Re: “Good luck. You’re on your own now.”
When the shot rang out, so close to her, it snapped Cecylia out of whatever reverie she had been in. She became acutely aware of the tears still stinging her eyes and how cold they felt as they rolled along her cheeks and down her neck. She sniffed too loudly for her taste and try to brush them off her face. She didn't feel ashamed by her display of emotion, simply caught off guard by it. Although much younger, Sean reminded her... had reminded her of Jules, in a way.
She watched Fedor put the lifeless body of the Captain into the HMMWV and felt something welt up again in the back of her throat. She took a deep breath, which she let out with a shudder of emotion.
Goodbye Sean. You got us this far.
This was life, now.
She smiled briefly at Fedor, a silent thank for his opening the door for her. She climbed in.
Like they had done so often before, Cecylia sat in silence next to Fedor, looking at the map in her lap now and again, making small notations. She glanced back at the mounted machine gun.
“I guess you're gonna have to show me how to use that at some point in the near future...” she said in Russian.
Even though Mike, Thomas and Seamus were just a few meters behind them, for a moment, Cecylia almost forgot about them. It was, for all intent and purposes, back to how things had been: just Fedor and her. Just the two of them, on the move, with no destination but West. Now that they had a vehicle, fuel, supplies... they could just hunker down somewhere and let the war roll over them. Grab a little farm along the way and just live there. Just forget everything.
“What if we manage to get to that NATO evac point and it's the real deal? You wanna go?”
This message was last edited by the player at 00:54, Wed 17 Nov 2021.