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I suddenly felt kind of guilty for being so horrible to him. I made my way through the crowd till I found him sitting next to one of the buses.

"Hey." I said to him softly.

He looked up at me, then back down to the ground. "So you're talking to me again?" he said a little coldly.

"Look, Brett, I'm sorry I was so mean to you. It's just..." I said but he interrupted me.

"Maybe this isn't the best time to be talking about this. I'm not myself right now." He said, looking at me.

I was going to walk away, but had the feeling this would be one of our last conversations.

"No" I said sitting down next to him.

He sighed angrily and turned away.

"Brett, I was mad at you because I'm scared of what could happen to you when you go off to fight." I said, tears coming to my eyes.

He turned around and looked at me. "I'm going off to fight so I can protect you." He said.

"I know" I said quietly "But, I'd rather have you. I don't know what I'd do without you"

"I don't know what I'd do without you either"

It was just one of those moments. Everything pauses in time. Except for you and that special person. We just stared at each other for what seemed forever...

"Mary-Kate!" I heard Ashley call.

I snapped out of my daze. So did Brett "Over here!" I called, then sighed.

She came over and I gave her a 'nice timing' look. She caught on right away and then smiled.

"They're going to show us where we will be staying." Ashley said. She grabbed my hand and pulled me away.


"We start basic training this afternoon." I said to Brett. "We have to report to the base just outside of town at 2PM. I must admit I'm starting to have second thoughts about this."

"Too late now." Said Marc-Andre.


I was glad to get to avoid a lecture with Mary-Kate. By the looks of things I interrupted they were more then talking to each other again. I grinned. This was something I'd been waiting for, for years.

A girl a couple of years older then Mk and I showed us to a rather dingy apartment building.

"It's not much" she said leading us inside "But it's livable"

She showed us a small one bedroom apartment. "It has a small bathroom, kitchenetter area, and the main room which doubles as a bedroom"

I looked around and tried to keep the disgusted look of my place. I guess it'd be livable with a little work. Maybe a little pain. I then remembered we didn't have any. Darn.

"It looks great" I told the girl. "How much is the rent? For when we can pay?"

"$70 a week" she informed us


When two oclock came around, the three of us waited on the base grounds with roughly fifteen other people. We chatted about the attacks and we learned that New York and Washington were also attacked among other cities. Needless to say this made us all quite mad.

"ATTEN-TION!" A man yelled.

We all stood in line at attention. He walked up and looked us over. He was a man in his late 30s, strong build and bold eyes. He looked like he could cut you in half with his gaze.

"I am Captain Gibson, you're commanding officer." He said with a strong voice. "I will be training you in the arts of survival in combat, and defeating the enemy that has attacked our proud nation. With my help," he turned around, "we're going to make them sorry they were ever born."

I looked to Brett and Matt, who were both smiling at the statement.

"My training is rough, my training is tough, but if you use it wisely, my training will keep you alive." Gibson continued. "If I see you don't have what it takes, you will be ejected from this group. I will not have hotshots, wild cards or panicky wusses endangering my men."

He's straightforward at least.

"Once your training is complete. You will all be joining me in taking back Los Angeles." He said.

"Sir!" Brett said. I looked at him in amazement.

"Do you have something to say, son." Gibson yelled, inches from Brett's face.

"Yes, sir!" Brett yelled back.

"Then, by all means. Go right ahead." He said, not removing his gaze from Brett's eyes.

"What is the situation in Los Angeles, sir!" Brett said, keeping his gaze locked onto Gibson's eyes.

"You've got a lot of nerve, young man." Gibson said.

I was afraid Brett would be kicked out of the group early and I would face basic training, and the fight without him.

"I like that in a soldier." Gibson added, to my relief.

"I won't hide it from you. The situation is grim. We are holding on to the city by a thread. I'm hoping to turn the tides in our favor." Gibson said as he paced back and forth. "Your two day crash course in basic starts tomorrow morning and 6 AM. Dis-MISSED!" he boomed.

We all walked off. Brett, Matt and I went and joined Mary-Kate and Ashley to see how they made out with their apartment.

"You're lucky he didn't boot you out wit the comment." Matt said to Brett.

"I figured it this way," he said. "Either I would be thrown out and stay with the twins, or I would score points with the captain.

"You're one odd guy." Matt shook his head.

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