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All Good Things Come to Those Who Wait	By : torturequeen06 Category: M through R > Predator Views: 13301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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All was silent in deep in the woods when just moments ago, the sounds of screeching and gunfire could be heard echoing throughout the thick trees. The silence was almost as deafening as the gunfire that had, but it was not as alerting to the creatures that lived in the wooded area. Deer and other small woodland creatures slowly trekked their way back into the trees that they knew as their homes, having been frightened out by the scent of the large black creatures that had ran through the woods just under an hour ago. They dared to leave their hiding places because the silence comforted them, though the air was heavy laden with the scent of blood and death. The smell of death, which frightened them most of all, was so far away that they knew danger was no longer near them. Their instincts told them it was safe and they always obeyed their instincts.
Unlike the woodland creatures, the men residing in the military complex did not feel safe. In fact, their instincts were telling them to run and get out as soon as they can before those black hideous monsters came back, and they were all sure they would come back. Groans and screams of pain only intensified their desire to take flight, but they had to stay. It was their duty to stay and they were not cowardice men. They would stay and protect the scientists in the compound just as they were ordered to. Facing death a thousand times would be better than being called a coward. Even as the sweat rolled down their faces, as their fingers went numb, and their hearts raced fiercely in their chest, they would do what was commanded of them and they would do so with whatever honor comes with facing death.
Facing death was something General Evans had done more times than all of his men�s ages put together. He had not only stared death in the eyes in the battlefield, but at home as well, dealing with his sometime homicidal daughter as she grew up. Even when she was just a babe, the General had always known Jack would be the death of him. Only that small woman he called daughter would kill him, and only her. Not even the cancer (only he and his doctor knew about it) that was slowly eating away at his insides would be his demise.
When he had first found out about his unfortunate luck in health, General Evans had known that Jack would somehow make her reappearance. And, though it pained him to admit it, he was glad that she had. She would bring the end to his insurmountable pain that he was in. Of course, he was not going to inform her that he was sick and dying for the fact that she would just let him suffer. Jack would just sit back and enjoy the show while he slowly withered and died. No, to inform her would be folly and it was the reason why he had not told Ashley, besides the fact that he, too, would get a kick out of watching his father die. If he told Ashley, the young male would surely tell his sister and she would make it a known fact that she was going to take a great amount of pleasure in his suffering, and that was something the General did not want. What he wanted was to die, and all he had to do was keep pushing Jack until she finally reached her breaking point and killed him. The General had a feeling that he would not have to wait much longer.
Silently, so not to draw attention to himself, the General walked the halls of the complex, occasionally glancing from side to side to check on what few men he had left and make sure that they were at their posts. All of the men were in their proper places, but they had seen better days. Most were pallid and sick looking, while others had beads of sweat pouring down from their foreheads and into their eyes. When the General passed, they refrained from wiping the salty liquid out of their faces, too afraid to even move in his presence. And that was the General�s legacy. Two children that hated him, and men under his command so frightened of him they did whatever it took not to be noticed by him. The man could hardly recall most of their names, even those that were now wounded or dying in the medical wing. It was a legacy he felt he could be proud of and leave it behind for someone else to take up the mantle, whoever that may be.
As he rounded a corner, one of the men, a much younger male who looked as if he just graduated boot camp, came into view short of breath and glancing frantically about him. When he spotted the General he gave a shot with his superior�s name and ran to him. Panting heavily, he spoke words that General Evans could not decipher. �Son,� the General started, �catch your breath and repeat what you have just said.� It was a rare moment of kindness on the General�s part. Normally, he would have just yelled at the boy to spit it out, but the messaged the young man had must be important or he would not have been running to find the General. Getting the full message in one shot would save time and there would be no need of questions later.
A few seconds later, the young male recovered his breath and straightened himself. Before he even started speaking, he gave a solute. �Sir,� the male started strongly staring his superior in directly in the eyes, and the General gave him the order to speak freely. �The Board just contacted us. I spoke with them myself. They wanted me to inform you that with the new information that they received from the battle, they are sending a member of the board to oversee the project. She will be here within the day. They want the test subjects well rested before she arrives, and that is including Trunks.� The nickname Jack had given the large alien creature had stuck well and she even got the men calling him that.
With a nod of the head, the General thanked and dismissed the young man. The General slammed the side of his fist against the nearby wall as soon as the young man was out of site. He did not need to ask who the board member was, he already knew that. As soon as the young man had said �she� he already knew it was going to be Margret Burke, his ex wife and mother to his children. Currently, she was the only female board member and the only one who would take all day to get there. If it had been any other board member, they would have been at the complex within the hour. But since it was Margret, she would want to take her sweet time not wanting to come into contact with her hated ex husband. The General did not blame her given he avoided her like the plague as well. The only time that they physically came into contact with each other was when the General had to see the board personally, and he would have liked to keep it that way. But, as of late, things never seem to go his way.
There was a small part of the General that was happy that it was his ex wife coming and not some other board member. It was not because that small part of him still loved her, all love for that woman vanished long ago, but because she was more lenient than the others. There was just certain stuff that he had been doing that she would look over, while the others would see him punished for it, like the failure to capture any of the xenomorphs alive or the fact that the main test subject was critically injured, or so they believed. Margret would just see everything as a minor setback. To her, nothing was a complete failure, they were just small bumps in the road and all you had to do was be patient and the road would become smooth. He clearly remembered her saying that to him every time something bad had happened, and it was just as annoying to think about it as it was to hear it all those years ago. Once she got there, he was sure it was going to be one of the first things out of her mouth. Oh, he was really not looking forward to her arrival.
After his sudden burst of aggression, his hand completely numb of the pain that should have been present, the General decided to seek out his children and tell them the news. Jack would be ecstatic that she would be able to see her mother once again, but Ashley would be mildly discontent. Every time mother and son come into contact, there was an argument. It could be over the smallest of things, like Ashley not having brushed his hair correctly, but it would turn into a huge blowout and the two would stop speaking for some time. Eventually, they would get over what had happened and start to speak, but neither of them would ever apologize both of them believing that it was the other to blame. They were too similar to stand each other and the only difference was that Ashley was colder in nature than his mother, much colder.
Trying his best to get rid of all thoughts of his ex wife, the General traversed the halls finding more pleasant things to think of. He found this task rather difficult and his thoughts constantly turned back to the woman he had once loved. So, he gave up trying to think of anything and focused on finding his son and daughter, which turned out to be an easy task since they were currently in the same room and he happened to be on the floor where the medical wing was located. It was not long before he had located the operating room and walked through the door, not once glancing in Hamilton�s direction, who was leaning against the wall on the left side of the door.
Upon walking through the door he spotted Jack and Ashley in the middle of the room, screaming at each other. It was rare to see the two yelling at each as they were just then, they normally saved that for other people, and the General was slightly taken aback. He stood still as he watched them, Ashley towering over his sister, screaming at her, and refraining himself from shoving her, and Jack with her forefinger out, poking her brother with it in his chest hard enough for it to make a soft thumping noise. There were others in the room, doctors meant to be treating Trunks, but were more interested in the shouting match than their patient, who was very still, too still, lying on that cold metal table.
It was then that the General realized what and why his children were arguing. Trunks was dying and there was nothing Ashley could do to stop it, who Jack was depending on to save him. Jack wanted her brother to keep trying, and Ashley was trying to tell her he could not do anything. Trunks was just too different from humans. There was just too much risk involved in trying to save him and Ashley did not want the creature�s death to fall on his shoulders, since he already knew Jack would blame him if the dying male actually died. Jack knew what was going through Ashley�s mind and was trying to force him to put his selfishness aside and try to help the creature.
The fight was escalating to epic proportions and the General knew if he did not stop it then, someone was bound to get hurt, meaning Ashley. As soon as he was ready to intervene, the fight came to a halt with Jack stating, �Fine! If you�re not going to help him, I�ll find someone who will!� and she stormed out of the room, but did not go far. Several seconds later, she returned pulling Hamilton in behind her. As hard as she could, she shoved the other male at Trunks, and Hamilton caught himself on the table. �Save him,� Jack commanded in a cool and quiet tone. Hamilton breathed a sigh and shook his head, his back facing Jack. Seeing the refusal, Jack growled, a sound which no human could produce. �Save him, goddamnit!�
Spinning around, Hamilton faced the woman. �If I do save him, he will not like it. His people view a death during a battle or a hunt as honorable, and they all want an honorable death. To save him would rob him of that death.�
�There�s nothing honorable about this death,� Jack stated shaking her head. �He was not in a hunt, he was not fighting willingly. He was being forced to fight and now, he�s dying in captivity. There is no honor dying in a cage. Now, save him.�
�If I do save him,� started Hamilton, �will you take full responsibility? When he wakes up and is angry, will you and you alone, explain to him why you forced me to do what I�m about to do?� Jack was about to answer, but Hamilton was not finished yet. �And will you take responsibility for his life, because he will be yours to take care of until you see it fit that he dies.� Jack did not even hesitate in giving her answer; she had already made up her mind long before Hamilton had even started to ask his questions. Yes, she would do whatever Hamilton asked as long as Trunks was alive and well. Hamilton shook his head sullenly at her answer. �Get out,� he spoke just above a whisper. �All of you.�
One by one, everyone obeyed Hamilton�s order and left the room quietly, some in haste. Jack was the last one in the room and she stood waiting to see what he was going to do. Anticipating that Jack would not leave, Hamilton already had a job for her to do. From one of the many pockets strategically located on his pants, Hamilton pulled out a little vial with an obsidian liquid inside of it. �Get me a needle,� he ordered. Jack moved quickly to do as she was told and went on a search to find the needed item. While she was searching, Hamilton decided to ask her a few questions that might help him figure a few things out. Like just how much she knew about his people. He knew she had spent at least a few years amongst them, but he did not know exactly what she had been taught or shown. �I�m guessing you know what this stuff is, right?�
A small curse exited out of Jack�s lips before she answered, �Yes, I know what it is. I know what it does, and I know exactly how it feels. Don�t worry about trying to make me feel guilty about having to inject him with that stuff, I already feel guilty, but if it saves him, then I don�t really care.� Hamilton shook his head and told her he wanted her to tell him exactly what it is. Jack sighed heavily and told him what his mother told her long ago. The black liquid he was about to inject into Trunks was a type of poison, or at least it was considered a poison. The victim of whoever is injected with it would feel massive amounts of pain and would be rendered useless for hours, sometimes days. It would feel like they were dying, but they would not die. Instead, they would be healed of all wounds and any sickness within the body. Jack had only used the poison once, when she was injured during the weapon training Hamilton�s people had her do, and that was the only time she had ever used it or will ever use it. It had been a pain that she had never conceived was possible. After that, she had become a little more careful during training and refused the stuff when it was offered to her. She would rather heal at a slower pace, though a slower pace for her was now double, or more, the rate of that of a normal human.
After a short search, Jack finally found the needle and tossed it to Hamilton. He caught it and opened the plastic package it was sealed in. �What else do you know?� he asked her, trying to pry more information from her. Once he got the needle out of the package he went about filling it up with the black poison.
�At the moment, I don�t remember,� Jack admitted. �All my memories rushed back to me at once and they�re all jumbled up. Conversations I had with people are mixed with other conversations I had with other people. I just can�t make sense of it all.�
Hamilton nodded in understanding. �You just need a little time to get everything straight. But sadly,� he slowly pushed the needled into one of Trunks� veins, �we really don�t have time for you to figure everything out. You�re just going to have to wing it. Now,� he started as he pulled the needle out, �you�re going to have to help me hold him down.� Before Jack even had time to move, Trunks released a roar of pain that filled the small space of the room and spilled over into the hallway, making the ones waiting outside of the door wonder just what they were doing to the creature. �Well, this affected him faster than I thought it would,� admitted Hamilton in a strangled tone as he held down one of Trunks� arms that he was struggling to get free. Trunks� free arm was headed on a collision course with Hamilton�s head, and seeing that, Jack sprinted to the other side of the room, grabbed it and held it down with all of her might.
When using the black liquid poison, for which there was no name for, the receiver would be strapped down to whatever they were lying on so they could not cause themselves or anyone around them harm. The straps were normally very thick and nearly impossible to break, but in some instances, they had been. When that happened, the victim would cause themselves more harm by thrashing about and in some cases, they had actually gotten up and ran around, attacking anyone that tried to help them, blinded by pain. If there had been straps available, Hamilton would have strapped Trunks down before he had administered the poison, but as luck would have it, there were no straps and he was sure that even if there were, they would not have been able to hold the yautja down. Hamilton and Jack combined could barely keep a hold on the struggling male and he was fearful that soon Trunks would break out of their grasps, and there was no telling what damage he would cause if that were to happen.
�Oh my God!� Jack hardly managed to shout in a panicked tone. �Hamilton, look at his chest!� Daring a glance at the yautja�s chest, Hamilton saw what was causing Jack�s panic. Dark black liquid was splashing out of the wound in sputtered bursts. It pooled on the male�s large chest and cascading down in a river to the metal bed beneath him. �Is that normal?!� asked Jack in a screeching voice. �No� was going to be Hamilton�s answer but before he could even attempt to utter the one syllable word, Trunks gained a sudden burst of power and threw both him and Jack off of him.
Being far enough away from the wall behind him, Hamilton was fortunate enough to have time to land on his feet, however, Jack was not as fortunate as he and was slammed into the nearby wall behind her. All breath was knocked out of her and her head hit the wall and a loud crack resounded in her ears. Instantly, her eyes started to drop but she forced herself to stay conscious when he eyes landed on Trunks who was now standing and heading toward Hamilton. With her head throbbing, Jack pushed herself up and off of the wall. It was when she was standing there, trying to think of something to do, that she felt something warm run down her neck. Instinctively, she reached back and touched her neck. When she removed her hand and brought it to the front of her to see what was on her hand, her breath caught in her throat. Blood. It was blood. Dark warm blood.
Her blood.
At the sight of the her own blood, that was slowly running down her fingers to the palm of her hand, Jack�s heart started to race, only causing more of the substance to pool out of her head. There was a time, when she was the test subject for Hamilton�s people (Arathians was what they called themselves), that she had learned to somewhat control her little problem. They had taught her breathing exercises that would help her calm down and keep her instincts from taking over her mind. But, at that moment, she could no longer remember those exercises. Her hand slipped out of her view as it fell limply at her side. Honey brown eyes spotted the creature that had caused her harm and instincts told her he was a threat and she had to eliminate that threat.
Inhumanly quick, Jack leapt onto the medical table before her and then onto the threat�s back, lacing one of her arms around his neck and her legs just below his ribcage. She snarled in his ear before she bit the flesh at the crook of his neck, attempting to literally take a chunk out of him. A roar of pain and rage escaped the creature.
When the female Jack had bitten into his neck is when B�rasch had awoken from his own trance. The pain his body had gone through had diminished completely, and a new one had arrived. Reaching behind him, he attempted to throw the small female off of him, but she had a strong grip on him and seemed determined to get that piece of flesh in her mouth off of his body. Finally, he managed to get his hand around her small neck, leaned forward, and tossed her away from him. He had used more force than he had intended and the female�s body went sailing through the air. Surprisingly, the female landed on her feet and whipped her head around to face him, and B�rasch knew that there was something wrong with the female Jack. There was something missing in her eyes. All things that made her her were gone from them. They were just blank. Then, the female released a hiss that sounded like nothing B�rasch had ever heard before and ran at him.
Before she even reached him, the female fell to her knees and she released a small moan. B�rasch turned his head toward the door and spotted the General standing in its wake, that damnable device in his hands, his finger holding down the button. B�rasch took a step toward the male and a growl issued from deep within his chest. �Don�t even think about it,� the General started while looking at B�rasch, �or I�ll hit you with it too.� B�rasch stopped all movement toward the male, having felt enough pain that day.
The General stepped quickly to his daughter and kneeled at her side. Small pain filled whimpers were coming from her and she had curled herself into the fetal position. �Are you back to normal?� he asked his daughter in a deadpan voice. The General hoped that she was back to normal because dealing with a feral Jack was a lot trickier than dealing with a normal one. But he still kept his finger poised on the button located on the device just in case.
�Fuck you,� Jack answered breathlessly. She uncurled herself from the ball she was in and rolled over so that she could try to stand. All parts of her body ached and she took it slow so as not hurt her body more than it had already was. Managing to get to her feet, Jack shot a glare at her father. �I could kill you right now,� she told him fiercely. �But, I think I�m going to let you suffer a little bit before I do.�
Slightly taken aback from the statement, the General asked, �What do you mean by that?� He tried to keep his tone level and wanted to seem like he had no idea what she was talking about, but there was a slight shake to his voice that Jack caught.
Not wanting people to overhear, though she knew Hamilton would hear it (that did not matter because he probably already knew), Jack moved closer to her father until she was right next to him. �I knew something was wrong with you the moment I saw you. You�ve been having trouble breathing and you�re less active, and I know it�s not your age because you would never let that stop you. Now that I can smell it, I know you�re sick and it�s slowly killing you. I plan on killing you before it does,� she informed him. �And no, it won�t be a mercy killing. I�ll make you suffer like you have never suffered before.�
Upon hearing the female Jack�s words, understanding all of what she said, B�rasch glance about him looking for his bio helmet that must have been removed while he was unconscious. Locating it on one of the many small tables in the room, B�rasch retrieved it and put it on. When he looked at the male, he realized that the female Jack was correct. He was sick, and very sick indeed. B�rasch was very shocked that the male was even alive, much less standing, at that moment. The male did not have long to live. His strength was admirable, and B�rasch could now see the similarities between father and child.
While everyone�s attention was on the General, Hamilton took that time to study Trunks. Black blood was seeping out of the wound where Jack had bit the male yautja. The wound was slowly closing up, as was the wound on his chest, which had stopped bleeding. His torso was now covered with the blood that had pooled on his chest while he was lying down and it was starting to dry and flake. Hamilton let out a disgruntled sigh, knowing that he should have gone with his gut, which had told him not to use the poison on the yautja. No one had ever used it on a yautja before and so, no one knew what kind of reaction the beings would have. Now that he knew the outcome, Hamilton vowed never to use it on another yautja again. It would be best just to let them heal naturally, as nature had intended. At least then, they would not be genetically altered.
And that was another problem Hamilton had. He did not know how much Trunks had been altered. It could just be that his blood changed color, or there could be other things. Physically, Trunks looked the same, but Jack still had the appearance of being human, but she was no longer considered human. It was the things inside of her that had been changed, and that could very well be the case with Trunks as well. For all he knew, Hamilton could have very well made the yautja stronger or faster, or, he could have accidently made him slower and weaker. Hamilton hoped that neither one was not the case, but the latter more than the former. If he had made Trunks weaker in anyway, the yautja male would not be very happy with him, and even if he were only slightly weaker, Hamilton still would not be able to win a fight against him.
Shouldering past her father, Jack headed toward Trunks. When she reached the male, she gently touched his arm to let him know that she was going to do him no harm. He glanced down at her through his masked with left Jack feeling slightly unnerved. It was cold and emotionless, something Jack could not stand. She liked being able to read the emotions on people�s faces, at least that way, she had some inkling of what they were thinking. Being able to read people�s faces has saved Jack many times, just like when Jacob pointed his gun at her. At that moment, she had seen in his eyes that he intended to shoot her, and she reacted. If she had never looked in his eyes, she probably would have been dead at that moment instead of gazing into the mask Trunks wore. �Come on, big guy, let�s get you cleaned up,� she said to him a small smile on her face to hide her unease.
Never did the female Jack give him time to respond. She just walked away expecting him to follow her. He had half the mind just to stand there and do nothing, but he knew that he had blood all over him and it would be easier to clean it off before it completely dried. So, followed her out of the room, but moved to her side once they were in the hallway. It was his own way of compromising. He was not following her to the bathing room but walking with her, which made him feel better.
Jack never took notice when Trunks moved to her side. She just kept traversing the halls in a daze. Her mind seemed to be focusing everywhere but the task at hand. The main thing her mind was focused on was what had happened just a few minutes ago. Now, that everything was over, she remembered that the Arathians had taught her how to control herself when she went feral. She was trying to shift through her memories and remember exactly what they had taught her so that it did not happen again. Jack hated when she went feral for the reasons that she did not have control of her own body and that, most of the time, she could not remember what she did. It was just a dark void in her memory, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not recall a thing. Sometimes, she was able to conjure up sounds, but most of the time it deterred her from trying to recall any images because the sounds were horrible enough.
Several minutes later, Jack had successfully got them to the shower room. She shoved the door open and was glad to see that there was no one in there, which she figured in the first place since a majority of the men did not survive the battle with the xenomorphs. Without even thinking, Jack grabbed a towel and a washcloth (both white) from the many shelves lining one wall and walked to the area where the showers were, which was through a square archway. Tiles of brown and tan linoleum made up the floor and walls of the area and there were shower heads scattered all around with no barriers between each head. A thin wooden benched sat in the center of the room, and that was where Jack set her towel and wash cloth down so she could undress. One by one, Jack removed the articles of clothing that she wore and just tossed them carelessly aside. Once she was undressed, she picked a shower head to use at random and turned on the hot water and completely forgone the cold. Jack�s mind was still elsewhere and she never even noticed when Trunks presence when he entered the area as well.
Grumbling to himself about wanting to take a bath to relax his sore and tired muscles and not a shower, B�rasch removed his small amount of clothing he had on. To his right, he could hear water running and knew the female Jack was showering as well. The last thing he removed was his mask, and he flexed his mandibles after he had done so. Out of the corner of his eye, B�rasch glanced at the female Jack. She was leaning heavily against the wall in front of her letting the steaming water wash down her back. It was then he took notice of the strange scaring on her mid to lower back. There were three scars in total, and all of them were the same in shape and size. They were small (no bigger than his thumb), round, and raised as if the skin had been mounded together while healing. B�rasch had seen other yautja that bore similar scars and they had told him it had come from the humans� burners. Having only seen the scars on fellow yautja before, it was strange to see them on an ooman.
Jack could feel Trunks� eyes on her, which finally pulled her out of her trance, and she knew exactly what he was looking at, her scars. When her clothes were off and he back was to them that was the first thing they noticed. She could not blame them; all scars were noticeable and easy to stare at. It was easier to forgive Trunks and not the others considering he was not human. Being hunters, Jack knew that his kind bore scars as well, but with her skin being so pale in comparison; it was something different to him. �I was cooking dinner when someone broke into my house. I never heard him come in. I didn�t even know he was in the house until the gun went off the first time. He shot me three times before I even knew what was happening. When I woke up the paramedics were standing over me and the guy was dead.� That was one of the few times Jack was actually happy that she went feral. If that had not happen, she would have been dead. That and her nosey neighbor who had decided to snoop around when she had heard the gunshots go off. If Jack had not been so grateful to be alive, she probably would have chewed the woman out for being so stupid.
That was a story that Jack really did not like to tell, since it was, what she considered, one of her weakest moments. She had been caught completely off guard for the first time, and for the last. Since then, she had been sure to keep an ear open for anyone that might be sneaking up behind her. There were still moments when she let her guard down, like when she was lost in thought, but they had become less frequent since then.
After her story was told, Jack heard water running letting her know that Trunks was taking his shower. She was glad that he did not ask any questions as most people did, but she was not even sure he knew how to speak English. He understood it, that much she could tell, but not once had he even attempted to speak the language himself. She doubted that he would ever try and so, she never bothered to force him. She understood enough of his hand motions to get what he wanted. There was no point in forcing him to talk if he did not want to.
Having started her shower first, Jack was the first to finish. She shut off the water and then walked over to the wooden bench and grabbed the folded white towel she had set there. It was not until she had seen Trunks� stuff set neatly on the bench that it clicked in her mind that he was naked and in the same room as her. Before she even knew what she was doing, Jack was looking up. As quickly as she had looked up, she looked back down and wrapped the towel around her and left the room, not even bothering to grab her clothes. She was very glad that she had taken an extremely hot shower because if she did not, people would have noticed her flushed cheeks. That quick glance of him would forever be burned into her memory. Since his back was to her, that was all that she saw, but that had been enough.
Trunks� body had been slightly bent over, him being just a little too tall for the shower head. With the water cascading down his back, every perfectly sculpted muscle seemed to stand out and rippled even with the slight movement his breathing caused. Her heart had started to race and her stomach had tied itself into a knot, and then, she had torn her eyes away afraid that he would catch her looking. She had left the room out of embarrassment quickly and had not realized she had left her clothes there until she was already far away from the room. It did not matter since she had more clothes in her room. Besides, those clothes were covered in filth and God only knew what else, and she was not going to wear them again.
When she reached her room, Jack noticed that the door was open. She never left her door opened and quickened her pace to see who was in her room. To her utter distaste, the General was standing in the middle of her room and there were several other soldiers all gathering what few things she had, which was just clothes and boots. �What the fuck is going on?!� Jack shouted grabbing her father by the shoulder and spinning him around to face her.
The General took no notice that Jack was donned in only a towel. �We have a quest that is staying for an extended period of time. She will be staying in this room since there are no private rooms available.�
�Where the hell am I supposed to stay then?!� she asked.
�With Trunks,� the General answered in his usual deadpan tone.
Knowing the man was being serious, Jack gulped. That was not exactly what she expected. It seemed her life was just about to get a little more interesting.

So, I finally got it done. I want to apologize for taking so long, I just couldn't seem to get this chapter straight. You'll probably notice a lot of mistakes, and there are probably tons of them. I did not take the time to edit this chapter as of yet and will try to do so as soon as possible. I've been short on time lately, so it's difficult to find time to do anything. I'm going to try and get chapters out in a timely manner, but we'll just have to see how that goes.
A special thanks to all of you that reviewed. I know I normally take the time to thank you guys in individual message type things, but I'm actually just trying to get this chapter out for all of you. I will be sure to thank you anyone that reviews properly in the next chapter. Thank you so much! As always your reviews are greatly appreciated and I love to hear all opinions on my writing.
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