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ALPHA FOXTROT ANNOUNCES THE AF911 ROMULUS ENTERS PRE ORDER PHASE

Alpha Foxtrot has announced the double stack 9mm AF1911 Romulus pistol has entered into pre-order phase. Alpha Foxtrot states “The 100% American made AF1911 Romulus 9mm double stack is available for pre-order from Mainstreet Guns and Range, 405 Killian Hill Rd. NW. in Lilburn Georgia. This a local event and I have a sample pistol to shoot July 20th and the 21st. Romulus, the legendary founder…

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 43

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 1567

Warnings: Mention of death/near-death and childbirth complications

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Also, I'm so sorry for the delay on this chapter. It's been a rough couple of months because my company decided to do layoffs and unfortunately, I was in the layoff group ☹️ I know it's short but I do hope you enjoy!

Chapter Songs: Every Storm Sweet Nothings

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Hangman

The muffled noise of the hustle and bustle in the hospital hallway outside reminded Jake of many things, namely that he survived his brother's attack. He used it to ground him to reality while he slowly got dressed. Coyote had gone to retrieve his truck to bring both Jake and Ghost back to her place since Hangman's was still technically considered a crime scene. Ghost had left to officially check him out of the hospital. Matt had gone to the police station at their request to assist with something in the assault and embezzlement cases against Nick, but he'd promised to come to Ghost's later to help out.

A knock on his door caught his attention, and without turning around, he called for them to come in. It opened, and Ghost said, "You have a visitor."

"I hardly call you a visitor when you've practically lived in this room with me since I got here," he joked, trying to make his girlfriend laugh. She'd barely done so since she'd broken down about the guilt she felt over the entire situation, and Hangman used any opportunity he could to make Ghost laugh, to let her know it wasn't her fault, to let her know he didn't blame her for what happened, and to assure himself that Ghost had made it out alive as well. Her silence was deafening, and hearing her laugh made him believe in her physical presence when he couldn't touch her.

A different, weaker female voice replied, "Ghost isn't referring to herself."

Against his better judgment, Hangman whirled around, instantly regretting the action when pain lanced up his abdomen. He would've reacted to it had he not seen Juliette standing in the doorway; Ghost stood at her side, arm-in-arm, to support her friend and ensure she didn't collapse to the ground.

"Hey, Hangman," Juliette greeted with a small but sincere smile. "You're looking well for a guy who got stabbed multiple times."

Jake strode over to her, saying, "You look good for someone who died and came back."

He enveloped her in a giant, gentle hug, relieved to know his best friend was alive and well. Despite her fragile appearance, Juliette hugged him fiercely. "Sounds like we both almost met Death."

"Yeah, try not to do that again. I don't think my heart could handle it, and I know Rooster's couldn't.

"He's going to be a complete Mother Hen when we get home," Juliette groaned, pulling away from Jake.

"As he should," Ghost and Hangman replied simultaneously. The former added, "How are the twins doing?"

"Doing well, all things considered. We should be able to take them home next week." Juliette glanced up and down at Hangman. "You're sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, I promise. Are you?"

Juliette nodded. "Yeah. A little shaken, but okay."

"If it wasn't for you nailing Nick on the head with that baseball bat, I'm not sure we'd all be standing here," Ghost remarked, gently squeezing her friend's arm.

"Don't do drugs, kids." Hangman's joke earned a grin from Juliette and a small smile from Ghost. He ached to reach for her but decided Ghost wouldn't appreciate the gesture in front of her friend because Juliette would pick up on the hidden message and ask what was wrong when all she needed to do was focus on recovering herself. "How'd you escape Bradshaw's watchful eye?"

"A lot of convincing and a little bit of sneaking out while he went to get the Bronco," Juliette confessed sheepishly, scrunching her face up with the knowledge she'd undoubtedly be reprimanded by her fiance.

"Which was not appreciated," came Rooster's voice behind them. All three of them jumped at his sudden appearance. He'd come from around the corner with the most impeccable timing, eyeing his fiancee disapprovingly. "You're lucky your mom was there to tell me where you were."

Ghost moved aside to let Rooster support Juliette, joining Hangman's side. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him, savoring the moment of being able to make such a gesture without repercussions or questions.

Rooster shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Take me to bed or lose me forever?" Juliette suggested with a playful gleam in her sapphire eyes.

"The only reason you're getting into a bed is to rest." Kissing her on top of the head, Rooster then turned to Ghost and Hangman. "Do you two need a ride?"

"No, Coyote's picking us up. Thanks, though."

"All right. If you two need anything-"

"We'll call Coyote because you-" Ghost pointed a firm finger at Rooster- "will be taking care of your wife and kids. On the other hand, if you need anything from me-"

"Us," Hangman corrected.

"Neither of you," Juliette interrupted sternly. "One of you has a severe concussion, the other got stabbed and nearly died, so you're taking care of yourselves and each other and no one else until you're better. Understood?"

"The minute one of us can drive, we're at your disposal. No arguments," Ghost declared with equal seriousness.

Juliette narrowed her eyes at her friend. Hangman might've relented under the intensity of it, but Ghost held firm in her statement. "Fine, but don't overdo it when you're better. Concussions take a while to recover from."

"Trust me, I know." Ghost ruefully rubbed the back of her head, and Hangman flashed back to her high school car wreck. His heart lurched at the memory because it'd terrified him then to see her stumbling out of her totaled car in a daze, and it still horrified him now, especially after what they'd just gone through. "We'll see you soon, though, okay?"

Bidding each other goodbye, the couples parted ways. Hangman watched Rooster and Juliette walk away, the latter leaning heavily onto her husband. Worry gnawed at Hangman, and he asked quietly, "Do you really think she's okay?"

Ghost hesitated for a moment before responding. "No. I don't think she is."

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Rooster

Watching my wife, I noticed the smile on her face slowly fade until it wholly disappeared by the time we reached home. I tried to think of something, anything, to say to her, but nothing came to mind. I couldn't even begin to imagine what she was going through. In the span of twenty-four hours, she'd been told to go to the hospital for her pre-eclampsia, walked into a fight where two men were trying to murder her friends and family, had a seizure, had an emergency C-section, died, and came back. That was a lot for anyone to handle, even for someone as strong as my wife, and I felt so useless in not being able to do anything about it for her.

I helped Juliette out of the car, and entering the house, her melancholy momentarily disappeared to greet Raptor and Lightning. She knelt on the floor, hugging and kissing our dogs, who acted peculiarly and uncharacteristically reserved, almost like they sensed their mom's fragile state.

"Hi, babies," Juliette whispered, kissing them on their heads. "Momma's okay. I'm okay."

Although subtle, I heard the crack in her voice at the end, and I wondered if her telling the dogs she was okay was more for herself than for them. I sat on the floor beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Juliette said nothing at the contact; she simply continued petting the dogs. For five minutes, we sat in silence. For five minutes, I watched Juliette's face slowly redden, watched tears brim her sapphire eyes, felt her body begin to tremble until I finally softly said, "Jules."

Her composure crumbled, and for the first time in my life, I watched in horror as my wife completely and utterly broke down. Without a word, I pulled her into my arms and cradled her while she wept. Raptor and Lightning lay on the floor on each side of me, flanking us protectively.

"I'm so sorry," Juliette rasped when her sobs had somewhat abated.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," I managed to reply despite the painful knot in my throat. I wanted to cry, too, not only because it dawned on me once more how close I'd come to losing my wife but because she felt she had to apologize for it.

"I nearly widowed you and orphaned our children," Jules said. "I should've listened to you. I should've gone sooner to the hospital and-"

"And if we hadn't, you wouldn't have saved Ghost, Hangman, and Maverick. I'm not sure they would've made it had we not shown up. So, yes, it was terrifying and painful to watch you die, but you're still here, Jules. I got you back, our kids got you back, our dogs got you back, and our friends and family are alive because of you."

Juliette sniffled, wiping her nose. "I died, Bradley. I- I can't-"

"I know." I kissed her forehead, understanding that she was still trying to comprehend everything she'd been through. It would be a long while before Juliette was okay again, but I would be here for her no matter what, as would our friends and family. We would help her get through this.

Juliette pulled her head back just far enough to look me in the eyes. I braced my forehead against hers and lightly began pecking her on the lips, whispering a word between each: India. Lima. Yankee. ***

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[mars-ipan]

kilo yankee sierra

[oolathurman]

[calpalsworld]

does anyone ever struggle with making the same character over and over again

[mocktortis]

can't wait to name myself Alpha.

if you're transgender and need name ideas, may I direct you toward the nato alphabet because like. delta? november?? echo?? romeo is like the butchest name. please consider foxtrot. being named whiskey would be cool as hell. I know multiple transmascs who were a bit too into english lit and are named victor now. I've met people named sierra who were trans in every direction. maybe don't name yourself golf

[mercuriallily]

Not the person on the phone saying i for eye

[t0xicbimb0]

Generation Alpha Goes to the academy!

Hello! Yesterday Foxtrot Academy opened its doors for generation alpha to begin their educational journey.

Ambrose, Annie, Alonzo, Alex and Adeline all moved into Greer Hall. (I renamed the building since stream. Growing up Greer Childers' fitness videos had me in a chokehold lol) This building focuses on those who have a passion for fitness and focused intense breathing. This is the only building other than the old Jackson House, which remains uninhabited, the academy could get finished in time for the Summer season.

Right away Alonzo and Adeline felt at home being the fitness sims of the group. They both declared Mathematics as their majors. Those two are not twins but they definitely do everything together. Alex and Annie later on during freshman year declared their majors as Literature and Political Science respectively. Ambrose didn't declare his major until sophomore year as Drama.

Ambrose has been worried about Annie, his best friend, over the past couple of years. He hopes she heals from what her parents have put her through. He couldn't imagine if his parents acted as if nothing was wrong. He definitely hates that his dad is involved in another Black Mesa scandal. They became so close by bonding over being subjected to family turmoil and their identities.

Ambrose met Dongsol (who will be renamed to Ian Gunn depending on how their involvement in the store develops) as he was walking by the dorm, 3 bolts! They ended up having a great date. Ambrose was super excited to finally meet someone to be romantic with since he didn't have options back in high school. He even scored a kiss.

Although he failed the first year he ended up being selected to be the RA at the new dorm; Dali Hall the academy finally finished for the fall terms.

Annie's lingering feelings for Alonzo were addressed. She asked him to talk to her on the dorm sofa after everyone went to bed. She has been struggling with the complications of her parents' marriage. The stress she has gone through has caused her to develop commitment issues. She loves Alonzo. But, she doesn't believe anyone can fully commit. Ask her mom who's having an affair with her dad's best friend or her dad who is having an affair with his boss.

Alonzo and Annie ended up hooking up in the photo booth at the eerie park in front of Greer Hall the evening before their freshman exam. They haven't talked about where their relationship is going since.

Annie and Alex developed crushes on each other after an acr interaction. This made them go from negative chemistry to positive chemistry. Similar to what happened with Alonzo in high school. They had a dream date where Alex asked her to be his girlfriend. She let him down gently.

Annie felt so confused between ignoring her underlying issues, alonzo and alex she failed her sophomore final. Luckily, she has another chance since her spiel to the academy advisors was well perceived. She was granted 50,000 to start her very own chapter of Alpha Gamma.

Alex wanted to reinvent himself for the academy. He let his hair grow to get his iconic cheetah mohawk. His relationship with the other Alphas was nonexistent in high school so he wanted to make an impression. Sure, painting is his passion but he's going to the academy to learn. Literature is what he decided he should focus on while he painted during his freetime.

Alex began to feel guilt for telling his mother about Cal's genealogy. He knows his mother isn't going to stop at getting custody of Celia. The stress and disconnect from literature caused him to fail freshman year. Raven Sauce turned up at the dorm to tell him she's going there in the fall. He may have only went out with her once but he still has feelings for her and was excited to have her close by . Annie and him also had a moment together but he is unsure where that is going to go if anywhere since she didn't want to be his girlfriend. He thought he did enough to finally pass freshman year but Alex ended up being expelled from the academy. He took out a 25,000 loan to get a house because he couldn't bring himself to ask his dad for help and wants to keep his distance from his mom if he can help it.

Alonzo was surprised when Annie kinda pushed herself on him. He knew they had a little past from high school but he didn't realize she cared about him like that. He fell in love with her and failed his exam that was a few hours later. His head became mush. He wonders if they'll go out now or just leave that night as one to remember in the past. He knows Annie better than anyone. She's jaded. He saw her hanging out with Alex in a more intimate fashion so he's leaving it up to her. He loves her and will regardless of what Annie decides to do.

He was able to pass freshman year and remains in Greer Hall with his other best friend, his sister. Since his sister couldn't meet standards last term he will be the only RA of Greer Hall. He's hoping the incoming Beta generation will be needing help with their college assignments.

Adeline kept to herself most of the rotation. While her friends were busy mingling, she remained focused on fitness and her studies. Even though she did end up falling short the last semester leaving her on academic probation. She may have let her loyalty to her brother run a little too deep.

She's been thinking about what she wants to do after the academy. A gym that focuses on aquatic fitness seems to be the direction she's headed. She wants to bring up her vision to Alonzo so he can be her business partner.

[riflebrass]

India

Foxtrot

Yankee

Oscar

Uniform

Charlia

Alpha

November

Romeo

Echo

Alpha

Delta

Tango

Hotel

India

Alpha

Yankee

Oscar

Uniform

Alpha

Romeo

Echo

Alpha

Mike

Alpha

Sierra

Sierra

India

Victor

Echo

Foxtrot

Alpha

Golf

Golf

Oscar

Tango

[glacierclear]

You have a post on Twitter saying that the foxtrot game would be coming out next year set for a few years ago. Is stuff still happening with that? (Also you're one of my favorite, not safe for work and monster artists and your is really inspiring in terms of just getting me into drawing again as well as just decent anatomy reference I love your stuff)

hello!!! :33 yes we are still working on it. i never really stated a proper "release date" really ,,, i merely intended on starting it haha. i'm not entirely sure when it will properly release...that thing happened that inevitably happens on indie projects where the scope and vision changed a lot and we're adding more features than i originally planned for :) which is good! but also. .... it's taking longer.... but, i'm really crossing my fingers that we release a playable alpha demo this year!!! and then it'll be a slow road to a potential kickstarter if the demo is received well!!! :) i should honestly post more things about it but i forget to post updates and worry that sharing too much is a bad habit ... (which is not true at all)

ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT!! i'm glad i can inspire you :) lets hold hands and draw together in spirit!!!!

[ragingbookdragon]

She pulled the stick hard to the right, managing to avoid a too close missile. Curses echoed from around the cockpit, half thrown her way, the other their enemy. “Midnight!” Ghost yelled from the seat next to her. “Get us out of here!”

“I’m trying!” she yelled back. “I fly F-18’s, Simon! Not helos! This is a little different than my day-to-day flight!” she pushed forward, urging the speed to increase as she looked behind her. “Jesus, how did we even get here? What did you guys even do!”

Soap was in the back, strapped in, eyes shut tight, muttering, “Fuck we’re dead. We’re gonna die.”

Alejandro was screaming expletives in Spanish.

Rudy was holding his rosary and repeating hail Mary’s.

“Midnight!” Ghost urged again, and she looked down at the device in her hand.

“Five miles is all we’ve got!” she looked at him. “Open a comm! Switch it to 17.75.”

“What!”

“Do it now!” he did so, and she heard the flicker of voices. “NAS CC, this is Midnight, service number O-six-nine-two-five-eight-one. We are currently engaged in air combat with an enemy of the State.” She looked back. “Repeat NAS CC, this is O-six-nine-two-five-eight-one, I have Mexican and British Special Forces aboard this aircraft, requesting air support.”

O-six-nine-two-five-eight-one, this is NAS CC, we have established contact with base command, fighters are en-route to your location. How do you copy?

“I’m about to cross over.”

ETA on fighters, five minutes.

She gave a huff of relief and reached over, flicking the channels. “Members of El Sin Nombre, you are currently engaged in unauthorized warfare on United States Military personnel.”

An angered voice came over the comm back at her. Nononononono! You engaged us! Estúpidas malditas fuerzas especiales mexicanas!

“Repeat, you are engaged in unauthorized warfare on United States Military personnel.” Her eyes dropped to the screen, and with a smirk, she declared, “Over United States airspace.” She looked at Ghost, the other men in the cabin, suddenly keying in that they were saved. “Alpha, Mike, Foxtrot!”

Ghost’s eyes widened and he shouted, “In other words, Adiós motherfu—”

Missiles sunk around their helo to the one coming behind them, the explosion rattling the inside of the cabin. Soap reached forward and grabbed her shoulders. “I FUCKING LOVE YOU, MIDNIGHT!”

She patted his hand as she followed the fighters back. “You all owe me! This just cost a favor from command to do this!”

O-six-nine-two-five-eight-one, fighters are returning to base. Do you copy?

“I copy, NAS CC,” she said. “I’ll need a transport to pick up the special forces.”

Copy. Runway three is open and waiting for descent.

She flicked the comm off and tapped her mic. “See, Colonel, the US Navy isn’t so bad after all.”

Alejandro groaned into the headset. “Nunca quiero pasar el rato con ustedes tres nunca más. Dios mío.”

“Aww, don’t hurt my feelings, Ale,” she cooed. “I’m much better at hanging out than these guys are.”

[idontknowreallywhy]

WIP-just-because-it’s-the-first-thing-longer-than-a-sentence-I’ve-written-in-a-week…

If this ever makes it into the story, it’s a long way ahead. But as a wise nut once said, inspiration is inspiration and I need to kickstart the muse somehow…

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They both fell silent as the plane approached the border. Estera felt the jet shudder slightly as Scott shifted the power to the VTOL engines and hovered in mid air above the invisible line that marked the threshold between There and everywhere else.

“Border Control. Please confirm your identity and purpose in the Democratic Republic of Bereznik.”

She bit her lip against the rush of nausea The voice wasn’t unfriendly - there was no reason for it to be. This was peacetime. It had been so for eight years. And yet the inflection… hearing the words of her native language in that accent was never going to be comfortable. Scott’s reply, though acceptably fluent Polish, was equally accented but unsurprisingly she found the American twang far easier to stomach than the other.

“This is Tango-Tango-Golf-Two-Seven-One-Bravo, arriving in accordance with registered flight plan One-Seven-Zero-Eight-Six-Two-Foxtrot-One-Alpha. Request permission to proceed.”

There was a pause. Estera realised she was holding her breath but found she couldn’t remember how to breathe. Wasn’t that supposed to be automatic?

She turned her head to check on Scott, who, aroused by the movement from whatever thoughts had been occupying him looked back and gave what was clearly intended to be a calm, encouraging little smile.

The mask was on. Most people would have been fooled by it. But she saw the tension in his jaw, the complete absence of lines on his forehead or at the corners of his eyes which proved how hard he was concentrating on keeping his emotions off his face.

She reached over and rested her fingertips on the back of his left hand, whether primarily to ground him or herself she couldn’t be sure. She was finally able to release the breath she was holding as she felt his tendons relaxing the vice grip on the controls. He covered her hand with his right, squeezed a little and seemed on the point of speaking but jumped back to attention as the official voice interrupted

“Thank you Tango-Tango-Golf-Two-Seven-One-Bravo, you are clear to proceed. Have a safe journey.”

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[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 40

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 1407

Warnings: Swearing, violence, pregnancy complications

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Hi Lo Hold On For Your Life

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Ghost

Amid the chaos and fending for her life, Hangman's, and Maverick's, Ghost had forgotten a crucial thing: Rooster and Juliette. They were meant to swing by with their keys, and Ghost only remembered when she saw Rooster standing bewildered in the doorway, staring at the all-out brawl. His eyes slid to Ghost first, still lying on the floor and barely clinging to consciousness. She refused to pass out, terrified of what she'd wake up to if she did. Hangman had blood all over him, but whether it was his, Kyle's, or Nick's, Ghost couldn't tell. Maverick had blood on him, too, but not near as much as her boyfriend.

Get up! Get up! Get up! Ghost screamed silently at herself. Help them!

Her brain sent the order to her muscles, but they refused to obey. Meanwhile, Rooster entered the fray, joining Maverick in his endeavor to take down Nick once and for all. Hangman still battled Kyle, the latter gradually gaining the upper hand. Ghost could see her boyfriend's movements slowing down, could see him struggling to stay standing, but he endured.

Help him damn it! Get up and do something! Ghost snarled internally at herself. With a Herculean effort, she began the painful process of pushing herself up. Her vision swam from the concussion she knew she had, and her head throbbed where it'd hit the corner of the TV stand. It wouldn't surprise her if it were bleeding, but that could be handled later. For now, Ghost had to help the situation rather than lying useless on the floor, no matter how badly her head hurt.

Ghost grabbed hold of the TV stand and used it to hoist herself up. She waited for her vision to stop swimming, although even when the swirling halted, it remained teetering from side to side. Still, it was better than it had been, and Ghost had Kyle's ass to kick. She took a step forward right as Hangman crouched and rushed at Kyle football-style, grabbing his waist and knocking him back directly into the coffee table, which broke and splintered on impact. She cringed, the sound exponentially louder to Ghost than it truly was, her hearing hypersensitive due to the concussion. She shut her eyes, willing the pounding in her head to calm down, and when she opened them again, Ghost found Hangman sitting atop Kyle, pinning him to the ground. Scratches marred his arms, and blood trickled down his face and soaked his shirt, but he acted okay. Looking to her left, she saw Maverick and Rooster stumble backward from Nick exploding upwards from the ground. How was he still going? 

Ghost blinked, and in that short time span, Nick collapsed to the ground. Behind him stood Juliette, a wooden baseball bat in her hands, lifted like she was ready to swing again if Nick stood. Then-

Silence.

The quiet- a sharp contrast to the noise from the brawl- exacerbated the ringing in Ghost's ears. She barely heard Rooster exclaim to Juliette, "What are you doing here?!" before hurling the contents of her stomach onto the floor. 

"Ghost?!" Hangman shouted as she collapsed to her knees. Maverick rushed to her side, pulling her hair back as she vomited two more times. 

"The cops will be here shortly," Juliette's distant voice said shakily. 

"I told you to wait in the car!" Rooster snapped, righting the toppled armchair and ushering her into it. "What the hell were you thinking coming in here?"

"You were taking too long. I thought something might be wrong. I barely got to the window when I saw the fight, so I ran back to the car and grabbed the crowbar. When I returned and saw Nick stand, I realized he didn't know I was there, I saw the opportunity and took it."

"You took it! And put yourself and the twins in dang-"

"Bradley, I had the chance to do something, and I did it! Don't yell at me right now. We can argue about this later. For now, make sure Nick stays down until the cops come here." Juliette's tone, firm and furious, forced Rooster to listen. He grudgingly stalked over to the unconscious Seresin brother and pinned his arms behind his back.

"Ghost, you okay?" Juliette asked from across the room.

"My head..." Ghost groaned, clutching the backside of it. Warm liquid touched her skin, confirming her suspicion that it'd been bleeding.

"Lean back," Maverick ordered kindly. Ghost listened willingly but kept her eyes on Hangman, scanning him for any injuries. She couldn't see any through his blood-soaked shirt. 

"Jake, are you okay?" she croaked out.

"I'm good." 

Ghost noticed his wan pallor and decided Hangman was anything but 'good.' "Mav, help me over to him."

The Captain shook his head. "I don't think-"

"Either you help me, or I do it myself."

With a sigh of defeat, Maverick assisted Ghost in standing, keeping a firm hand around her waist to keep her upright. She sank to her knees beside Hangman the moment she reached him and gingerly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Is the blood yours or-"

"I don't know," Hangman admitted, leaning back when Maverick took over restraining Kyle, who had begun to stir. He sat on his heels and reached out to tug Ghost closer to him. She willingly allowed the embrace, melting in his arms when he kissed the top of her head. 

"Jules, you okay?" Ghost slurred slightly, forcing her eyes to stay open. Sleep sounded like the best possible thing. It's all she could think about.

"Yeah. Shaken, but good. I'll help in a second and-"

"You going to stay right there until the cops come," Rooster interrupted shortly. "Your blood pressure is high enough. I don't want it getting any-"

Police entering the scene cut him off, and suddenly, a new flurry of activity overtook the apartment. Hangman tried standing but couldn't; instead, he swayed in place as if he might pass out. Ghost attributed it to the adrenaline wearing off, but when he fell forward and caught himself on all fours, that's when she saw the knife embedded in his back. Saw the slash wounds in his shirt, blood seeping out like little waterfalls. 

Ghost had never screamed in her life before, but she did then. Screamed for someone to help him as the last of his strength finally gave out, and he collapsed in a heap. Ghost tried catching him, but her own injuries had zapped her strength, so the most she did was stop his head from crashing into the debris of the broken coffee table.

Paramedics surrounded them, and Ghost scrambled backward to allow them to work. Maverick dropped to her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Ghost's head spun once more, but this time, not from her concussion. From seeing Hangman's ghastly injuries. 

The paramedics blocked her view of him, and all she could think was that they needed more EMTs. So many injuries and so few people. God must've heard her thoughts because more first responders arrived shortly after, and they assessed her injuries along with Maverick's. The Captain, outside of a possible mild concussion and some wounds that would need minor stitching, was relatively okay. She was in the same boat, albeit with a moderate, possibly severe, concussion. 

"What- Jake. How's- how's Jake?" Ghost demanded, straining to see past the paramedics. 

"Get off me, pigs!" Nick's irate shouts pierced the air, and the sound caused a shudder to run down Ghost's spine. Maverick stood, expression murderous and only distorted by a brief wince of pain. He stared Nick down, watching him be dragged away by two burly cops. If looks could kill...

"We need to get him to the emergency room immediately," an EMT declared, capturing Ghost's attention. "We need a helicopter. Ambulance won't be fast enough."

"One's on the way," another responded.

"Good. Hey, uh, Miss, are you okay?" The man referred to Juliette. Ghost peered around him to study her friend, disturbed to find her standing and staring into space. Rooster cupped his fiancée's face, desperately attempting to get her attention. He failed, only succeeding in catching Juliette when her legs gave out from underneath her. He lay her on the floor, and then, Ghost noticed with horror that her best friend's body twitched and jerked uncontrollably; her eyes rolled in the back of her head. 

Juliette was having a seizure.

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