The Blind Eternity's
20. Pretensions

About five large 'S.W.A.T' jets at the bottom are flying above the SWAT headquarters building, while one of them is below for Liza and Jerry to enter. The jet had contained the pilot and co-pilot behind the wheel. Liza, about 10 metres from the parked plane, watched the jet with mixed feelings.

"What are you thinking? Hurry inside, Miss Smith."

Liza looked at that voice. Who else would it be if it wasn't the commanding officer other than Mister Andreas.

"In a moment," said Liza. He closed his eyes for a moment. In his brain raging conditions where he will meet Bryan, what he must do when dealing with his lover. Although Mister Andreas said it was okay not to kill him, it was still hard for Liza. It turned out that this was a secret that her lover had covered up, completely disillusioned Liza to death.

"Miss Smith," call Jerry from the helicopter. "Hurry along. We don't have much time." Jerry extended his hand to Liza.

Liza was breathing. The feeling remained stuck in him. But how else? So he chose to reach the helping hand and then went up into the helicopter assisted by Jerry.

"It sucks" Liza said as she began sitting on the seat provided that there were several belts on the seat to hold whatever happened as the helicopter began operating in mid-air. Liza thought, why should the same helicopter that picked her up yesterday while in the apartment. Today was very upsetting for him.

"Put the seat belt properly, Miss Garcia," Jerry said as he attached the belt to Liza to three times the 'click' sound resuscitated the master.

"Your face is too close, bastard," muttered Liza fed up.

"Ow sorry, I don't know."

Liza grieves tickled. It could be that this kind of situation is being used by a bastard like Jerry. I really wanted to punch him in the face. But never mind, it's useless, too.

"Are you thinking about your girlfriend?"

And suddenly Jerry's voice was right next to him. So close that it felt like making Liza's blood rustle to the crown.

The question sounded sincere and a little made him look away.

Not getting any reply made Jerry back to his voice, "You're a good lover apparently. But have you ever wondered why your man would lie just to cover himself up?"

Already, Liza had been asking about it a lot lately, or rather when she knew the truth.

"Eitherway. He just always said to always trust him then everything would be fine. I know those words refer to our relationship. But about this lie, I really did not cross the slightest thought if it turned out that Bryan was my own enemy. It's ironic, isn't it? But even more strangely, I could not be angry or hold any grudges against him - my lover. A little disappointed maybe, but for now I feel like I miss him a lot."

A claustrophobic Eve slipped in filled the recesses of her heart. All his words are honesty. He was just too deeply instilled in Bryan's words about 'trust' that was always the subject when they were together, so his expectations were always positive. But it is inversely related to his feelings.

"Is that so? May your hope be real."

There was a sad tone that was thrown from the sentence that the man had just said so as to make Liza a little groggy. He turned his head and found his mission partner looking straight ahead with a long-barreled M4 carbine in both hands that were the same as his and several other teams.

Liza cleared her throat then followed her straight ahead. "True, may my hope be real."

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"Why can you come with us?! Are you crazy?!"

He's really upset. Very upset. How could a very unlikely person join the ambush with him.

"This is an order from Mister Andreas, Miss Garcia."

"You'd be a burden to be with us, Keenan. Understand not what I mean? You think we're playing around with a water gun belonging to a ten-year-old boy, huh?! Answer motherfucker! Why are you so stupid?!"

Liza's approaching. It's very desirable he grabbed the head of the IT division, oh god. But unfortunately, Jerry had already pulled him back into the helicopter. He wanted to keep away the 'lion' so as not to destroy anyone's eardrum with his roar.

"Look, Mr. Theodore has a special role here. He can track down those bastards," said Jerry calmly trying to deliver Liza to be more relaxed in acting.

But it doesn't seem to work.

"No need! The whole army here already knows where the fuckers are. Keenan has to get back to base." Liza rebelled violently. But anyway she's just a woman of course her strength is not comparable to Jerry.

"Damn! Stop being so fucking know! I don't feel good, damn it! Oh God, why should I have an idiot partner like you? Back there! I don't need your presence. Back with Keenan!" he was bleeding meat. Liza wants someone to know that she no longer wants to see her comrades die on duty. No more. It was so traumatized, really.

"What if I send you back to base? Just so you know, my rank is higher than yours right now, Miss Garcia. And I'll bring your lover's body when I get back, I promise you that," Jerry threatened. Honestly, he did not want to disclose this, but really the situation was urgent.

"You son of a motherfucker!"

Bugh! One punch hit his jaw firmly. It's okay, it doesn't hurt. At least that way, Jerry knew that Liza had lost.

"good. Let's continue the journey." Jerry pulled Liza's hand. He ignored the murderous gaze that Liza gave him.

When she returned to the team, Liza looked up at Keenan. She was afraid something bad would happen to her friend. Keenan is different from the others. He is the head of the IT division, so their training is not the same. Keenan is easy to do anything, but only through his fingers. While Liza and all the troops present certainly mastered high-level self-defense. Really, Liza doesn't want her friend's life threatened.

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The day was getting dark, the entire team present had used AN/AVS-6 to facilitate night vision. Some of them had fallen asleep in the back seat of the Jeep. Sleep techniques that only use 10 seconds to relax make it easier for them to immediately relax the muscles for an ambush later.

"How long is the journey to the base?" Jerry opened his voice. He asked Keenan who was in the middle of two sleeping people.

Keenan escaped his eyes on the laptop that was on his lap. "About two to three hours more. The location of the production house is in a radius of five kilometers of residential residents around. You guys should fuck around"

"We already know. Think of yourself, fool." Liza cuts the word followed by a tongue-tie.

"Stop worrying too much, Liz. I can take care of myself. You're doing as if I can just be quiet while you're dancing your fingers over the keyboard."

Liza, who was in the front passenger seat next to Jerry, stared cynically at Keenan from the rearview mirror of the car. "That's your job. What can you do? I still remember when your bullet missed practice time a few years ago. Mister Andreas was a fool for telling you to come along. Hah~ I'm getting pissed off."

"You're taking me too lightly, Liz," Keenan said as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Who told you to come? Better go home if you're upset with my attitude."

Jerry breathed out hard. When will they continue to argue? Even Keenan would not budge at all. Understandably, where are men who want to succumb to women?

"Guys, you better stop arguing. Your voices are making me dizzy. Please understand my driving situation. You guys really broke my concentration," Jerry said in frustration. He even took off the special helmet of SWAT members he wore.

"You're exaggerating. Why don't you just crash this car and then the problem's over" said Liza sarcas.

"And your voice is worse than the thunder on the outside." Keenan.

"You'd better get out of the car and make friends with animals that are similar to you like frogs, earthworms or caterpillars." Liza scoffs at Keenan.

Okay, looks like the debate will be back at the beginning.

And Jerry pressed the gears of the car and stepped on the gas pedal to pick up the death that seemed to be very close. Because it was the only smcara that saved time and secured his pulsating head. "HOLD MAN! I'M GOING TO HELL TO TAKE YOU BOTH."

Hearing the screech made the five agents who were asleep in the car flounder and woke up instantly. While Liza clutched the handle firmly in the car and Keenan hugged his laptop for safekeeping as if it was very valuable.

Looks like Jerry's plan worked. The atmosphere was silent because there was only the sound of the roar of the car that entered into the hearing and laughter of his demons.

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To be continued.