I look at the stars in the night sky.
They shine like diamonds in the moonlight.
I picture your face.
And pretend my arms, are your warm embrace.
We are so far, yet so near.
We found a love, that had no fear.
Capturing hope for something new.
I prey the road I travel, always leads back to you.
We are so far, yet so near.
Our future has never been more clear.
One glance has turned our world around.
We found a way through darkened clouds.
To rescue the love, that we have found.
We beat the perfect storm.
And I promise.
As long as you crash into me as I crash into you,
I'll never let you down.
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Godfrey
In the faint distant you could hear the whimper of a small child. As we sit hidden in the woods, we check over our weapons, our devices and make sure that we are in communication with our team at the base. “How many men can you see in imaging?” Lewis asks, speaking softly into his headset. Lewis is our team leader. He has been with us since we were in our infancy and his loyalty knows no bounds. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for us. “Five on the first floor, eight on the lower floor. The boy is with the main target and the Martinez’s are lined up along the south facing wall. Jacob has scanned the area and no alarms or cameras are visible but proceed with caution. The images are being sent to you now. Mind your fire and get them out unharmed” a voice with authority bounds through the small headsets in our ears. The voice I know all to well as the one in my head. Always pushing me to do better and always making me feel less then what I am. Markus Godfrey, my older brother doesn’t work in the field anymore. He gave that up to run the operations from headquarters and front the IT firm that my parents built when we were children. It took a lot for him to step back but he had too. Someone had to run the show when my mother died. It fell on him to continue her legacy. “Copy that.” Lewis replies, motioning for the rest of the team to huddle together. Lewis and myself are joined by Samantha, Edison and Craig. Markus sent in his best agents on this mission. This happens to one of those cases that our little operation was made for. A man by the name of Sico Vantino was holding a family of five hostage inside. Nothing new for the Spanish/American millionaire who, when he’s not making trades on the stock market, is abducting and murdering whole families for his own sick and twisted pleasure. When we took this case, Markus briefed us as a team and we sat in a dark room as we watched footage of one of his family annilations.
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