?"

Drop

The body of the pilot fell lifeless to the ground, eyes filled with shock. His face looked so bizzare, containing different twisted emotions. But the most noticeable thing was the gun he held, his finger in the trigger.

"W-What happened!?"

I panicked and turned to papa but he just looked away mumbling some stuff before staring right back at me.

"The hell you lookin at me for?! Are soldiers all about holding fancy guns these days?! Can't you feel danger when you met one? F*ck, if it weren't for ME! You'd die, you dumb b*tch!"

Huh!? What? I'm lost? What the hell happened, really? Am i really not paying attention that much? I was really shaken by knowing about father being alive but to the point i would be confused. It's ridiculous.

"Papa wait! I didn't know what happened, please tell me what you mean!"

I carried my gun and kneeled to papa hoping for some guidance and wisdom.

"Christ the f*ck! First stop calling me that shitty name infants would use and i'll tell you what you missed."

I can only nod. But i don't really need to do what he said later on do i? Heh, i feel almost like a child again. Messing around with papa and doing mischievous stuff behind his back.

"Look at that guy. Nice hair, fine skin and hell of a handsome face, now what do you think?"

Honestly i don't really know. I never really cared about people's appearances before so i didn't know if their face are above or below average.

"I can see that." I replied in the most casual tone i could muster.

"Good, there you go."

Papa said then turned to leave.

"WA-Wait! What do you mean there!? I didn't get anything!"

This time papa grabbed my forehead before i could hug his body. even though his hand isn't any bigger than my head he grabbed it in an iron-claw grip.

"What the f*ck! Didn't you say you already understand?!"

"No, i didn't! Please explain it to me!"

"Ah F*ck, stop gaggling so much, are you sure you're not a child?! Ah! Alright A'right i'll f*cking tell."

Father finally surrendered to my attacks. Even though all i did was press my body onto him.

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I surpressed the urge to say 'Yay' and simply stood up in the formal military way.

"His damn face, you see. Miniscule dust, no deep scars nor messed up hair. And now compare it to yours. You look like you went through a f*cking chimney and out, even your hair caught on fire didn't it? Now to hell! with 'I DON'T UNDERSTAND' f*ck this! Even the navy could know this much."

Father's right. If he really went and fought he clearly wouldn't retain that neat figure, especially when he's fighting against many it isn't odd to lose a limb.

So he's a traitor? That doesn't make sense, why would a pilot from HQ be a traitor? And why now on this particular spec.

"Papa- "

"It's Major Mihcael."

When i heard that word, i immediately made a salute to father since i am a junior by his rank.

"So.. He's a traitor. But what strong evidence do you have? Papa."

I whispered that last word for the sake of self-convenience.

"I believe that observation earlier would be goddamn enough but f*ck. Go ahead, search his pockets. That would make this easier."

I followed father's instructions and rummaged through the dead pilot's inventory.

"I can't believe this... "

What i found was a golden black insignia with the initials D.VA on it. If i'm not mistaken this pilot's name was David Aerole. That V must be his middle initial.

"You found what you lookin for?"

Papa- er, Father went beside me while dragging the body of an unconscious enemy by the collar.

"This thing is like a dog tag for this shitheads. Sniff away, they all have this same piece of metal. Now i believe we're f*cking done here."

Father dropped the body and picked up his rectangular rocket launchers.

I didn't move. I'm still trying to sink in things that were happening. The traitorous event today was shocking. But my mind literally stopped working when i saw father's well being. It's like my brain is rejecting the fact he is in front of me.

"Papa, wait!"

"How many f*cking times will you say that s- "

Father's pupils widened like an eagle. He unloaded the rockets behind his back and sprinted towards my position.

"Father, Wa- !"

In a split second father appeared behind me as a swift pressure of air hit my face.

"F*CK!"

BOOM!

I heard a gunshot then the sound of a grenade going off. The next moment i was literally blown off the air as my vision disappeared in a tick.

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Damn it.. My head f*cking hurts like hell now.

Wait, who said that? Aren't i in my dreams? That's odd, and the voice sounded familiar too. Hmm where did i heard it?

It's too familiar that i almost don't recognize it. Props to me for having an amnesia.

Hmm. It feels like i'm floating through air. Ahh.. I wish i had more break from my job.

My job... Was i an office worker?

No.. That's not it. I remember noisy clicking and laughter, people eating food in an enclosed area. Was i a lunchlady? No that's not it either.

Oh goddamnit! WHY DO I HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF EVERY SINGLE F*CKING THING!

The voice earlier sounded more louder and more violent. I still think that the voice was somewhat connected to my job.

Maybe it was a job that involves loud noises.

"AHH!!!"

COLD! Freezing amount of cold water splashed against my bare face. It has even ice cubes in it!

"Stop Screaming! I'm so pissed since earlier, don't f*cking make it worse."

I sat up straight and shook the water off my hair and face.

"Stop f*cking shaking like a dog! Grab the goddamn towel and dry yourself off!"

I immediately felt small by father's reprimand. Father already scolded me twice. I felt ashamed, Uuuuuu.

My hands reached for the towel beside the table and i started to wipe at my face.

"Father, why am i on the table?"

I asked while peeking at father who was sitted upon a small chair in the corner of this room.

"What do you think? You b*tch lost self in the middle of an airstrike and me the f*cking saviour brought you here? Is that enough for you?"

Huh? An Airstrike? There shouldn't be a schedules air attack today on this city. It must be from the enemy.

"Oh. Then father, how did you bring me amidst the bombardment."

I can't help but feel curious, how did my father saved me from such a predicament and walk away safely.

"..I.. Got lucky.. That's all there is to it.. "

Father said in a really small voice that i had to perk up my ears to hear it. I'm not used to father's voice being so gentle. Uhh...

"Okay. So what are you doing now father?"

After i dried myself off i walked towards where father was sitting at. He got his back towards me and front towards the wall. He seems to be working on something from his front.

"Father, what are you doing?"

"It's none of your goddamn concern. F*ck off and leave me alone now."

Father strongly rejected my question. Unfortunate, i have so many questions in my mind. I was about to return to the other side of the room when i saw a round mirror plastered on the wall.

There i see the bare chest of father covered in splinter and blood.

"PAPA! What happened?! Y-You're fatally wounded!"

I pushed through father's space and saw the shredded muscle and skin on his chest. Wood and metal shards remains stucked on his body. I saw a similar sight on the battlefield a long time ago and that person was beyond saving.

"P-Papa! W-what are you doing!? We should get you to a hospital! You need emergency!! A-A medic!"

I jolted up and panicked, scanning the spacious room for things that could save my father's life. No, NO! I need a medkit! The Phone! Shit! I lost my phone earlier by the crash.

"Father! Do you have a phone! We need to call -!"

"Keep it down will you!? Not like any hospital would take in a infamous criminal"

"Awawawawawa!"

Smack!

Father hit my by the head, which forced me to sit on the ground and hurt my rear.

"O-Ouch! W-wha -! do-don't move! The wound would get -"

"Would you shut up!? I'm already having a damn head-ache and you're adding up! F*ck! Can't you see I'm already patching up this damn wound."

It's true. I can see a small patches of cloth across father's chest. But the larger wounds where shrapnels were stuck are still open.

"What are you saying!? You are practically dead!"

Father suddenly went limp and started to fall.

I dashed forward and immediately grabbed him by the waist.

His body can't take it, he finally lost consciousness. I laid down father on the table and put pillows underneath him.

"His wounds are getting worse. First i'll need to take those remnants out."

Deep breaths Rena. You could use your training in medical treatment here. But i'm not a damn surgeon i'm a soldier. I just hope father don't die amidst my operation.

"Shit! Where's the medkit around here!"

I searched through cabinets, cupboards and even the black bag full of weaponry to no avail. Are you kidding me!? There's no way father would just use needle and cloth to cure his wounds.

I need to find father's phone. Maybe the ambulance could come in time. Ah f*ck, do father even have a cellphone? Damn it! This can't be happening.

Amidst my self-panicking my eyes were flashed by a red line that moved ever so slightly when i blinked.

"Shit!"

The hail of bullets rained through the walls just as i grabbed father's body and kicked the table down for protection.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!?"

I reached for the black bag with weapons while the endless stream pf bullets poured in father's base like a storm. I hate the enemy! Not for their assault but for their bad timing. Just let me save my father!

I grabbed the first gun i can get ahold of. An MP5 with a yellow body. I took a cartidge and loaded it up then i stuffed the rest in the bag.

"Great i'm going to get you out of here, father."

I used the rope i found and tied father's wrist to mine. He is slim and small, but his body is actually heavy to carry.

"V-2, Check the back over there. A-2, come through the front, block all the escape routes they could have!"

They started moving. A large bang came from the door adjacent to the windows. Glasses breaks, wood shattered. They sure don't care about other people's belongings. If i were them, i rather not mess with father's furnitures.

The open wall was finally cleared of smoke. Three full geared men arrived and scanned through everything. I could see through a hole of this couch.

The room isn't that big so i reckon they would shoot the one thing that the enemy would hide on.

"No choice then!"

I stood up and pulled the trigger on them. The one at the head of the group went down.

Sure enough the loud gunfire stopped and my gun rejected its last last bullet.

I want to know what guns are these guys armed with but i'm damned and soon the other groups would get me.

I ran through the blown wall carrying father on my back. I swiftly avoided large chunks of debris and headed for the vehicle parked at the front.

Bastards started shooting at me just as i placed father on the seat.

"Let's see... Keys.. Keys.. Keys! Yes!"

Somebody left their keys on the cockseat, of course. I hope this thing has enough gas, nothing else would be horrific at this point.

"Haha!"

Luckily the tank was full and i slammed the gas throughout this bloody nightmare. I could still hear explosions from here. Guess they cooked up the kitchen, huh?

Haaaaaaaah....

"Hang on, father."