Blood. Sweat. Fuel. That's all I smelt when I first stepped inside the command room. The rescued children stood on the right side of the room, being treated by nurses, looking even more scared of us than the other guys. If you saw what happened to the other guys, you’d probably be more scared of us too.

“Drenched in the blood of our enemies again, are we?” General asked as he approached from my left. The Russian man towered above me, but I had no problem raising my chin. “Where is she?” I demanded. He nodded to the medical room behind him, the door wide open to reveal the white walls and floors.

I stormed past him, my combat boots thumping against the steel ground, until I turned into the door to reveal my sister. She sat on a cot covered in red and black, save for the hospital gown she wore. Whimpers escaped her lips and she flinched every time her arm, which was ripped open, was touched. “Sorry.” The nurse treating her whispered.

“Leave her, she's fine,” I commanded. The nurse’s eyes grew wide and she looked shocked and confused. My sister’s eyes narrowed on me. “Really? You’re so much of a bitch that you can't be nice to me after I was in a freaking plane crash?!”

I ignored my sister’s outburst and gestured for the nurse to leave. She got up and left, leaving just me and my sister. My sister scoffed, refusing to look at me. But I didn't need her to. “If you want to be treated with respect, do not botch the easiest assignment anyone could ever have given you after begging to be included.” I scolded.

I grabbed a steel chair off the stack that sat on the corner of the room and sat next to the cot. My sister still refused to look into my eyes. She seemed much more interested in her lap so I leaned forward. “You know what he will do to you for this. I warned you, that you were not ready. I warned you that if you failed, the punishment would be beyond any either you or I have received yet combined. You did not listen. You insisted you were ready.”

“I’m at the top of every single one of my classes!” She yelled in my face. My hand flew across her cheek before I could stop it. She gasped and turned to me with wide brown eyes. I stared right back, keeping my face stone, even as a tear fell down my cheek. “You have the skill, Emily. But being one of us takes more than that. It takes your mind. It takes ideas. It takes thinking.”

“I didn't have time to think! I had to save those kids!” Her voice broke, tears running down her face. “I had to crash the plane.”

“And you couldn't have jumped out of the plane before you crashed it?”

…

“I didn't think about that.” She whispered. I scoffed. “You don't think about anything. And now we are without an inside source and 4 of our men are dead. Father’s rage will be beyond the sun.”

She looked down into her lap again, twiddling her thumbs. Her long black hair covered her face, as full of blood as the rest of her. “I'm sorry.” She whispered. “Sorry gets us nowhere. Father does not hear sorry. He only knows results. So don't ask to be included again until I say you can show ‘em.”

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