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"Hello," Wen muttered, feeling like a moron. "Picked one with too little gas," he explained quickly and left the small pack with medicines in it with her. "Sorry, but I'm not staying to help. If you still want to come along, signal me later."

He smiled sadly and then took off through the forest, running quietly. Once he had the ship in sight, he launched the tiny explosive at the nearest guard and dashed closer. The explosive hit and Wen grinned before picking out his next target.

While the inexperienced guards were raising their guns and searching for Wen, the little boy strapped a last explosive to the nearby rock and input a count down. They probably have heat seeking devices...when that thing blows, it should distract them long enough.

Blasting laser fire into the remaining people's midst, he snatched the hoverboard from where it had been abandoned earlier and crept towards the jet.

Once the explosive combusted, stunning the guards with heat-vision sensors strapped on, Wen leapft from his hiding place and whisked into the bubble of the jet's ward. He opened the door and swung in, dodging gunfire. As soon as he was in the pilot's seat, he grinned evilly and returned the fire with the jet's mutliple guns.

Take that, losers, he sneered, selecting autotorrent as he bent down to fix the wires the assassins from earlier had cut.

A lot of fizzing and attaching and detaching and cursing later, Wen straightened his back and shut the panel that had been open. The auto-torrent had long stopped, its job done. Hehehe...no one knew I had that application installed, did they? he thought, turning the switch off and testing the engine. To his delight, it worked and the jet whirled to life.

After running a quick diagnostic test on the jet and the wards, Wen blasted it off. He checked the flying mechanisms with a few tricks and then hovered momentarily over the lake and tapped a message into the keyboard and sent it to Milinda below, via the communication function of their glasses:

"You sure you don't want to come back?"

Wen nodded and noted Milinda's parents next to the plane he's borrowed. He swerved the J14 around to shoot them, but remembered Milinda and thought she might want that satisfaction herself. He typed a affirmative reply and goodbye to Milinda and zoomed off.

Only when he was past border did Wen finally sigh, relieved and glad to have escaped.

Wen cruised through the air easily. He let relief wash over him for a rare moment, flying wildly above the clouds with no one in the backseat. Milinda's parents had taken the gear, but that didn't bother him; there was plenty more back at base.

Finally, as he saw the screen before him indicate he was nearing home, Wen felt nervousness creep back into him.

What am I going to say?

((Does someone else want to control the officer?))

((cool, thanks! And sorry; I had to got to cook dinner wink ))

Wen landed the plane gracefully on the runway and steered it into the storage area carefully. He didn't have anything to grab hold, so simply opened the hatch and leapt out.

"G'evening sir," he greeted. His tone was calm and respectful, and his poise betrayed no sign of nervousness or tension. He saluted and stood at attention, waiting for the officer to address him.

"A.I.T. Milinda Shortz was killed in duty, sir." Wen reported, expression still solemn.

"Assassins were waiting for us when we landed in Germany," he continued, knowing the next question would entail recounting the events. He thought carefully, given his knowledge of the tracking dots in the watches and reported: "I managed to escape, but she was killed soon after landing. Later, her body was run over by a passing truck. I managed to steal a small plane from the local airport. As the plane was short on gas, I maneuvered it back to the assigned craft and escaped via it."

He then silenced, completely composed. What will be, will be...

Wen saluted again, and then hurried off. He filed a summary of the mission, with the same story he had just said, complete with details about the stolen equipment. He had all the details of Milinda's "death" planned out on the flight back, and recorded them as such.

After that, he retired to his room and promptly fell asleep.