Elowz!!!!! hehheh sorry!!!! I know I said that I would update a few days ago, but school activities got me busy. Really distracted, so pardon me if the chapter is really, really shaky. Flipino club + glee + dance...anyways, heto na! Hope you guys like it :)
By the way, please excuse my horrible grammar. No time to proof read. :p
Chapter 11
It was a tense drive to the hangar. They took Christopher's car, as Gerald's was previously taken by Sarah. Both men were silent, praying that Sarah would have made it out safely with Xyriel. But everything couldn't stay silent for long. Unless...
"Gerald..."
"What?" Gerald had lost nearly all respect for the general. Taking the twins...the little girl...they were experiments, yes, but still...
"Something's not right."
"What's not right?"
"They haven't contacted us yet. Shouldn't they have contacted us already? You know, the threats, the usual thing that these reprobates do?"
"True..." Gerald sat up, considering. "Unless they already got what the needed."
"Or maybe Sarah was successful."
"Perhaps."
They word hung in the air. They arrived at the hangar, parking carefully beside Gerald's car. He climbed out, and contemplated it. There was a note on the winsheild.
Dear whoever sees this;
This car belongs to Lieutenant Gerald Anderson.
Thanks for leting me borrow it. The keys are hidden
in his friend's office.
-Sarah
He studied her writing, tracing over the loops, the little dots on the 'i's. So much like Asher's. He bit his lip. Kaya mo to, Anderson. Kaya mo to. He took the paper and stuffed it in his back pocket.
