WARNING: The following story contains violence, coarse language and mature subjects. Readers discretion is advised.

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Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

I let out another breath, keeping my head down and my fingers laced behind my neck. My back hurt like a bitch since I had been sitting in the same position for what must have been a few hours. But the feel of the blood pooling in my head and my hands pressed against my neck kept me sane. It kept my rage from bubbling to the surface and taking over my body. I was sure that if I didn't have as much control over myself I would have torn this mother fucking office apart.

It seemed that I was back at the beginning. Back in this uncomfortable plastic chair in this sweltering hot office. The SEALs base no longer seemed like a safe haven, it was like a cage instead. A cage with steel bars and no means of escape. And there was no angel here to save me. There was no light in the darkness that my life had become.

I could feel my eyes getting wet with unshed tears and I angrily rubbed them to keep them at bay. There was no way I was going to cry when I could be doing something better to help…Bella. God damn it was so difficult to even think her name. Every time I thought of her I could see her brown eyes staring up at me. And then she would whisper the words that damn near caused my heart to literally break in two. "You promised."

Taking in a shuddering breath I tried to swallow the lump that had appeared in my throat. But there was no getting rid of it. Every time I did swallow it just got bigger until I was almost choking on it. Choking on the pain and the guilt. The guilt for letting that dumb fuck look after…her…when I knew I shouldn't have trusted him. I just wanted to beat the shit out of that little speck of dust until you couldn't tell that he was a person at all. He would be a heap of skin and broken bones. My hands clenched together as I thought about driving my knuckles into his disgusting face.

My blood lust disappeared when the door opened. I turned to watch the Commander slowly close the door after himself. He didn't speak or even look at me as he walked around to sit in his desk chair. He kept me waiting while he moved his chair closer to the desk and shuffled his papers. It was like we weren't in a crisis. He was just so God damned calm and it pissed me off.

Just as I was about to open mouth he spoke up. "Very tiring week. Very tiring."

I glared at him but he wasn't looking at me. Figures, he thinks about himself again. "Is there any news," I asked before grudgingly remembering to add, "sir?"

The Commander sighed loudly and rubbed his forehead as if he was very stressed. "No, Edward. There hasn't been anything."

"No ransom? No calls? No tapes? No information at all?" I asked, ringing my hands together.

"No," he said, his voice gruff. He finally looked up at me with his grey eyes. "There has been no word on Isabella as of yet."

"What about hints as to where she is?" I asked.

"No," he said forcefully. "Nothing, Edward. Nothing." He groaned. "She could be in God damned Timbuktu for all we know."

I ran a hand through my already messy hair. It just made it worse but who gave a damn anyway? I leaned forward in my chair until he looked me right in the eyes. "Sir," I said slowly. "I'd like to ask your permission to take one of the Jeeps out and scope out the place where she was taken. Maybe I can find some more -"

"No," he said for the hundredth time. "That's not possible, Masen."

"Well why the hell not?" I growled.

He frowned disapprovingly at me and I closed my mouth grudgingly.

"You can not go back because we've already had teams out there and they've found nothing," he said. "No tracks because the sand has covered them. No hidden information. It's clean."

"But if I just -"

"And," he went on, interrupting me. "I need you and your team here to watch over the presidents arrival. He needs security with him twenty-four-seven now after the last catastrophe." He looked at me as if it were my fault. "You are going to accompany him from the airport to the parliament buildings with no buts."

"What about, Bella?" I cried, my heart thundering in response to her name. He raised a brow at the name I called her. "I mean, Miss. Swan?"

He returned to calmly sorting his papers. "We have done everything possible. We have asked for any witnesses to come forward. We have been open to demands. There is -"

I jumped to my feet angrily, slamming my fist on his desk. "That's not good enough!" I yelled.

The Commander stopped sorting to look up at me in surprise. I kept my place, my chest heaving and my hand throbbing from hitting the desk. Slowly he put his papers down and laced his fingers together. His grey eyes met mine and I could see how serious he was about my outburst. "Masen," he murmured. "If I didn't know any better I would think you have intimate feelings for Miss. Swan. Would I be correct?"

I kept my mouth shut, glaring at him. I knew that I couldn't agree to that even though it was true. If I did then there was no way I would be able to go after Bella or ever find her again.

Instead I looked away. "No, sir," I muttered.

"Good," he said, returning to his sorting. "So you'll do you job, will you?"

I grinded my teeth together. "Yes, sir."

"Splendid," he said. "You are free to go. Get some sleep, soldier and be back here in two hours."

"Yes, sir," I snarled under my breath. He waved me towards the door and I left, using all my control not to slam it after me.

Mother fucker. Cock sucker. Jack ass. Dick head. Biggest piece of mother fucking shit! That's what he was. I wanted to run back in there and strangle the bastard. I wanted to slam his head against that fancy desk of his and watch him bleed. If I could just squeeze the answers I needed out of him. Then he would end up just like Newton. It was actually a wonder that he didn't pin me for assault against the moron.

I felt like a raging bull who has seen red as I walked down the hallway. The receptionist didn't even smile at me as I stalked by. Apparently I gave off a dangerously angry vibe and everyone was staying out of my way.

I finally ended up in the parking lot beside our jeep.

The sky was black like velvet as I stared upwards to the heavens. I wasn't much of a praying man but if He could keep her safe then I would at least try. Closing my eyes I let my head fall along with my hopes before walking closer to the stone walls that surrounded the SEALs compound.

As I stared at the stones of the wall and felt the warmth of the yellow street light above my head, I felt myself fall apart. I let out a choked sob and felt the warm tears slide down my cheeks. The rage took over my body for a moment and before I could say no I slapped my palms against the rough brick. I felt my skin break as I continued to hit my palms against the stone, just letting out my anger and frustration. Before long my hands were bloody but I didn't feel the pain. Seeing the red against my skin made me even more hopeless.

I let myself fall to the ground and sit against the brick wall, just staring at my hands. My cheeks were wet and my chest felt heavy as I let out another sob.

"Jesus, Masen," came a voice. I looked up to see a sympathetic Angela standing in front of me. Quickly, I rubbed my wrist against my eyes, but it was too late. She had seen me crying. Instead, to keep my last shred of dignity, I looked down at my bloody hands.

"And here I thought you were beating someone up," she murmured with a small chuckle. "Good I brought this huh?"

She put a first aid kit down on the pavement before sliding down to sit beside me. I didn't answer as she opened the kit and began rummaging through it. "I'm no doctor," she said. "But I do know how to clean up a few cuts." She paused to look at my mangled hands. "Well, more than a few."

She pulled out a bottle of water, snapping the cap off. "Okay," she said to me. "I need to see your hands." I didn't move and she sighed. "You're hands, Masen," she snapped.

Slowly I lifted them so she could see. She let out a low whistle before gently squirting water to wash the blood away. I hissed but she ignored me and continued to clean the cuts.

"You're in some rage, huh?" she asked me while she got out some clean cloth to wipe the rest of the blood and water away. There was a silence between us as she cleaned my hands. "Fine," she said. "Don't answer me. I'll just sit here and talk your ear off."

She reached into the kit again, bringing out some antibiotic before yanking my hands forward and rubbing the ointment. "Ow," I muttered and she snorted in response.

"And you call yourself a soldier," she said.

"Well if you haven't noticed I am in a bit of pain," I muttered. "In two ways."

She gasped dramatically. "And he speaks!"

I just kept my mouth shut. I shouldn't have said anything. There was no way I wanted sympathy. The look on her face when she found me was enough.

Angela sighed as she bandaged my hands, wrapping the material around to cover my palms. She made sure both bandages would hold before cleaning up the supplies. I watched her move everything back into the kit, feeling a little better as she sat beside me. Angela had this kind of calming vibe when some kind of catastrophe happened. She was always calm but sometimes her sarcastic side won over the rest of her personality. Even though it annoyed me it did make things seem normal. Or as normal as they could be when my Bella was kidnapped.

Angela leaned her back against the wall next to me. We sat there in total silence for a moment before she began to speak. "I know how you feel, Edward," she finally muttered.

I grunted in response, not believing her. She had no idea how I felt. The rage and pain inside me was close to ripping my body apart. I was sure to go insane if we didn't find her. The guilt was already eating at me. I had let this happen. I should have stayed with her. Protected her. Like I promised.

"No really," she went on. "I do." She paused, looking up at the sky. "Can I tell you a story I haven't told most people?" I didn't answer but I was curious. She took my silence as a yes. "My sister was kidnapped."

The shock must have been shown on my face as she chuckled humorlessly. "Oh yeah," she muttered. "Caitlin was a wild fire."

"Was?" I asked softly, watching her eyes shine with tears.

She looked over at me. "They changed her," she whispered hoarsely. "The monsters who took her. She was only ten years old. Ten years old!" Angela took a moment to compose herself, breathing deeply and rubbing her eyes. This was a side of her I'd never seen. "We were playing in the park near our old house. I was the big sister, the one who is supposed to look after her…I wasn't looking. One minute she was on the swings and the next she was gone."

She covered her mouth. I could see her reliving the moment in her head. "I didn't even hear her screaming. She was just…gone."

Angela inhaled deeply, taking a moment before she felt composed. "I felt helpless for those few days that she was missing. Not only that but the guilt was indescribable. My parents kept telling me it wasn't my fault but I couldn't stop from hating myself."

I let her control herself again before speaking in a whisper. "Did you find her?"

She nodded with a small laugh. "Yeah. Found her a few days after she was taken. The neighbors heard some screaming coming from the basement of one of the houses and it was her. Her captors, who were actually friends of our family, were put in jail for life but…she was never the same. Even now, she is so reserved and just plain scared of everything…especially men. It took me months to get her to warm up to Ben. Even now she's still hesitant around him." She turned to look me right in the eye. "My sister will never be the same because I didn't take the initiative. I sat in my room feeling guilty and hating myself when I could have been looking for her. I knew our neighborhood like the back of my hand but did I search? No."

She put her hand gently on my arm. "Don't make the same mistake I did. Stop wallowing. Get out there and find her. Find her and bring her home."

I looked at her for a moment before her words really sank in. She wanted me to go against my orders. She wanted me to go and get my Bella. So what are you waiting for, Masen?

Quickly I got to my feet and felt the new power run through me. Fuck the Commander. Fuck the rules. I was going out there and bringing my Bella back. I wouldn't quit until she was safe in my arms. It didn't matter if it took days, weeks even years. I would find her.

"Before you go," Angela said, pushing herself upwards. "Can I have your cell number? You know, just incase you need a rescue." She smirked.

Sighing, I reached into my pocket…to find nothing. Confused, I searched the rest of my pockets and my belt until it suddenly dawned on me. "Bella has it!" I gasped.

Angela looked at me like I was crazy. "She stole your cell?"

"No!" I laughed. "I gave it to her before she was taken! She might still have it." I quickly ran for the Jeep with Angela jogging after me. I almost ripped the door off the hinges in my haste to start up the car. Jumping inside I slammed the door and shifted into drive.

Angela stopped me. "Wait! What about a number, buddy?"

"Just use Jasper's number. You have it right?" I breathed, the adrenaline running through my veins and making my heart thump quickly.

"Well, yeah…" she answered.

"I'm taking his phone to find Bella on the GPS."

"Yeah but -" she started but I cut her off my leaning out the window and kissing her cheek.

"Thanks, Angie," I said.

"Umm…yeah," she stuttered before waving dazedly.

I pulled out of the parking lot and raced through the crowded streets, doing way over the speed limit in places. But I knew that time was of the essence. I had to get to the hotel, grab Jazz's phone and everything else I needed. I was breaking hundreds of rules already but there was no way I was going to guard the president. Bella was far more important to me…and that didn't scare me as much as it used to. Whenever I had these feelings I got freaked out because I had no idea what they really were. But now I realized what they were all pointing to. Love. I loved Bella. Just as much, if not more, as Angela loved Ben. She was my angel, my salvation in this war torn country. Bella was worth more than this job. Bella was worth more than my own God damned life.

I finally reached the hotel and left the Jeep without even locking it. Everyone inside watched me curiously as I ran for the stairs, taking them two at time. It was faster than the elevator. As soon as I reached our floor I took off at a run again. After climbing all those stairs you would think I was tired. But the adrenaline was doing wonders to my body. I had never run so fast in my life, even in training. If my instructors could see me now!

After much fumbling with the doors lock I finally got inside. Jasper, Emmett and Mamun looked up at me from the table they were sitting at. I didn't even acknowledge them, rifling through Jazz's things instead.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Jasper crowed. "That's my shit!"

I ignored him until I finally found his cell. With shaking hands I turned it on and pressed the buttons to find myself at the GPS page. Jazz muttered obscenities under his breath while he put everything I had thrown out back into place. I pressed a few more buttons, clicking on my cell location. A loading bar came up and I waited, walking in circles. Finally, there it was. My cell was on and out in the jungles somewhere. She had managed to keep it on.

"That's my girl," I muttered before stuffing the cell in my pocket.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Em called as I dashed to find all my stuff. "What the hell is up?"

"Is it Bella?" Mamun wondered, hope on his face.

I grinned like an idiot. "I found her," I laughed before going back to fix the buckle of my belt around my hips. "And I'm going to go get her."

"By yourself?" Jazz cried. "That's suicidal!"

"Don't I know it," I muttered before throwing on my camo jacket and hat. Finding nothing else I needed, I headed for the door. Jaspers hand on my shoulder stopped me.

"What the fuck, man?" he asked angrily. "Are you just gonna leave us behind?"

"Well I'm sure as hell not bringing you guys into this," I said, shrugging off his hand. "It will definitely end in a discharge*."

"Does it look like we give a shit?" Em yelled, coming forward.

Moony nodded, somber. "You know we love Bella too, Edward," he said.

"Yeah!" Emmett crowed. "She's like the little sister I never had!"

"And we're your brothers in arms," Jazz said quietly. "Brothers stick together, no matter what danger we face."

I stood there, looking at the determination on each of their faces. Just seeing them looking at me like that it made me realize that there was no way that I could say no and they would follow my order. They were committed. Sighing, I nodded and they quickly ran around to grab their things. Mamun came up to me and smiled sadly.

"I suppose I'll stay here then, shall I?" he asked.

I nodded. "It'd be better, Moony. The president is going to need some kind of security. Could you do that for me?"

"You know I'd be honored, Edward," he said with a grin. "Just bring Bella home or I might have to kick the shit out of you myself."

I chuckled. "Are you finally adding these vulgar words to your vocabulary, Moony?"

He snorted. "Of course not," he said with a smirk. "I would never speak such dirty words."

Laughing, I reached forward to high five him, squeezing his hand. "It's been good," I said.

"And there will be more adventures to come," he said with a grin. "And take better care of your hands, all right?"

I nodded. "You got it, Doc."

Jazz and Em slipped past me. I began to follow them out before turning to see Mamun. "Two hours from now you need to be at the SEALs base. Don't mess this up, soldier."

He mock saluted me. "Good luck, son," I heard him mutter before I shut the door and jogged down the hall to catch up to the other guys.

We pulled up outside a concrete wall, which surrounded a compound. It looked taller than seven feet but I was sure I could reach it if I jumped. The walls in training had been higher. But then again, we knew what was on the other side in training. Here in the real world we really had no idea what awaited us.

Jasper checked his cell again to make sure we really were in the right place before joining me.

"She's in here all right," he muttered. "Apparently we're right on top of her."

Emmett opened his mouth to say something but my glare made him shut up. This was no time for 'that's what he/she said' jokes.

"So what's the plan?" Jazz asked me.

I sighed, rubbing under my chin in thought for a moment. We were going over a wall and into unknown territory. This was one place none of the SEALs came to. Or any of the military for that matter. This was enemy territory, highly dangerous. Who knew how many guys were on the other side, just waiting for us to show up? And there was no way I was letting Em and Jazz die. They had families to go back to. No, I had to think smart.

"Right," I said. "Give me a minute to scope it out."

Without another word I jumped and grabbed on to the top of the wall before pulling myself up high enough to see over. The compound was actually huge and everything looked quite new, even the wall I was holding on to looked and felt like it has just been poured concrete recently. There was no grass inside, just bright yellow dirt. There weren't even trees, a strong contrast to the jungle that surrounded them. In total there was three semi-circled buildings attached to one another. It almost looked like a scene out of Star Wars. The only difference was we were in the middle of an African jungle with insurgents walking around, guns slung over their shoulders. Lets see Luke make his way out of this one!

I let myself fall back down behind the wall with a huff as my boots hit the ground. "They got this place covered," I chuckled humorlessly, taking off my camo and throwing it into the jeep. "Three buildings, I'm guessing Bella is in the middle one. It's got the most guard."

"So, how do we get there?" Jazz asked.

"A hell of a lot of stealth," I sighed. "There's a few objects lying around for cover but nothing really big. So lets all pray for speed and invisibility."

Jazz shook his head, pulling out his rifle from the jeep. We got suited and loaded up (including a small earpiece to communicate) before taking turns going over the wall. I went first, pulling myself up so I could sit on the top before leaping down behind the old pickup truck that sat against the wall. There was a pause as I checked if it was clear for Jazz and Em. When the men's backs were turned and let out a low bird like whistle.

Agonizing seconds later Jazz dropped down beside me. After he was down Emmett showed up and we all crouched behind the truck in complete stealth mode. Too bad we didn't have to time to paint our faces.

I kept us to the shadows, leading my group across the yard towards the buildings before crouching behind the empty crates left out in the sun. Mentioning the sun, I finally felt the burning heat of it on my back. It was only a few minutes after sunrise but the sky was almost a bright blue. No clouds meant good luck, right?

"Distraction," Jazz muttered to me.

"What?" I hissed.

"Em and I around the back," he whispered. "You slip past the ones that stay. We'll take of the rest."

"Are you crazy?" I hissed. "I'm not using you as a distraction."

Jazz patted me on the shoulder. "Go get your woman, Ed," he said. "We'll meet up soon." And without another word, he and Em snuck around the back. I growled to myself, waiting for the time to sneak up on the guys standing by the open door. All five of them seemed to be arguing about something although I couldn't understand a word they were saying.

Suddenly a loud pop and fizzing sound was heard behind the far building. They all seemed to notice it, shouting at one another before three of them went to investigate. As soon as they were around the corner I snuck forward, keeping to the shadows of the building, before standing up behind one of the men. He hadn't noticed me and that was a plus.

I felt a little bad as I hit him over the head with my rifle so that he fell unconscious. But he was helping to keep my Bella captive. The second man turned to raise the alarm but I managed to slug him in the face with my fist. He did a sort of twirl before falling to the ground.

"Mother fucker," I hissed, waving my hand, which was beginning to hurt like a bitch again. But I knew I had a job to do.

Quickly I turned and snuck inside the building, following the hallway. It was a bleak grey with spooky flickering lights and a feeling that made the hair raise on the back of my neck. People had died here, I could feel it. I could almost hear their screams echoing down the hall. But that would not be my Bella. I would make sure of that. And if they had done anything to her, I would make each and every one of them pay.

Cautiously, I made my way down the hall. My rifle was always at the ready and my steps were silent. A lethal combination. I passed many doors that all looked the same but each one gave me no feeling. My emotions kept telling me to go forward, Bella is not in there. For once I trusted them and followed whatever my feelings told me. Lets hope I don't get screwed over again.

I came to the back of the structure. More rooms were in front of me and another hallway leading to the other buildings. Frowning, I turned right and immediately the feeling hit me. She was here. I could almost smell her freesia-like scent and feel her thumping heart. The room just in front of me was much like the rest except that behind that door was my angel. The one I would die for.

There was a male voice shouting loudly inside, his accent tangible as he spoke in English. "What are the American plans?"

"I don't know!" My heart stopped and clenched painfully as I heard her voice. She sounded so tired. It was almost like she was about to cry.

There was a loud smack along with Bella's cry. I gritted my teeth together. Mother fucker just hit my Bella. My Bella. The click of my rifle's safety coming off was loud in the empty hallway. I'd blow the fucker's head off.

The sound of footsteps made me turn around, gun raised only to find Em and Jazz catching up to me. They were out of breath as they stopped but they looked triumphant. I nodded towards the door and their faces turned somber immediately. Jasper stuck his hand into his belt and pulled out a smoke grenade. I grinned and nodded. Exactly what we needed. If Em kicked down the door and Jazz threw that in they'd be confused, blind and almost unable to breathe. We had the masks of course so it'd be no problem to get in there and out with Bella in seconds.

Quickly, we all pulled on our gas masks, sealing them tight. Emmett took position at the door and Jasper was ready. After a few seconds I nodded for them to do it.

Em jumped back and smashed the door open with all his strength. Fast as ever, Jazz tossed the ready grenade inside and waited for it to work. It did and the smoke filled the room as coughing and spluttering was heard.

"Go, go, go!" I yelled, diving inside first. Although it was difficult to see inside I could sense where she was. Before long I hit a table and reaching out I was able to touch her soft skin. I leaped over the tabletop to crouch beside where she was sitting, tied to the chair. Pulling the blade out of my boot I cut the rope until her fragile wrists were free. She started to fall sideways, weak and almost unconscious but I managed to catch her.

"Edward…" she mumbled.

"I got you," I murmured, pulling her into my arms.

I stood, making sure I had a good grip on her before navigating my way back to the door. I called for Jazz and he came, leading the way out with Emmett right behind me. We took off at a run down the hallway before ending up outside in the sunshine. I reached up and pulled the mask off, breathing the fresh air deeply before looking down at the limp body in my arms. Out here I could see the damage done to her. There were bruises and cuts all over her face but her chest still rose and fell. She was alive.

"CO!" Emmett yelled, bringing me back to my senses.

I looked up to see a horrible sight. There were more men coming from everywhere. Damn, I should have thought about more men! They were blocking our way back to the jeep. We were trapped! God damn it! I was supposed to protect my brothers, not kill them!

Just as I was about to give up there was a loud roar of an engine. Was that a helicopter?

"Morning boys," came a female voice in our earpieces. "Good to see you guys are alive and well."

The wind picked up around us as a military helicopter came up from behind the trees and roared over top of us.

"Angela!" I laughed, recognizing the voice.

The chopper turned quickly, rotating until it faced us before coming down to land a few feet ahead. The other men scattered as Angela brought the helicopter to a landing. The back door slid open. "Need a lift?" her voice chuckled in my ear.

Jazz, Em and I ran towards the chopper. I could hear the men behind us; no doubt they'd realize they could use their guns soon. Emmett jumped in first, holding his arms out for Bella. I handed her to him before pulling myself inside to sit beside her. Jasper leaped up, attaching himself to the chopper before raising his gun to shoot at the men running towards us. Reaching over I grabbed the headgear and put them over my ears before holding Bella close to my chest.

"Let's blow a hole in the sky, woman!" Emmett shouted.

Angela chuckled before the chopper lifted off the ground. The shots were heard as we got higher and higher until we were out of range and safe at last. As soon as we were at a safe distance, Jasper pulled his legs inside and slammed the door shut.

"That jeep is totaled," Jazz shouted over the sound of the helicopter.

I didn't care about that. All I cared about was the precious package that we had rescued. Bella was still unconscious in my arms, her face pressed against my chest and my hands covering her ears. She was shaking lightly, but she was alive. Gently I pressed a kiss to her forehead, so happy to have her with me that I could cry.

"Next stop will be Port Italia hospital, ladies," Angela chuckled from the pilot seat.

Emmett laughed from the co-pilot chair. "Angie, you sneaky son of a bitch."

"Aww," she cooed. "So nice to see you treat me like a lady, Em."

We all laughed. The pressure on my chest had been lifted. Bella was safe and she was going to be all right. I crushed her small body to mine, inhaling her sweet freesia scent and feeling the warmth of her skin. But she also smelled of smoke and the bitter scent of blood. I wasn't so worried about the scars on the outside as I was on the scars no one could see. She had been through torture and no one came back from that experience 'fine'. We had gone through what it would be like to be tortured in training. With a black bag over our heads, guns pressed to our temples and foreign words being thrown at us, it was pretty terrifying. But Bella, my Bella, had gone through the real thing. Dear God I hoped we had got there in time to save her sanity.

It was a shorter ride back to the city by chopper but it still felt like days to me. Bella's shaking got worse and she started to mumble things under her breath that I couldn't hear over the roar of the helicopter. I just crushed her body to mine, my cheek pressed against her hair as I whispered soothing words. Or what I hoped was soothing words.

"Hospital in sight," Angela said before she reached up to fiddle with her radio transmission. As soon as she got it to the right channel she started to speak in a very business like manner. "P.I. Medi, this is US Helo Niner-Niner requesting permission to land. Passenger in need of immediate medical attention, over."

We all held out breaths as static filled the airwaves for a few tense moments. I could see the hospital coming towards us fast, the helo pad empty.

Finally a male voice came through. "US Helo Niner-Niner this is P.I. Medi. Permission granted. Medical team will be on stand by, over."

I sighed in relief. "Copy that," Angela replied. "Coming in for landing."

She leaned forward flicking buttons on and off, all the while controlling the chopper. Angela flew over the hospital before turning us around for landing on the roof. As we slowly descended on to the helo pad a team of doctors came up on to the roof with a stretcher between them. I sighed in relief as soon as the chopper landed and the medical team came racing towards, the wind of the helicopter making it a slightly difficult task.

Jasper opened the door, meeting the doctors. "Greetings!" one of them yelled. "We hear theres passenger in need of attention?"

Emmett jumped out with Jasper before I slid forward to gently hand Bella to them. Em took her easily into his arms, placing her on the stretcher. The friendly doctor immediately began to check her over, yelling at his assistants who crowded around him.

I turned quickly to see Angela watching from the pilot seat. She was chewing gum idly with her sunglasses hiding her eyes. I smiled thankfully at her and she nodded in return, waving for me to follow Bella. Quickly I jumped out of the chopper and ran after the team of doctors along with Jazz and Em. I could hear the helicopter taking off again but I didn't look back. Bella needed me now and I would always go to her.

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Slang:

Blood typed tape - (FORGOT TO MENTION THIS ONE LAST CHAPTER!) Edward was wearing his blood type on his boot so if he was ever unconscious the medics would know his blood type.

Timbuktu - an African city that most people have always thought was mythical. I don't mean the real place. Its just a figure of speech in my story.

Discharge - A military discharge is given when a member of the armed forces is released from their obligation to serve. In this case, Edward means getting fired for not following the rules.

Author's Note:

1. I'm sorry for some mistakes but this chapter hasn't been beta-ed! Reason why I have been away for a while: school. I had end of the semester projects in almost every class. But I just finished my English exam and I can now move on to my new classes including another history class. More historical fan fiction…?

2. I went to Las Vegas not so long ago. No wonder they call it Sin City. Lol Saw The Phantom of the Opera and loved it. A really fun trip but a one time thing for me. I'd rather go to Florida.

3. Ever seen Avatar? (OMG AWESOMENESS! MY NEW OBSESSION! Maybe Avatar fan fiction in the future?) Seen the helicopter pilot? That's how I picture Angela! DAMN YOU JAMES CAMERON! YOU STOLE MY IDEA! Lol And I'm sorry if I got all the helicopter mumbo jumbo messed up but I've never actually been in a helicopter so I'm taking this stuff from movies.

4. I also have a new book to recommend. Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick. A story about a fallen angel. Actually really good. And a movie to recommend: The Hurt Locker. About the bomb squad in Iraq. Really good movie but very sad. Actually got me back in the mood to write about my boys.

5. More songs to rock out to on my profile. Next chapter will probably be the last for my boys. I know, sad isn't it? BUT I do have lots of other ideas for stories so help me decide: Cowboy Edward or Undercover Edward? Ooo, the mystery of it all!

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