The Man Of The Hour

We have just left the house in search of the other one. The weather has not been playing in our favor, and it seems that it is only going to get worse. Time is definitely not on our side anymore, as I have no idea what this fucking asshole's intention is with Isabella.

My mind has raced to every possibility that I can come up with, and believe me, that the one is just as terrifying as the other. I am scaring myself shitless into oblivion with each ticking second. With each moment that passes, I feel that we are running out of time, but then I give myself the comfort that it is me that he is after and that he shall not harm Isabella.

While these images are playing over in a loop in my head, the boys are regrouping themselves. With the calm of the moment, we let our guard down for a fraction of a minute too long. And this is one thing you do not fucking do as a Marine!