Flash Back
"Dont worrie Marcus! Its just a partoll, I can handle it. Besides Ghost Eye wants you to hange here he has enough people on patrol today"Said a young woman. She was about 5ft 10ins tall. She had brown hair and blue eyes. The woman wore an emmerian air force uniform, with Razgriz's emblem on her right shoulder. She was the last of the Razgriz command Squadron , Shamrock was Garuda Two. "I love you! Dont miss me to much ok?"She asked kissing Shamrock's cheek, and ran off to her plane, the F-15E; or Strick Eagle as most called it. She flared her eingines and took off. That was the last time he saw her.
-Flash Back Ends-
"Shamrock!? Pay attentine dude its your turn"Kiel said as he set a few cards down on the table. "What? Oh sorry guys"Shamrock said as he contuined their game of Poker in the local Pub. Shamrock was no drinker but he always came to have a little fun with his buds. "I love you! Dont miss me to much ok?" her words rang in his ears. Ever since he found out she was still alive, captured by the Estovakians, he felt as though she was trying to reach him. Not through telephone or anything like that. "Hey guys Im going to go ok?"He asked "Alright see ya in the skys"Ghost Eye said and returned to the card game. Shamrock left the pub and headed home...tired, and lonely.
jets roare dover his head, headed back to base from a late night patrol. "Dont miss me to much ok?" "Im sorry but I miss you to much.... where are you!? I cant live with out you!"Shamrock could not help scream as he fell onto his knees. He sat there for a good ten minutes before he got up and finished his walk home. On the table near the door was her picture. He picked it up and smothed his thumb over her head and sighed "Imiss you..."He whispred, and set the picture down. He walked up stairs to their room, her side of the bed untouched for so many years. He climbed into bed, still in his day cloths and drifted off to sleep, the day she dissapred played through his mind once again, a nightmare that always came back. Tomarrow wa shis turn to patroll the out skirts of Emmerian Terotory. He was not looking forward to it, it was the patrol she had taken, that one day. "Come back to me"He whispred still asleep.
-Hey every one my freelancer logs will wait I have a story to write! Ace Combat 6 FTW-
