Hostage

Chapter 11: Epilouge

Well, Sadly this is the last chapter :(

However I have to finish this up and move on to Overlord, and im sure you want me to finish this thing anyways, no more waiting! However this will most likely be pretty short...

WARNING: Character Death. And I apologize in advance if my 21 gun salute is off, I haven't seen one in two years, so im a bit rusty on the ending...

A light breeze rolled across the sloping hills that the ghosts now found themselves on, endless ranks of white stones stood beyond them. As a new one was placed over the recently finished grave, there was a ring of gun shots. "READY!" a voice rang out. "AIM!" the sound of bolts cocking bullets into place could be heard. "FIRE!" then the second volley of the seven man rifle team fired their carbines once more, in perfect sync.

As the proceedings took place Scott glanced at his fellow Ghosts, each in their freshly pressed uniforms, each decorated in gleaming medals, ribbons and other awards. The small group stood in two ranks, all standing quietly as they mourned for the fallen, losing a brother in arms to them was like a knife to the heart, but they kept on living. It put the term 'life isn't fair' in a whole new light.

"READY!" the Supervisor of the Rifle squad barked, he himself was also in his dress uniform, the black of a Marine. He was also in a small mail of ribbons and medals, not nearly as many as the ghosts, but still well decorated. Scott placed him around forty or fifty, but he seemed to act as if he was on the end of his late thirties. "AIM!" he barked and then a second later he screamed again. "FIRE!".

The result was another seven bullets shooting into the air, still in sync as the Supervisor stood straight and yelled again. "PRESENT ARMS!" immediately the men lowered their guns. "PORT ARMS!" (this is the part I will most likely mess up, sorry.) immediately again the Rifle squad switched their guns to across their chests. "RIGHT FACE!" he barked and the rifle squad spun on their heels, the taps still playing as their sides faced the ghosts. "FOWARD. MARCH!" and then the seven men, along with the Supervisor marched off, leaving the ghosts to stare at the tomb stone.

The stone was white marble, like most of the other stones in the field, on it was written.

David J. Foster

October, 15, 1986-2014

R.I.P.

After a few minutes of silence Gordon moved up to stand next to the stone, a framed picture of the young ghost soldier, smiling a toothy smile and being mauled by the rest of Bravo team as they returned from a mission in Turkey. Gordon cleared his throat and straightened his collar before speaking.

"David J Foster may have been the youngest of us here, he may have been one of the most foolish ones too. But he was a soldier. He believed in fighting for his and others freedom and has paid the highest price for it. He will be honored and remembered, for even in death...no ghost is left behind" he said and then saluted the small gathering of ghosts.

Each member snapped a straight salute. Each then in turn saluted the grave of the youngest member of their group. His smiling face on the picture that lay leaning against the tomb seemed completely unaware of what would befall him in a few years.

As they dropped their salutes the ghosts each moved towards the grave, dropping a item on his grave for their fallen brother, ranging from flowers, and plenty of them, to cards and pictures. When the entire group had left their gift for their comrade who had passed on, Gordon himself walked over and dropped his Lieutenant's bars on the grave. "You earned them in my opinion" he whispered to himself as he rubbed a tear from his eyes before he stood straight before his men and woman.

"Thank you for your time" he said quietly. "Dismissed" he said and the small group glanced once more at the small grave, before they began to head for the parking lot farther down at the foot of the hill, ready to head back to work, protecting a world that so many had died to save.

As Gordon was about to join them his phone rang. The Lieutenant-Colonel reached into his pocket and pulled the small black phone out, he flipped it open and hit the talk button. "Gordon here" he said simply.

"Gordon" a voice said over the line, he reconsigned it as the Head of National Security. "We have a problem...".


Wow only three chapters long....i wish it was longer but I am pressed for time and this was all I really wanted in the ending. Sorry to any of you who liked Foster, I kinda planned for someone to die in the very end, and he seemed to call to me. So yeah... anyways thanks for reading this with me, I might make a sequel if you guys convince me too, and I hope you, or some of you, will go and read my Avatar: The Overlord fanfic that I will be starting soon.

Thanks again and please review. Try not to burn the fic down with the flames. Thats all I really got, I want to thank Rebecca Pitts, Imperial Warlord and LiasMani for reviewing so much, and anyone else for who left one that I missed! Thanks guys! You made writing fun for me!!

well C U NEXT TiME!