He was happy, when he considered it, that she was alright with him returning to the base. He should really set an example for his squad, even though as the leader he set the rules. He had always been a man willing to do whatever he asked of his troops. He took her in his arms and kissed her, "Goodbye, my love," he said, softly, and left the room.
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As Brendon arrived at the base, he typed a message on his datapad and sent it:
Calleigh,
I have to leave tomorrow. I'm so sorry our reunion has been so short. We will be together again, I promise. I can meet you tomorrow morning, before I leave, be outside the cantina, it's near to the barracks, at eight am.
Love,
Brendon x
Calleigh,
I have to leave tomorrow. I'm so sorry our reunion has been so short. We will be together again, I promise. I can meet you tomorrow morning, before I leave, be outside the cantina, it's near to the barracks, at eight am.
Love,
Brendon x
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The next morning
Brendon walked out of the military base. Today he was dressed in his combat armour, his helmet under his arm and his weapons strapped to his body. The cantina was not far, but he had to be at the transport soon. He arrived and she was not yet there, He prayed she would hurry.
Brendon walked out of the military base. Today he was dressed in his combat armour, his helmet under his arm and his weapons strapped to his body. The cantina was not far, but he had to be at the transport soon. He arrived and she was not yet there, He prayed she would hurry.
"Not for long," he said, "it's a very short mission. Search and recover, nice and easy," he smiled weakly.
He had hoped she would not be annoyed. The orders had just come in. His squad had been tasked with escorting a Major to the mid rim to locate and recover the last remaining member of a platoon and a datachip.
He had hoped she would not be annoyed. The orders had just come in. His squad had been tasked with escorting a Major to the mid rim to locate and recover the last remaining member of a platoon and a datachip.
"I will," he replied. He saw the time on his watch, "I have to go."
He leaned over and kissed her, perhaps for a few seconds longer than he had, before managing to tear himself away, "Goodbye, my love," and he felt the familiar wrench in his stomach as he stood and walked away. He did not cry, he was in military mode now, and he needed to look strong in front of his men.
He leaned over and kissed her, perhaps for a few seconds longer than he had, before managing to tear himself away, "Goodbye, my love," and he felt the familiar wrench in his stomach as he stood and walked away. He did not cry, he was in military mode now, and he needed to look strong in front of his men.