Teardrops

The grey sky stretched over the wet grassy plains of Washington. The farm before them had once been full of crops, workers and animals. Now it was full of soldiers, trucks and weapons. Rose slowed the car to a crawl.

“You okay, baby?” She asked, turning to Will and placing her hand on his leg.

“Yeah, it's just not as romantic as I had hoped.”

“I know, I'm sorry.”

“No, it's okay. As long as I'm with you, I'm happy.” He smiled.

“We'll have some romantic moments, I promise.” She said, before kissing him. Driving up to the gate, Rose placed her hand on his leg again.

“Stay here, baby. I'll be back in a second.” She said, climbing out of the car. She slowly walked up to the gate. Will analysed the guards. None were wearing military garb, yet they were all well equipped. Seeing him, they had all drawn their guns, fingers resting on triggers. Rose had approached the gate and began talking to a guard on the other side.

“Boss said you were coming alone.” He said, frowning. “Who's that?” He pointed at Will.

“He's with me” Rose said. “He's my boyfriend.” She spoke with determination.

“Boss won't be happy.”

“I'll talk to him. Just let us through.” She said, before turning away and returning to the car.

“Everything okay?” Will asked.

“Yeah, it's fine” Rose said, driving through the entrance.

Ahead of them stood an old farmhouse. The typical white paint had mostly remained, yet was now flaking and a few planks of wood were broken in some places. Rose parked in front of the house, beside some other cars.

“Right, let's get inside.” She said, smiling. Will could notice that she was faking her optimism. He nodded and got out of the car. Rose opened the trunk taking out a few bags and handing some to Will. He followed her inside, scanning the foyer. Some of the soldiers were walking around the place, taking note of the new arrivals. They walked past a kitchen, with soldiers playing cards, while one was stood over a stove. Climbing the stairs, they entered what looked like a command centre, full of computers. The walls were covered in maps and blueprints.

“Andy.” Rose called out. Andy, the only person in the room, was looking at one of the blueprints, stroking his thin beard. He turned around and after glancing at Will, frowned at Rose, who walked closer to him.

“Damn it Rose, you can't bring civvies in here. What if he sees something he isn't supposed to?” His eyes darted to to Will, then back to Rose. “Something classified.” He put an odd emphasis on the word 'classified'.

“He's my boyfriend.” Rose said. “When I'm working, he'll stay in my room and do some paperwork.” Andy looked down, rubbing his temples with his hand, and sighed.

“Fine.” He said, calmly. “Just keep an eye on him and keep him away from the deal.”

“Okay.” Rose said, nodding. She seemed relieved. As she walked back to Will, Andy spoke.

“Your room is down the corridor, last room on the left.” He turned back to the wall as Rose lead Will down the corridor.

When Rose opened the door, she looked disappointed, sad even, as she dropped her bags. Will noticed this and put his bags down. He held her shoulders.

“This is fine.” He said, quickly kissing her on the cheek. “I think it is quite romantic.” The room was virtually empty, save for a single mattress on the floor and an old rocking chair. Rose's eyes began to water.

“I'm so sorry baby, I thought...” She whimpered. Will took her hand and led her to the window, pulling up the rocking chair. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, hanging her legs over the arm of the chair.

“Listen,” He said, stroking her hair. “I don't need a fancy room, as long as I have you, I'm happy. See this view, this chair, you and me. Everything is perfect.” She leant on his chest and held him as he wrapped his arms around her. Will felt the teardrops fall onto his chest.

“I'll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Tell you what, on the way home, we'll stop at that fancy hotel we saw and get you into the spa, get a king size bed and unlimited room service. Okay?”

“Yeah.” Rose whimpered burrowing into him. “I love you.” Will looked out the window, his eyes started to water.

“I love you too.” He said, kissing her forehead. He sighed, feeling a sense of apprehension, as the clouds rolled by while the sun began to set.

Will was stood in a church. He looked down to see that he was wearing a light grey suit. Beside him stood a priest. He took a double take when he realized the priest was missing his head. He covered his mouth to keep himself from throwing up. He spun around to look at the assembled guests sat in the pews. They were all dead, some had broken necks, others had weapons sticking out of them; knives, swords, chainsaws. He held his hand to his face and closed his eyes. When he opened them, the church was empty. Most of the pews were overturned or broken, the walls were crumbling and part of the ceiling had caved in. At the far end of the church stood Rose, wearing a wedding dress and holding red roses. She walked down the aisle towards him, smiling. With each step, blood seeped through her dress and her smile faded. Once she reached him, her dress was soaking wet and the roses had become white.

“I love you.” She said, leaning in to kiss him. As she did her face became gaunt. Will stepped back, fear striking him.

“What's wrong baby?” She said, moving closer to him.

“Rose, you...” He tried to speak. Lightning crashed down, blinding him. After blinking a few times, he found himself surrounded in darkness. Rose's voice echoed around him.

“I love you.” She said with a whisper over and over again. Will spun around, trying to find Rose. He heard her crying, far away.

“I loved you!” She cried. Sobs became screams as he kept spinning, faster and faster.

He jumped up in shock. Looking around him, he realized he was back in the bedroom in the farmhouse. Rose was lying beside him and had now woken up. He breathed heavily as he ran his hand through his hair. Sunlight crept through the window.

“What's wrong baby?” She asked, sitting up. Her soft warm hand stroked his back. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“It's fine.” He said, standing up. “I just need a shower.” Rose watched him with worried eyes.

After showering together, Will began to get on with some work he had brought with him. Rose walked to the door then stopped before opening it.

“Would you like some breakfast?” She asked, turning around.

“Okay, what is there?”

“Not sure, I'll get you what I can find.”

“How do you know I will like it?”

“I know you, baby. I won't let you down.” She smiled, before leaving. Every other sentence she said stabbed him in the heart like an icy cold dagger. She returned with some toast and milk.

“Sorry, baby.” She said as she brought them to him. “That's all I could get. Tomorrow I can get you some pancakes.” She crouched down and kissed him. “I'll be back in a few hours.”

The hours seemed to drag on, the room became more and more prison-like. Rose returned as the sky started to redden.

“Hey honey, how's it going?”

“Alright, I guess. Just don't like being stuck in this room the whole time.”

“I know, I'm sorry baby. Look, I'll get us some food and we can watch a movie and tomorrow we will have a romantic day, Okay?” She was doing her best.

“Yeah, you're lucky that I love you.” He said, almost cracking a smile.

“I know.” She said, smiling. “I'll make it up to you, I promise.”

Rose came back an hour later bringing fast food.

“Sorry for being late.” She said, putting the food down beside her. “There was nothing around for miles.”

“It's alright. What did you get?”

“Heh.” Rose grinned. “I got you a bacon cheeseburger, curly fries and a chocolate milkshake.”

“You know me so well.” He said, before kissing her.

After eating and watching a movie, they lay together, staring into each others eyes.

“I love you so much.” Rose said, stroking Will's hair.

“I know.” He smiled. She screwed her face up and pushed his shoulder. Did she get the reference? “I love you too.” He held her hand and kissed it. “I'll show you how much.” He rolled her over. Rose laughed.

“You're gonna show me?” She asked, looking at him expectantly.

“You bet.” He said, undressing.

Will woke the next morning to the smell of maple syrup and bacon. He held his face in his hands and stood up, wrapping the sheet around his waist. The morning sun gently brushed over the wet grass, soldiers were doing push ups in the yard. The door crept open. Will spun around, reaching for his hip. Upon seeing Rose's face poking through, he relaxed.

“Morning baby.” She said, sliding into the room. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah, fine.” He looked away, muscles still tensed.

“Relax baby.” She approached him, taking hold of the sheet. “I've seen it all before.” She let it drop to the floor. “No one's going to come in.” She stroked his hair, frowning. “You look tired, did you have another nightmare?

“I'm okay.” Will said, holding Rose's hips. “Just a bit nervous.” Rose looked down.

“You have nothing to be nervous about” She grinned, raising her eyebrows.

“I'm nervous about this romantic day you have planned.” He whispered. Rose screwed up her face, closing her eyes.

“I'm sorry baby.” She said, looking into his eyes, sadly.

“Did you forget?” He asked, with a slight insincerity to his voice.

“No, I didn't. No.” She looked determined. “I just have a few things I need to do first.”

“I can wait here.”

“No, I made you breakfast and got Andy to let you freely roam around the farm.” As she said that, a voice cut through over the PA across the entire farm.

“Okay people, we have a civilian in the compound. Leave him be and do not talk about our work with him, he does not have clearance.” Andy's voice echoed around the farm. Rose raised her eyebrows.

“It will be good for you to stretch your legs.” She said, kissing him. “Now get dressed, you've got breakfast waiting for you.”

Will waited for Rose to leave before getting dressed. Looking in the mirror, he practised trying to look somewhat intimidating. He thought it 'wasn't half bad', especially with his unkempt hair and growing beard. He frowned at himself for a few seconds, frozen in a glare of fear and self loathing. Once he was ready, he cautiously left the room, taking his jacket with him. He straightened his back and confidently marched down the hallway. When he entered the command centre, Andy directed him downstairs. At the table where cards were being played last night, Rose waited for him, standing behind a chair, leaning on its back. Though she wore jeans and a leather jacket, Will saw her wearing an apron, hair grown long and tied up. He stood still, blinking. Was this an hallucination? A vision of the future? Or a futile dream? There was no one else in the room. He exhaled and approached her, sitting in the chair. Rose placed a plate of pancakes before him. They were covered in butter, maple syrup and strips of bacon.

“There you go, baby.” She said, standing over him. “Enjoy.” She kissed him on the cheek and walked out the front door. Will picked up the knife and fork. A steak knife. He spun it around his fingers and held it with a reverse grip. Then he spun it back to normal and began eating. Smiling to himself as he ate, he knew that Rose had made them by herself.

Once he was half finished, people started to enter. Three of them approached him. The first into the kitchen was a slim blond haired guy, with an assault rifle slung over his back. Behind him stood a tall muscular man with a thick bushy black beard. He lumbered into the room holding a shotgun. They were followed by their leader, a slender woman wearing a green jacket with a colt python on her hip.

“So this is the civvie?” The blond guy asked, walking towards him.

“Yes, leave him alone.” The woman said, sitting down opposite Will, while the bearded man walked towards a refrigerator.

“Where d'you get them pancakes from?” The blond guy asked, reaching for them. Will gripped the knife tightly.

“Rose made them for him.” The woman said.

“Your Rose's boy?” He asked, stepping back. Will saw fear in his expression.

“Heh.” The bearded man chuckled. “No one messes with Rose, if she vouches for you, I ain't standing in her way.”

“Sorry about Blondie, he's got no table manners. I'm Jane, fellah with the beard is Thatch.” The woman said as Thatch returned to the table with some sandwiches.

“You're not much of a talker are you?” Thatch asked, passing some to Jane and Blondie. Will had to speak now, he had to get in good with these guys.

“I'm more of a deep thinker” He said, finishing his food.

“You got a name?” Blondie asked, wolfing down his sandwich.

“Will.” He said, quietly.

“D'you play cards, Will?” Blondie asked, pulling a deck out of his breast pocket.

“Now and then.” Will grinned. Blondie began shuffling the deck.

“You're not dealing again.” Thatch said, gruffly. “Let the new guy deal.” Blondie looked at Jane, who frowned at him.

“Fine.” He said, passing Will the deck.

They played a few hands, then Blondie but some money on the table. Jane and Thatch did the same. Will thought for a moment. He was no gambler, but these were Rose's friends, colleagues at least, and he should stay on their good side. He fished in his pockets for the same amount and cautiously placed it on the table.

“Don't worry.” Jane said, smiling. “We won't steal it. Well, Blondie might, but Thatch'll fill him with lead before he makes the door.” Will liked Jane. She was strong, confident and she was made of tougher stuff than the men. She reminded him of Rose a little. She didn't take any nonsense and if a guy tried to feel her up, she would break his jaw.

They played a few hands. Fortunes ebbed and flowed. Blondie lost most of his money trying to bluff Will with a bad hand. They had been playing for a long time as Will noted on his watch. Surely they had some place to be, some work to do. As he thought all this, in the corner of his eye he saw Rose sliding into the house. She had a feline way of moving, always fluid and graceful. She looked a little nervous as she entered, then, upon seeing Will watching her, she smiled and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She stopped at the entrance to the room, leaning on the door frame.

“Well, I'm out.” he said, slapping down his cards and standing up. The others groaned.

“Just one more hand.” Jane said.

“Yeah, give us a chance to win our money back.” Blondie protested. Will gathered his winnings and gave some to Jane and Thatch. He then gave a single dollar to Blondie.

“Good luck, pal.” He said, picking up his jacket and walking away. He heard them resume playing as he approached Rose.

“Having fun?” She asked, smiling.

“A little.” He said, cracking a thin smile.

“How were the pancakes?”

“The best, you know that you're the best at them.” He said, as she smiled coyly.

“You ready to get out of here?”

“Yeah.” Will said, putting on his jacket. Rose looked away, frowning.

“Can you wait outside, while I get some things?” She seemed distant, or nervous.

“Sure.” He said. Rose then kissed him on the cheek and walked into the kitchen.

Will waited for her at the picket fence surrounding the house. This area of the compound was surprisingly quiet. The sky was now blue, white clouds rolled by. The golden brown leaves were just starting to fall and the air was gripped by a growing cold. Will heard the farmhouse door close and footsteps approach. He turned, expecting to see Rose, but Jane was walking towards him.

“Is Rose..?”

“Yeah, she'll be out in a minute.” Jane said, standing beside him, looking out over the vista. “I thought I'd keep you company while you wait.”

“Thanks.” He said, looking around. There were a few soldiers about and quite a large gathering in the barn.

“What do you think of our operation?” She asked, glancing at him. She was sizing him up. Protective friend?

“Well, I don't really know what exactly you are doing, but you seem well disciplined and well equipped.” He said, nervously. Jane chuckled for a second.

“I see. Rose tell you much about us?” She asked. She was trying to find out if he knew anything 'classified'.

“No. She said you are some kind of private outfit working for the U.N”

“Yeah, we can't really go into specifics. I'm sorry that the quality of accommodation is not a high standard. Most of these slobs have never had a good bed in their life.”

“It is alright. I'm fine as long as I'm with Rose.” He said, redirecting the conversation.

“Yeah, I can tell you two are thick as thieves.” Jane said, looking out at the horizon. Then she turned to Will, now looking very serious. “She's a good girl. You better look after her properly.” Will felt a little intimidated.

“I will. I love her and would do anything for her.” He said, trying to sound sincere. Jane stared at him for a few seconds. He made sure not to blink or look away. She relented, then smiled.

“Good. I know you'll treat her well. All of these guys are beneath her, but I've seen the way she looks at you, talks about you. I'm glad you're here with her. I've rarely seen her as happy as when she's around you” She said, before looking back to the farmhouse. Rose had opened the door.

“Alright, see you around.” Jane said, patting his arm before walking away. Will looked at Rose as she walked towards him. She exchanged a whisper with Jane before she passed her.

“Sorry, I kept you waiting, baby.” She said, rubbing his arm. She seemed a little guilty.

“It's fine. Jane kept me company.”

“Oh.” Rose said, smiling. “What do you think of her?” Protective friend it was.

“She's nice.” He said, quickly.

“And the others?” She asked, her smile faded. She didn't like them much either.

“They're alright. I don't think I could stay here for a lot longer though.”

“Right. We won't be staying much longer, just a few more days. Shall we go?” She began walking. She was in a hurry.

“Where?”

“For a walk.” She turned back to face him. “Trust me.” Rose said, her eyes almost watering. She grabbed his hand and pulled him with her.

They walked down a path to leave the farm. Rose appeared to be struggling with a large backpack.

“Let me carry that.” He said, reaching for the straps. She stepped away from him.

“No. I got this, baby.” She said, smiling. The bag looked far too big and heavy for her and despite Will's chivalrous tendencies, she refused him.

“What are you even carrying in that?”

“It's a secret.” She said, coyly.

“Where are we even going?”

“It's a secret.”

“Is everything a secret?” He asked, snidely. It wasn't fun any more.

“Please, just trust me, baby.” She said, stopping. “Do you trust me?” She said, with a solemn tone. The tears were back.

Will hesitated for a moment, looking into Rose's blue eyes. There was no sign of deception in them, only hope.

“Yes, but you are testing my patience a bit.” He said, trying to deflect.

“I know. I'm sorry, baby.” She said, saddened by her own secretive ways. “But, I will make it worth your while.” She promised.

They walked in silence for a few minutes. Rose stopped and gripped his hand.

“Here we are.” She said, taking off the backpack. Will looked around in confusion. They were in a large field with a single oak tree standing in the centre. There was nothing here.

“What am I supposed to be looking at?” He asked as she held his arm and directed it towards the tree.

“That tree over there, we are going to have a picnic under it.” She pointed at the tree.

“You brought me out here for a picnic?” He was still confused.

“Yeah, I mean the weather is not the best but it's just me and you and the view.”

“The view is pretty spectacular” He said, looking at the mountains in the distance as Rose reached into her pocket.

“Also, I wanted to ask you...” She said, getting down on one knee. He turned back to her. “Will you marry me?” She had blindsided him.

“What?” He was nearly lost for words.

“I know the man is supposed to ask but I couldn't wait.” She said, looking up at him, her eyes sparkling. She never looked more beautiful.

“Rose, I...” He stammered.

“Just say yes.” She said, still smiling, though in the back of her eyes she was beginning to worry. He could not say no. Not now.

“Yes, of course, yes.” He said, quickly taking the ring and pulling her up to her feet. He kissed her, pulling her into him. When he let her go, she looked slightly surprised.

“Wow!” She said, catching her breath. “Where was that all this time?”

“I... It was to make up for hesitating.”

“Can I expect that level of kissing in the future?”. She asked. He smirked, then picked her up, slinging the backpack over his shoulder. He ran towards the tree, carrying her.

“What are you doing?” She exclaimed.

“I can't wait!” He panted, grinning maniacally.

Once they arrived at the tree, he carefully let her down and opened the backpack. He unfurled a large blanket and lay it before the tree. He then picked up Rose and carefully laid her on the blanket. Will climbed on top of her and began kissing her.

“Wait.” She protested.

“Yes?” He asked. His grin had faded.

“You want to do this now?” She raised her eyebrows.

“I'm just so excited. I want to make love to my fiancée.” He stared into her blue eyes which sparkled in the sunlight.

Will lay on the blanket, catching his breath, while Rose emptied the backpack. He stared at the greying clouds. Rose glanced towards him.

“Are you okay, baby?” She asked, concerned by his his sudden stoic demeanour.

“I'm just a bit worried about the future.”

“Why?” She asked, leaning towards him and placing her hand on his chest. A lump formed in his throat.

“I don't like uncertainty.”

“There's nothing uncertain.” She held his hand as he sat up. “We'll go home soon. I'll finish my contract, then we'll get married and live in a cabin out in the country.” She kissed him. “Would you like a glass of wine?” He looked at the vista before him. The sun was nearing the horizon.

A few hours later, they returned to the farmhouse as the sky darkened. Will entered their room, while Rose talked with Andy who was in the kitchen. He looked at his phone, a few missed calls. He sent a message, reading; “Can't talk now. Will call tomorrow.”. He then locked his phone and looked out the window. He watched the stars sparkling in the sky as Rose came into the room.

“Beautiful isn't it?” She asked.

“Yeah...” Will said, still staring out the window. Rose sat next to him and pulled his face around to her.

“What about me?” She grinned.

“Unparalleled.” He said, looking into her eyes. “Nothing is as beautiful as you.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, coyly, before kissing him. They lay in bed, watching the stars.

The next morning, Will opened his eyes to see Rose facing him already awake.

“Morning, husband.” Rose said, stroking his chest.

“Morning.” He said, still a little groggy. Rose looked at him expectantly. He realised what she was waiting for. “Morning, my beautiful wife.” He said, sitting up.

“Shall we take a shower?” She asked, standing up.

“Sure.” He said checking his phone.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just need to give work a call. I'll do it after the shower.” He said, standing up. “After you.” He gestured.

After having a shower together, Will walked outside to make a phone call. He climbed up to the top of the windmill. The sky was red as the sun slowly rose, blasting Will with light.

“Authorisation code: 1203 Charlie Tango Uniform 3832 Sierra Foxtrot.” He said into the phone.

“Standby.” A male voice cut through. Will waited, looking around the farm. He noticed new arrivals, a car and some trucks carrying large crates. A smartly dressed man climbed out of the car. His hair was greased back and he had a fixed grin as he glanced around.

“Update.” A female voice came through.

“I'm in the compound.”

“Good, let's go over your targets. Mikhail Konstantin, the arms dealer.”

“I see him.” He said, looking at the grinning man. He's brought the cell a large supply of weaponry.”

“We must not let those weapons get away. Eliminate Konstantin and destroy the cache.”

“Understood.” Will said, apathetically.

“Next is Jane McDonald, former SAS operative and terrorist drill sergeant.”

“She is setting up an operation using a jeep mounted turret and a large quantity of explosives.”

“Perhaps you could use those to your advantage. Have you confirmed her presence?”

“I've met her. I've also made contact with the ring leader Andy, Andrew Durant.”

“Yes, he has been credited as the mastermind behind dozens of attacks over the last few months, his body count is unparalleled. He cannot be allowed to leave with his life.”

“Got it.”

“There is one more target.” The woman paused. “Rose Campbell.” Will said nothing. “You got close to her. Will this be a problem?” Will looked at his ring stroked it with his thumb. He paused for a moment.

“No.” He finally said, letting go of the ring.

“We have operatives standing by at the perimeter.”

“Keep them out until I've finished my mission. I need to find an opening.” He looked at Konstantin, who was examining the contents of a crate.

“Understood. Contact me when it is done.” The line went dead.

Once the fuse was lit, there was no going back. Will saw Konstantin enter the toilets. Now was the opening. He climbed down and went into the toilets. Konstantin was in one of the stalls. Will headed to the sink, turning on the cold water. He washed his face until the stall door opened and Konstantin strode to the sink and washed his hands.

“Hello.” He said, drying his hands.

“Hey.” Will said, doing the same. “Find the place alright?”

“Yeah, but why you picked this place, I'll never know.”

“I hear you brought some specialised equipment.”

“Yes, fresh out of the factory. Here, check out this new 9mm with extended magazine and silencer.” He said, drawing a pistol. Was this the opportunity?

“May I?” Will asked. Konstantin gave him the gun. That was easy, Will thought. He bounced the gun in his hands and checked the magazine. He then aimed down the sights a few times.

“It's pretty good.” He mused.

“Yes, you'll be able to kill many police with it.” Konstantin's grin sickened him. He then aimed the gun at Konstantin and shot him in the forehead. As he began to fall to the ground, Will grabbed his jacket, keeping him in place. He then dragged him into the stall, propping him on the seat. Rifling through his pockets, he found a few more magazines. He pocketed them, tucked the gun into his belt and closed the door.

Stepping out into the cold Autumnal morning, he inhaled. When he subsequently exhaled, he could see the cloud of warm air dissipate. Rose was still in the house with Andy. First he needed to eliminate Jane. The explosives could be used as a distraction. Finding them was not too tricky. A crate of C4 was lying in the barn. Someone would soon be looking for Konstantin. Will was now on the clock. Over the next few minutes, he placed C4 beneath various cars, fuel tanks and ammunition caches. Next, he had to find Jane and that meant infiltrating the area with the highest concentration of soldiers.

The barn was the largest building beside the farmhouse and there were soldiers swarming all over it. A large jeep was parked in the centre of the barn. Will leant against the exterior wall, listening to voices and footsteps. He poked his head around to see someone testing the gun on the back of the truck. They fired a few rounds at a target. It looked like it could fire a few hundred bullets before reloading. The bullets themselves were .50 BMG, capable of shredding through flesh and bone. A voice rose above the gunfire and chatter.

“Alright everyone, gather round.” Jane shouted. “We're moving out at 0900 tomorrow, so let's go over the plan.” Will crept behind the mass of bodies and hid behind the jeep. He took the detonator for the explosives out of his pocket and held his thumb over the trigger. No turning back. Pulling the trigger, he climbed onto the jeep. In the distance a series of massive explosions erupted, throwing soil and debris into the red sky. The soldiers in the barn turned in confusion as Will reached the turret. He pulled the unlocking mechanism, which made a loud click, then sprayed bullets at the crowd, ripping through them in a matter of seconds. As the smoke from the barrel dissipated, he climbed down from the jeep and walked towards Jane. She was hit in the stomach and bleeding heavily. Upon seeing him, she reached for her pistol. Will pressed his foot down on her wrist and picked up her gun.

“Y-you...” She coughed. He aimed at her head.

“The UN sends its regards.” He pulled the trigger. Halfway there. As he left, he noticed Blondie and Thatch in the mass of bodies. Searching Blondie, he took a fistful of dollars out of his jacket. Blondie's eyes were still open. He blinked at Will.

“Always keep your cards close to your chest.” Will said, considering shooting him. Blondie was closer to death than Jane was and he didn't have time to check each body. He saw some grenades on Thatch's belt and took a few of them. As he left the barn, he tossed one behind him.

More explosions went off throughout the farm. Will switched back to the 9mm. He began to run to the farmhouse, but ducked behind cover when some soldiers noticed him. He ran past more cover as they followed him. Exchanging shots as they ran beside him, he glanced at his watch. Will stopped as an explosion went off in the distance causing the soldiers to stop and look away. He quickly jumped out of cover and fired at them. He then moved towards the house, dispatching the odd soldier that was in his way.

As he walked up the path to the front door, he noticed a soldier looking out of the second floor window. He aimed the 9mm at him and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced the glass and the soldier fell out, clutching his stomach. Will paused to check his ammo. He was out of the 9mm bullets so he switched to Jane's Colt Python, which had five .357 bullets remaining. He picked up the soldier's rifle and slung it over his shoulder. When he reached the door, he paused again. He didn't know how many soldiers would be inside, though judging by his kill count so far, there couldn't be many. He took a deep breath, then kicked open the door.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. As Will walked inside, Andy was running across the foyer and Rose was following him. Her eyes widened when she saw Will.

“Will?” She quietly asked. Andy was reaching for his gun. Will fired at Andy, killing him instantly, then aimed at Rose. She stopped. “What are you...” He lowered the gun slightly, tears forming in his eyes. She looked at Andy, then back to Will. She had worked it out. “How could you..?” He pulled the trigger.

Rose was not dead, not yet. She was on the floor, clutching her stomach.

“I'm sorry.” He said, looking away from her.

“You used me!” She whimpered. “You lied to me.”

“I know.”

“Why did you say yes?” She asked, seeing him look at the ring.

“If I said no, I wouldn't be able to complete my mission.”

“Your mission?” She had no idea

“I was sent by the UN to eliminate Andy, Jane and the arms dealer, Mikhail.”

“You were undercover for months?” She realised it was all a lie.

“You were my way in.” He said, quietly.

“You never loved me...” She began.

“I did.” He interrupted her. “At first, it was just the mission, but then I fell for you. I loved you, I asked you to run away with me, so I wouldn't have to do this. I'm sorry.” His words rang hollow.

“I loved you, I...” She stuttered, closing her eyes. A few teardrops fell onto the floorboards. Will looked at the ring. He took it off and thought for a moment. Then he dropped the ring on the floor, beside the teardrops.