Eight months laterDerek still felt a bit of a chill when he watched Jenny walk out of thehouse on her way to her Reserve drill. She didn't remain on a...tive dutylong. Her unit was only activated for the duration of the emergency andonce martial law was rescinded many units like hers were released fromactive duty. Derek understood her feelings about what she did on theexecution field, but they never spoke of it again.The chill he felt when she walked out didn't have anything to do withfear. It. My hair was naturally brown and I typically kept it shoulder-length. I assumed he liked me this way as he never complained.As I looked at my reflection I pictured him behind me, holding me with his hands around my waist as he would. I wiped away a tear from my eye and began to turn toward the bed, but as I began to look away I could have sworn my reflection smiled back at me. Confused, I turned back around but saw nothing amiss.Two weeks laterIt was 12 am and I had lain in bed for the better of. If any of the guys were to pay special attention to Lucas instead of mocking him, they could have saw that very small tattoos started appearing on Lucas’s body, starting from his neck.“What. Did. You. Just. Say?” asked Lucas with a tone filled with ice. His eyes were similarly cold and dark, mirroring the atmosphere, no emotion other than anger and rage could be seen in them. However, if anyone had the awareness and was able to look deep into their depths, a big amount of worry could be. They had started well before dawn and the first stop was a gas station to fill their gas tanks. The next stop was a Mickey-D for breakfast. The breakfast meals didn't resemble the golden arches meals they were used to in the states. The Peruvian coffee was better than the finest coffee house in the States and the burritos were thick and tasty. The whole crew was well satisfied as they drove to the ruins. The driver, Manuel Martinez, was watching the vehicles while the team searched for their.