Chapter Quote:
"The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its loyalty to each other."
~Mario Puzo
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Chapter 3: Imminent Threat

Bryn

I scanned the next part of Brian's letter, attempting to ignore the intense gaze Felicity was giving me. I had a sneaking suspicion she didn't like me. However, I pushed the thought out of my mind and read:

The war seemed to unfold in the blink of an eye. I don't remember exactly when the forces from the west occupied my town; I was too busy scanning the skies day after day, waiting for "Yellow Thirteen" to reappear.

Before I knew it, everything had changed. The language they taught us at school, our friendly local sheriff "disappeared" and was replaced by foreign MPs. In the beginning, some people secretly tuned into broadcasts from North Point on their parabolic antennas. But as time passed, the broadcasts no longer came in; maybe the satellites were destroyed.

All non-military computer networks were shut down. Gasoline was rationed to civilians. Though we lived in the twenty-first century, we were reduced to using crystal radios and horse-drawn carts.

I moved in with my uncle in town who used to be a taxi driver. Out of gasoline and out of work, my uncle did nothing but to drown himself in drink. I earned my keep by playing the harmonica in the town bar, the one thing I was good at. I'd play for sullen occupation soldiers in exchange for their charity in loose change and used the money to support my uncle and myself.

My uncle trash-talked the barkeep who catered to the enemy soldiers, but he never refused the money I brought home. As for myself, I had a crush on the barkeep's only daughter, who was a little older than me.

Another day passed yet still no sign of the fighter plane, Yellow Thirteen, in the skies above our town.

I smiled, making sure to fold it back up so Felicity wouldn't see the part about Brian liking her when he was little. Maybe she knew, maybe she didn't, but I didn't want to be the one to reveal the secret if it was unbeknownst to her.

I waited for Brian to enter the sunroom where Felicity and I waited with Mobius before diving into the next mission.
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5 October 2004...

"You're alive!" Lucky exclaimed, sounding thoroughly relieved. I couldn't help but smile, imagining his face lighting up the way it used to. I wished I could see him in person. That's all I'd wanted for years now, but this war put up quite the obstacle.

"I'm alive. What about you? Any missions you're going on soon?"

"If I am, they haven't told me. Listen, when this war is all said and done, no matter what side wins, and dependent on whether we both make it out alive, I'm coming to see you, and I'm going to treat you to a nice dinner."

"It's us. Of course we're going to survive. I may not know anything about your squadron or call sign or number, but I know you, and I know you'll find a way to make it through this. And I'll make it through because, well, it's me, and I'm awesome."

Lucky snorted. "I know better than to argue that. Besides, you'll never get me to repeat this, but it's also true."

"I'm burning those words into my mind, and I'll never let you forget them."

"I believe you. Listen, I have to go for some training exercises, but I'll talk to you later. I'm looking forward to our date sometime in the future. Love you!"

"Love you too!" We hung up, and then I froze as his words dawned on me.

Did he say 'date'? As in a date 'date'? As in he liked me as more than a friend type thing? Or was it simply the only word he thought sufficed?

"Angel!" I shouted, sounding slightly more panicked than I intended. My best friend came skidding around the corner, demanding to know what was wrong. Making sure no one was eavesdropping, I told her my conversation with Lucky.

Her grin got wider and wider, reaching almost physically ear to ear. When I finished, she said, "He definitely is meaning it as a romantic thing, not as a friendship thing."

"But how can you be sure? We've been friends for so many years now that it could just be-"

"Shut up and believe a guy likes you. He would not be risking what he is for any girl. I know you two are best friends, but he's calling you every day. And you him. I know you like him as more than a friend."

"What are you talking about?"

"I see the way you light up when you are either talking about him or to him. I've never seen you act the same around any other guy. So my goal is to make sure we win this war so you can get back to your future husband."

"Angel!" I upbraided.

"What? I'm calling it now," she defended. "You two are going to end up married. If I'm right, my only request is I'm your M.O.H. at your wedding."

"First off, who else would I ask? Secondly, I'm not getting my hopes up in case one of us doesn't-"

"Don't think like that," Angel interrupted. "You're both going to make it."

I took a deep breath and nodded. I accidentally allowed my thoughts to run away. It'd been happening more and more recently, at least when it came to Lucky. Everything and everyone else I could think straight and logically about. Not him, though.

A knock on the door interrupted our little heart-to-heart session as Whiskey poked his head into the room, informing us we had a new mission. The briefing would be starting in five minutes. We nodded, grabbing our gear, then following him. I sent Lucky a text to let him know a mission had just come my way. He responded almost immediately, telling me to be careful.

Angel and I took our seats in the front, waiting impatiently for the lights to dim and for Whiskey to start the briefing. Thankfully, it didn't take long.

"The enemy-held Rigley Air Base is located in close proximity to our front-lines, making it the proverbial knife at our throat," Whiskey explained. "A large Erusian bomber contingent was deployed to Rigley. Their intentions are clear- a full-scale strike on our forces at North Point is imminent. Your mission is to catch these bombers on the ground and destroy them. We intend to turn the parking ramp at Rigley into a junkyard."

Operation: Harvest

Location: Rigley Air Base

Date: 5 October 2004

Time: 1329 hours

Angel and I glanced at each other, surprised by the slight venom in Whiskey's voice. His usually stoic demeanor had temporarily been replaced by emotion. It was subtle, but still noticeable by anyone who knew him well.

We stood up and strode off to the hangar, our comrades trailing behind us. It didn't take long for us all to get sorted and into our planes. I led the way out and was soon tearing down the runway, then gliding smoothly up into the crystal blue skies. Off in the distance, where our operation would be taking place, I could see daunting gray clouds. I hoped they wouldn't release a torrential downpour on us while we were there.

The flight to our destination was short, and before I knew it, SkyEye came onto the radio and announced, "Thirty miles to Rigley Air Base. Use the power lines to navigate north. The bombers should be clumped together on the ground. Take them all out!"

"Be calm and give it your best shot when the enemy arrives," an ally encouraged. I refrained from making a sarcastic retort back. I knew he was only trying to help out the nervous rookies on the team.

"Damn it, I ain't going home in a body bag," another one said. "And none of the rest of you are allowed to either!"

I dipped my plane, lowering my altitude, hoping it would be harder to spot me on on radar. Angel kept Halo Team up high. The first target, a non-critical one, popped up my radar, showing itself to be directly in front of me.

"Neutralize the substation if possible," an ally said.

Since I was closest, I took the responsibility of doing so, but not before the enemy saw us coming and announced frantically, "Bogeys closing in on Rigley AB. Scramble at once! This is not a drill! I repeat this is not a drill. Intercept immediately."

"Here comes the party!" Murray exclaimed as I locked onto the substation. However, rather than wasting missiles, I switched to guns. The substation didn't seem very well protected, and I turned out to be right. Within a few moments and a relentless barrage of gunfire, I swiftly took care of the target.

"I don't see how this is a party," Angel responded.

"White Five, this is Rigley Air Base. You're cleared to take off runway five," the enemy said. "Take off as soon as you enter the runway."

I noticed two fighter jets zip above me, heading towards my allies. I wanted to go after them but understood the bombers were our top priority. Instead, I delegated, "Halo Team, engage the enemy fighters. I'm going to go after the bombers."

"Roger that," Angel responded. She and Halo team split off, then surrounded the two jets from all sides. It was one of the signature moves for Halo Team. Whether the enemy went up or down, they wouldn't be able to escape my allies.

Meanwhile, I floored it toward the cluster of targets showing up on my radar. That's where the bombers were located; it had to be. But on my way there, three MIGs lined up in front of me. With all my allies too far away to help, I shifted my attention briefly on the fighters. Lining up behind one, I waited until I got a missile lock.

"Oh, geez!" An enemy groaned as I entered the base's airspace. I couldn't help but be surprised by his language. I thought it'd be a little more distressed and involve more expletives. But I didn't have time to dwell about it because I got a lock on the enemy. Firing, I waited with bated breath to see if my missile hit its target. The fireball told me it had. Smiling, I went after the other one.

"This is White One, get him off me!" an enemy pilot barked at his comrades.

"Ember, I thought you were going to be taking care of the bombers?" Angel inquired, her plane appearing next to mine with her squadron playing catch up with us.

"I was, but then these guys showed up, and you were too far away to help," I replied, firing my guns at the plane when I got within range. Angel joined in, and together we quickly destroyed it.

"You're this badass fighter pilot with the best evasive maneuvers I've ever seen. You're telling me you couldn't have avoided them for like, two minutes?"

"Could I have? Yes. Did I want to? No."

"You're more impatient than me, you know that?"

"I'm not the one who called the Usean Air Force Academy asking if I'd been accepted the day after I turned in my application," I countered.

"Just go take care of those bloody bombers," Angel griped, causing me to laugh at my landslide of a victory. I swiveled my plane back around, diving towards the ground. One of the bombers lay directly in front of me. Still using my guns, I shot at the target, allowing myself to get dangerously close to the ground. Right before I pulled up, I managed to destroy the aircraft.

"Yahoo!" Murray cheered. "Good going!"

"You get any more excited, you're going to crash," Halo Two joked affectionately.

"Don't worry, Paul. I'm not going anywhere, pal."

They would've continued their banter, but the enemy interrupted with, "This is Rigley, we've been attacked! We're currently engaging the enemy! Control Tower, confirm number of enemy aircraft."

I swung my plane back around, causing the enemy aircraft to fall into a beautifully straight line for me. While they weren't the bombers, taking them down now would cause a maze for our main targets to the runway, and would leave fewer headaches for us.

There was a hangar in my line of fire, too. It might not be a mandatory target, but right now, I didn't want to leave anything to chance. I fired a missile at the hangar, another at the first enemy fighter, and then proceeded to use my guns to inflict as much damage as possible on the rest as I flew over them. Shockingly, it didn't take much. They were either crappy planes or more worried about maneuverability than protection. Whatever the case, I was happy with the ease of it all.

"Damn! It's no use. I'm hit!" An enemy shouted. I figured they'd been one of the guys I'd just attacked. I tried not to think about his words. I had a job to finish.

I shot out about two-thousand yards, taking out an AA gun on the way, before flipping my plane upside down and heading towards a group of three bombers next to a runway. Rather than wasting regular missiles and gunfire on these bombers, I chose to instead drop a UGBL on them. They were more effective when the targets were bunched up together rather than a straight line like earlier.

I watched for a brief moment the explosion down below; gauging by the fact all the targets disappeared off the radar, I knew they'd been taken out of commission.

"Alright, Mobius One!" an ally cheered.

"This is Rigley," the enemy base came back on. "We've taken serious damage from enemy attacks. We're going to be wiped out if this keeps up!"

"Keep it up, everyone!" Angel encouraged.

"Get moving! Their bombing's very effective," another enemy remarked.

"That's all Mobius right there," Paul noted drolly.

"Don't go giving her a bigger head than she already has," Angel warned.

"Can't take some competition?" I taunted good-naturedly as I lined up three hangars in my sights. As I flew over them, I blasted them quickly and effectively with gunfire.

"Oh please. I thrive in competition."

"The airport's down. Landings are impossible," an enemy informed, sending a surge of pride through me. My allies and I were succeeding in what we had planned to do. Very few missions ever went according to plan the way we wanted them to. Usually, our missions had at least one surprise we weren't expecting.

"Going in for another run," I said, aligning myself once more so the targets were in straight in front of me. "Angel, get behind me. I'm going to take out as many enemies as I can. Whatever I miss, take care of them."

"You're lucky I like you," Angel responded drolly. "If it were anyone else bossing me around, they'd have my foot so far up their-"

"Halo One, focus on the mission," SkyEye interrupted with horrendously impeccable timing. I had really wanted to hear what Angel was going to say, even though I had a strong suspicion of what it was.

"This is Rigley, do something about those bandits!" the base shouted frantically. "Move the bombers!"

"Look at 'em all lined up like sitting ducks," Paul said. I wondered where he was, only to see him off in the distance chasing after a MIG.

With Angel now directly behind me, I started firing at the targets in front of me. Some were hangars; some were bombers. Realizing I'd been stealing the show most of today, I decided to let Angel get in on some of the action, purposefully firing just under the requirement to destroy them. Instead, I took out the remaining hangars. Glancing back, I saw Angel, fast and furious, firing missiles at the bombers. One by one, they disappeared off the radar.

The two of us circled back around. In doing so, I locked onto a MIG not too far away. I fired a missile at it, not entirely expecting it to hit, but pleasantly surprised when it did. Everyone else seemed shocked, though.

"How?" Angel demanded, not even bothering to elaborate on what she was referring to.

"Lucky shot?" I suggested.

"Lucky my ass." She took her anger out on some ground forces, including a couple of AA guns. I wisely kept my mouth shut. I didn't think she'd turn on me like The Demon Lord's wingman had, but I also didn't want to take my chances either.

"I don't care if you hit one of our guys," an enemy snarled. His words made me shiver. How could an ally say that? Were they that desperate?

"Pull yourselves together! They aren't invincible!" another retorted. At least he seemed to have some common sense. I shuddered again at the idea of turning on my own allies, my own friends. It was the reason Lucky and I never said anything about our missions or our call signs or our squadrons. Did I worry I'd face him every time I went up in the air? Of course. But so far, our missions hadn't aligned in timing with each other. When they did, that's when I'd decide to worry.

"We're almost there, guys!" Murray encouraged. "Just follow Angel and Ember's lead!"

"Yeah, follow my lead guys!" I responded gaily, setting my sights on an enemy plane that had just ascended into the air. How they achieved getting jets into the sky was beyond me considering their runway was in shambles. But their time up here wouldn't last long.

Realizing I was behind them, the enemy sped up, going into multiple loops in an attempt to evade me. I might've lost sight of them a few times, but never long enough to lose him completely. I managed to take them out after a while. Either they got sick of consistently making loops, or they got disoriented from them. Either way, it helped me out.

I nose-dived toward the ground, not having realized we'd gone close to fifteen-thousand feet in the chase. Below I could see my comrades making passes at the targets, but avoiding the anti-aircraft simultaneously. I ordered them to take care of the artillery while I took out the remaining bombers. My plane could handle more than theirs if it got hit.

Albeit being too far away, I started firing my guns, praying the bullets would hit what I intended them to. The hangars were big enough that it might work; the bombers were another story...

But it worked! At least on the hangars, it did.

I watched as one building exploded, then a second. As I got closer, I aimed at the third, demolishing it right as I pulled away from the ground before I became one with the dirt.

"Die you S.O.B!" an ally shouted, taking me by surprise. I'd never heard the voice on the radio before, but I knew it was one of ours. Apparently, I wasn't the only one confused by the new person.

"Was... was that Gary?" Paul queried hesitantly.

"I think it was," Murray said. "I don't think I've ever heard him talk."

"I've heard him say 'no' once," Angel chimed in. "And he says 'yes ma'am' and 'no ma'am.' You'd think him being number four on my wing that I'd have heard him say more than that."

"Hey Gary, you read me?" I prodded, wondering if I could get a response out of him. I was met only by radio silence. "I'll get you to talk to me one day."

Angel harrumphed. "Good luck with that."

"I don't know. I'm feeling pretty lucky today, especially because I'm about to take your targets. Incoming!" I warned before letting loose a barrage of gunfire on the three bombers Angel had been honing in on. I succeeded in eliminating two of three, allowing my comrade to take out third.

"Damn it, Ember!" Angel snapped.

"I'm giving you competition so you can thrive," I countered.

She huffed. "I hate it when you throw my words back in my face."

"Just warn me if you're getting to the point where you want to pull a Solo Wing Pixy and shoot me down."

"I'd have to be brainwashed for that to happen."

"You think he was?"

"They had to have said something to him. I mean, the rumor is he and the Demon Lord were brothers to each other and referred to each other as such often. Makes you wonder-"

"-what the hell they said to him," I finished. We fell silent, pondering the thought.

"They're most vulnerable when they start their bomb runs," an enemy noted. I cringed at the accuracy of his statement because we were. We were diving headfirst toward the ground, usually closer to enemy fire which could hit us, and we may not have time pull up. Hopefully, their shots were as accurate as a Star Wars' stormtrooper.

"The last target is dead ahead," Angel said. "Mobius One, you get the honors since you've kicked ass this mission."

"Aww, I was going to let you have it as a consolation prize," I replied.

"No, no, age before beauty."

"You're older than me."

"I... damn it," she muttered. Unable to come up with a retort, Angel aimed the last transport plane, swiftly destroying it.

Mission Accomplished

"This is Rigley. Our bombers are decimated! Repeat, all our bombers are decimated!"

"SkyEye, this is fighter squadron. Mission complete, we're coming home," Murray said happily.

"Drinks are on Angel since she got the last target!" Paul exclaimed.

"That's the real reason you didn't want to take out the last bomber, isn't it?" Angel asked suspiciously. It was, but I denied it repeatedly. I would never let her know. To be honest, I couldn't afford to buy everyone drinks at the moment. I'd spent the majority of my paycheck paying for the calls to Kit. He was worth it though, and besides, I didn't have to pay rent or utilities or even food (unless I bought some junk food to satisfy my midnight cravings) because I lived on base. If I was paying out the wazoo to talk to him, I wondered how much he was paying...

"Let's hurry and get back to base so we can get those drinks!" Murray encouraged. None of us argued although Angel and I had some good-natured bickering along the way. We were only interrupted once by Whiskey conducting an in-flight debriefing, saying, "The attack was a success. A significant number of enemy bombers were eliminated, and a full-scale airstrike on North Point was averted."

"What? No 'congratulations Halo Team,' or 'good job, Halo One and Mobius One'?" Angel joked.

Silence.

"Guess he's not in the mood for our antics," I said.

My friend snorted. "Is he ever?"

I grinned. "Probably not. Maybe he'll open up if you buy him a drink."

"I'm getting everyone drink's but you."

"Hey!" I protested.

"You dug this hole yourself."

"What if I tell you the real reason I let you take it when we get back to base?" I suggested, knowing fully well Angel would be unable to resist the temptation of a good secret.

"Fine, but if it's not up to my expectations, the drink is off again."

"Deal."

"Can we know the real reason?" Paul asked.

Simultaneously, Angel and I responded with a resounding, "No."
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Present Day...

Brian

"Okay, I have to ask, did you ever actually meet Solo Wing Pixy? The guy's almost as much of a legend as the Demon Lord and the Razgriz and Garuda Team," I stated, intrigued. Some irrational part of me believed all ace pilots knew each other. The idea was ridiculous, but I held out hope she did. How cool would it be if she knew another legendary pilot?

"Not in person, no," Bryn said. "But I've met him over Skype. And looking back on it, pretty sure he was on the ground for a few of the missions I was on."

"How did that happen?"

"I called my cousin one day to see how he was doing, and Pixy was there with him."

"Who the hell is your cousin?" Felicity inquired. Even she seemed impressed with Mobius knowing Solo Wing Pixy.

"Cipher, but he's usually known as the Demon Lord."

I choked on my drink; Felicity thumped my back a few times to help. I stared at Bryn as I said incredulously, "Your cousin is the Demon Lord?"

"Yeah, one of them. Garuda One and Razgriz One are my other cousins. Actually, the Demon Lord is the uncle of Razgriz One," she explained. Words would not form, at least not any sufficient to convey my shock. A grin broke onto her face, amused by my reaction.

Finally, after an embarrassingly long time of stunned silence, I said, "Okay, so I don't know why this is the only question coming to mind when there are so many others I could ask, but why didn't Blaze tell Pixy whose number she had given him?"

"You know? I'm not entirely sure," she admitted. "Want to ask her?"

I nearly fell into another stunned silence, barely managing to stammer out, "A-ask her?"

"Yeah, I can call her on Skype. She should be all settled back at home. She's had one hell of a year between getting trapped in Emmeria, having a baby while in the middle of a war zone, dying, fighting in an air battle-"

"She died?" Felicity and I demanded at the same time.

Bryn nodded. "Complications during birth. They were able to resuscitate her, but yeah, she died briefly. She's fine now."

"Holy hell," I said.

"Before the offer disappears, I'll speak on Brian's behalf and say yes, he would love to speak with Razgriz One," Felicity spoke up, patting me affectionately on the shoulder.

"All right, hang on." I watched as Mobius One tapped a few things on her phone. My friend and I casually sidled around the island, flanking the ace pilot. Bryn propped her phone up against her mug as it rang, and rang, and rang before-

"Hey, Bryn!" A stunning blonde appeared on the screen, standing behind a kitchen counter while holding a tiny baby with one arm and writing stuff down with her free hand.

"Hey, Blaze! How are you?" Bryn asked.

"I'm not fighting any wars, not hiding from enemy forces, don't have anyone trying to kill me, so I'd say I'm good. Keeping busy; my kids are keeping me on my toes. Will and Jem are around here somewhere. Part of me wants to see what they're up to, but the other part is telling me I don't want to know. Who are your friends?"

"This is Brian Galbraith and Felicity Vickers. Remember that letter I told you about?"

"The one sent by the guy about his time during the war with Yellow Thirteen?"

"Precisely. Brian here is the one who wrote it. He had a question for you after he found out you were my cousin."

Blaze smiled. "What would you like to- hold on." Her gaze shifted to something, or someone, over the counter because she questioned firmly, "Will, Jem, what do you two have?"

"A knife!" Two toddler voices responded enthusiastically.

"No!" Blaze shouted, darting away from the camera. I could hear some frantic scrambling of feet sliding and pattering on the floor and many giggles before the sounds of angry crying. Blaze came back into view with two steak knives in her hand, her cheeks flushed. Blowing a stray piece of hair out of her face, she said, "This is the second time this has happened today. I don't know how they keep getting to them. I only keep them in the drawer, and they haven't been near it once today!"

"That you've seen," Bryn pointed out.

"They did inherit my stealth ability." She stared distastefully at the sharp instruments glinting in her hand. The baby in her arms lunged for them, causing Blaze to exclaim, "Not you, too!"

"You're going to have to keep an eye on Shiloh when she's older because it appears she's already attracted to them. So three of your kids are there, where's Lux?"

"Chopper took her to a doctor's appointment for a check-up," Blaze said. "All right, Brian, sorry for interrupting you earlier. What was your question?"

"I wanted to know why you didn't tell Pixy or Cipher that you gave Pixy Cipher's number," I replied, bracing myself on my elbows on the counter as if leaning closer to the camera would give me my answer faster.

Blaze chuckled. "I think you're the only person who has ever asked me that. The truth is I figured if I told either of them, they'd chicken out talking to each other, and I refused to let that happen."

"Were either of them upset with you when they found out?"

"No, and if they were, they didn't say anything about it. Both had wanted to meet the other again. I simply helped them expedite the process."

"God, I have so many questions for you, but I don't want to keep you. I also want to let you know that one of your sons has found a way on top of the kitchen counter behind you," I remarked, causing her to whirl around.

"William Dean, you get off that counter right this instant!" She barked. Her tone made me want to get off the counter, and I wasn't even on one, let alone the one she was yelling at. William reluctantly listened to his mom, wriggling onto his stomach and dangling half his body off the edge of the granite. A pair of tiny hands popped up beneath him, helping lower him down, which made Blaze groan, "James Samuel, you're supposed to be the good one. You're not supposed to help your brother in his mischief."

"Is he really the good one?" Bryn mused.

"Believe it or not, yes. Jem and Shiloh are the good ones. Will and Lux are the trouble-makers. Actually, it's more like Will and Lux get into trouble, and Shiloh and Jem get them out. Listen, I'm going to put the boys down for a nap. Maybe then I can get some sleep too. Brian, Felicity, it was nice meeting you both. Brian, if you ever think of more questions, just have Bryn give you my number, and I'd be happy to answer them for you. If you have questions for any other Razgriz members, I'll have them come over."

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed. "That would be amazing, and I'll definitely take you up on the offer!"

We exchanged our goodbyes, and then Mobius One hung up. She asked where the bathroom was, and I directed her to go down the hallway. When she was out of earshot, Felicity hit me on the arm and whispered, "Don't think I haven't noticed you haven't told her."

"Told her what?" I answered sheepishly, knowing entirely what she meant.

"About who your father really is!"

"It's not exactly something I want to tell her right now because I don't want her to think this is some setup. I'm going to tell her, but I need to find the right time."

"Just... be careful, Brian. I'm getting this weird feeling about her."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I think I've seen her before. I can't place where from, but I swear on my life I've seen her before."

"If you figure it out, you'll let me know, right?"

"Of course."

"Do you two want to hear the next mission?" Bryn questioned, walking into the room. Felicity and I jumped apart, trying to act nonchalant even though our actions were anything but scandalous. Mobius narrowed her eyes slightly but refrained from saying anything about it.

"Yes, we would love to hear about the next mission!" Felicity replied quickly. "What's next?"
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I'm so, so sorry it took so long to get this posted! Work has been killing me, and we got a new dog that we're training, but the chapter is finally here, and I hope you enjoyed the cameo in it J Reviews would be great!