Jack seems to have calmed down some. You know, I really think everyone should be put in the situation of trying to disarm a bomb that could detonate any second. I mean nowadays there are no fancy timers ticking down just a remote detonator that can go off any second. Is the person on the other end of the detonator paying attention, are they in range or are they simply toying with you trying to make you sweat. When you are in that situation it doesn’t really matter. When you are in that situation you must first accept the very real fact that any random second you are going to die. Then you deal with it and do the fucking job and get the device disarmed as quickly as you can. If you cannot deal with the pressure then your hand may shake, you may hesitate momentarily forgetting you training and instincts or may just want to run. Allowing any of that in in that moment will only increase the odds of your very messy demise. So you learn to suck it up and do your fucking job soldier.
All that being said, all the crap running around in the back of my head from this morning’s revelation, it’s just another day, just another bomb. The bomb will explode or it will not and you just do the best job you can and don’t let any of that crap actually affect you.
Some Shrinks don’t get it. Especially for people like me it seems. Not even sure what that means…
Yes I lost an eye. I mean yes it really does suck. But I save seven other soldiers. I have three little girls those soldiers have named after me and one boy named after my nickname, that poor kid. He will, they all will, grow up to be ass kickers though. Damn it… In ,my home dimension. I … I don’t dare even want to search for the people in my old unit because I was not there … Just STOP. FUCK! Stop and get over it. I am sure I can still make a mark here in this funky magic place.
Yeah I had a lot of issues from recalling my fellow soldiers bleeding out but I killed all the fucking bastards and patched our boys up as best I could. I have gotten over the night mares and such but still have bad memories of our guys bleeding out and I could not kill the fuckers fast enough to help them.
I recall one shrink asking me why I was not remorseful about shooting the insurgents who attacked us. I looked at him rather astonished actually. I shot those fucking bastards that were trying to kill me and every US soldier in that Humvee after they had planted an IED! Damn right I killed every one of those bastards I could. Insurgents killing US troops deserve what they get. Now I did not quite say it so colorfully to the Shrink. I know their evil games to remove good soldiers from the field.
That Shrink even sent me an email about a research project some college professor had done. Apparently less than 10% combat troops have actually killed someone. And over 90% of confirmed kills were within that less than 10%. That Shrink said I should be in the top 1 percent of that analysis! Bastard! A quarter pound of C4 in his toilet bowl next time he flushes on a delayed timer may persuade him to see reason on my eval…
(/Char Pre Memory)
I ask Bucky to get a to-go order of wings for lunch but I wait behind to talk to Jack about a few more things. A couple of pistols an M4 and some vests. I wanted some C4 but after Jacks almost new coronary decided to hold off on that. He’ll be in touch when he has a line on the stuff. I have a fucking princess to protect. Even if I am not sure if she manipulated me or is really that naive… I don’t even want to ponder what would happen to US and GB relations if I let something happen to her.
Dam it Bucky! Jack just gave us all the additional warnings to not do anything illegal or get noticed and you just open a fucking beer in the car and start drinking! Get that shit out of here now because a routine traffic stop is going to get us dissected.
Holy crap Wal-hell carries actual good gun holsters, cases and equipment. I did not just say something positive about this awful store. I am just shocked they even have it.
Yes, that is the Wal-hell I know! I just gave a skanky piece of jail bait five bucks and in she goes to that awful place. Something in the world is finally making sense today.
Bucky and I get home… No Jordan… Oh, the industrious little thing used the ladder to crawl through the skylight and sunbath on the roof. She does look so innocent and adorable. I go unload the car and hear Jordan yelling, or as close to such as I have ever heard her, at Bucky that he is a horrible mean person!?!?
I explained to Jordan that Bucky and I do not have any magical protections here and we are incredibly vulnerable. So Jack said anyway and I am not inclined to think he is lying to us. This seemed to get through to her and I think she understands that we all need to just stay in this cave of a loft for a few days until Jack gets things arranged for us. I am just going to spend the rest of Sunday making clothes.
Monday evening Jack calls me with a line on my special purchase and he will be over tomorrow after dinner to drop it off. I am just going to spend most of the week making my wardrobe and exercising.
Tuesday I ended up spending much of the day just getting to know Jordan. I think this is the most time we have really talked since we met combined. The more I get to know her the more I think she really is just a very sheltered naive girl. Yes she deceived me but I do see she had cause and frankly I don’t think she even had a clue what she was doing or that she hurt me. I want to talk to her about it but she seems to be in a state of depression with us being isolated and cooped up in here and I don’t want to exasperate the issue or have her go running off.
True to his word Jack came by and dropped off my special order. I took the proper time to inspect, clean and oil the guns. I was worried about Jordan’s reaction but it was not as negative as I had worried. Then again as royalty she must have been around armed bodyguards her whole life.
Jordan has been writing in a journal of hers. I saw a little of it… it is poetry, poetry about me of all things. It’s rather adorable actually.
Since becoming a dragon I wake up each morning worried I am going to crap burning coals or something. Well today it was not so bad. Bucky and I both woke up and were able to make illusions. It is kinda neat and all, not really my thing? But I was able to engage with Jordan, she was majoring in illusions! It ate up most of the day but I got to keep Jordan occupied and keep her focus away from us being cooped up in this cave of a loft.
Thursday after breakfast Jack came by with our new identities! Finally freedom! Jack also wants Bucky and me to do a job for him and recover some stolen merchandise. I would never have considered doing anything like that, well of even consorting with someone the likes of Jack back home. But I am down to a few hundred dollars in my purse and I owe Bucky 6K. And This would be recovering stolen merchandise so it is technically kinda a good thing. That is what I convince myself of anyway.
This Diego guy who we are supposed to retrieve the stolen merchandise from seems like a very nasty guy. Second most wanted at one time only to Bin Laden! This guy was a drug lord who recently broke out of prison and is now hiding out in this estate here in Miami! The piece of drug lord American murdering piece of trash is living the good life while so many American families are grieving at his heinous acts! This fucking piece of shit! I just hope this fucker is home because I want him to resist so I can put one between his eyes! After seven years in the deserts of Afgan and Iraq supporting our troops I finally have to the opportunity to put down a dog piece of shit like this right here in the states! Hell, I’d pay Jack for that. I think I now have an idea how the SEAL team felt when they were about to move in on the real Bin Laden estate!