WOUNDED

Chapter 8

The feeling of pulling the trigger on someone you knew nothing about was the most horrible feeling Sarah imagined you could ever feel. The man she killed may have been a long way from innocent but he still may have a family, and she took him away from them. It was so painful. She couldn't stand keeping the tears inside her, she just burst into tears in the police car halfway to the hotel. Sargent Quigley didn't know what to say, he'd been trained to not feel emotion in this kind of situation. All he could do was put a reassuring hand on hers. What he did may have been small, but it had a big effect on Sarah. She smiled up at him and stopped crying.
"How do you do it, kill people?" Sarah asked.
"I've had a lot of training, but even still, I feel slight emotion, but I think to myself, one life is better than more, so I'm able to get on and do my job." Sargent Quigley answered.
With that Sarah tried hard to convince herself that on life was better than more, eventually she did it. She no longer felt upset and distraught, in fact, she felt like she'd just saved the world, even though she hadn't.
They arrived at the hotel ten minutes later. The building was made with glass and an orange-like polished wood. It was a relatively small hotel compared to others but it was way more luxurious. It was a two stories high with 20 rooms in it. Well, more like twenty houses. Each one consisted of three bedrooms with king size beds and a not so mini mini fridge in them. Each bedroom had an ensuite that was bigger than most regular sized bathrooms. The ensuite had a toilet and a sink, like all ensuites, but it also had a bath big enough for someone about 5 foot 5 to lie down flat in. There was a sitting room with three big two seater recliner couches and a 55" TV, that had a hug wall to wall window, looking out over the Hawaiian countryside, or as most people called it, the jungle. To top it all off the bathroom was as big as the bedrooms and came with a toilet, sink, shower, bath and a jacuzzi. Aside from the rooms the hotel had a huge range of facilities. There were the normal ones you'd almost expect from a hotel plus more. These were the first things the children did after dumping they're bags in they're rooms. They ran downstairs to the front desk and asked about the activities. The receptionist sounded like she'd either trained for this question or had just been asked it a lot.
"Well, there's a kids club at 10am-2pm. Since you're staying a week you will be able to do all the activities when your they're. Tomorrow you will go to the playground for half an hour then come back grab your gear and go swimming for an hour, leaving time in between to get your gear and get changed. After swimming you will play soccer for an hour, then for the last hour you'll play laser tag. Does that sound good?"
"Yes!" The three kids said.
"Would you like me to tell you about the next few days of the club?" The receptionist replied.
"Yes!" The three kids chorused again.
"Okay then, on Tuesday you'll be playing hockey, going biking, going karting and then horse riding. On Wednesday you'll have tennis, badminton, volleyball and, my favourite, traditional Hawaiian hula dancing. On Thursday, it's what we call American day, you'll be doing American sports. These are baseball, basketball and American football, along with pool and snooker. On Friday, it's Irish day, you get to do Irish sports you might have heard of called Gaelic Football, Hurling and Gaelic handball. There are only three on that day because they take a while to learn and get used to. That's the week planned out, any questions." The poor receptionist asked, not realising the kids were Irish.
They couldn't contain themselves. All three of them broke into hysterics. The receptionist was confused
"What's so funny?" She asked
The kids couldn't stop though, and to make things worse they started making jokes, IN PROPER IRISH ACCENTS.
"Oh yes boys, got to get that hand pass correct." James said in fits of laughter.
"Oh yes, must be correct, can't go playing no match and be throwing the ball to each other.." Molly replied, laughing non-stop.
"STOP GUYS! SHE DIDNT KNOW WE WERE IRISH, IT'S NOT SOMETHING TO MAKE FUN OF HER FOR!" Sarah said sternly, stopping laughing immediately.
"Oh it's quite alright. Can I ask though, what's a hand pass."
"Oh it's the way you pass the ball in football and hurling. In football you hold the ball on one hand then use make a fist with your other hand and hit it in the direction you want to pass it. Then in hurling you throw it up from your hand and hit it in the direction you want to pass it, like a serve in Gaelic handball."
"Oh, okay. Thank you. Oh, by the way, you're free to use the facilities now, but you need a responsible adult to watch you or play with you, unless your only going the playground."
"What about a Five-0 operative." Sarah asked.
"Well, I suppose, if you've got one."
"Great. Let's go." Sarah said, then the kids headed out to the leisure facilities.
"Stop, you need the adult, or operative or whatever."
"We've got one." Sarah replied
When Sarah turned around the receptionist noticed the distinctive gold badge at her hip.
"You're Five-0, but you're only like eight or nine."
"Correct."
"We're you just given that by an operative for bravery?"
"Nope, here's my documentation"
"Wow, I mean, that's amazing! Well done."
"Thank you. So can we go now."
"Well if Five-0 trust you with saving people's lives, I trust you with two friends. Have fun."
"Thanks. We will."
With that they left.