Animal abuse has been an issue to the world as someone exposed a video from a circus in Africa that committed violations over wildlife like a mountain lion, tiger, and cougars.

This has brought everyone in the whole world angry because, since the video, none action is taken at all.

"Oh, Lewis, I do not hear your ideas again. We can't attack the circus. They have the license, and you know that as well." Clark Walker sighed as he saw his job partner repeating the cassette again and again with the radio placed on his desk.

"Of course we can't, Clark." Lewis nodded. He buttoned up his suit's sleeve and smiled. "But, we can find those who can."

Clark, the man around forty, just shook his head.

"How are you going to find them?"

"I have shortlisted professional people, and we just need to recruit them into a special unit force." Lewis took out a paper from his suit and handed it to Clark who took it immediately.

"Really? Six persons with two-man and four women? Are you crazy or what? Maybe you will get the world's attention for taking this action. But this is too dangerous. This is no joke. We will get the world's shame as well if we fail this." Clark hit the desk with his right hand, trying to get the younger person to understand him.

"I can't just watch the abuse videos without doing anything."

Clark stared into Lewis' eyes. "So, do you want me to tell the president or what?"

"This is a secret mission, Clark. No telling anyone except us."

"You just make it more dangerous than it already is."

A man stopped his car, stepped out of it, and walked to a little stall selling burger. His eyes are ocean blue and impressed everyone walking by, especially when he had the black suit, black tie, and black car. He smiled at the worker and ordered one hamburger.

"You working again today, agent?" The owner of the stall, Powula, who is a Hawaiian, asked as he raised his eyebrows at the FBI agent who always goes to his booth.

"Uh-huh, gotta work for the country."

"Today's hamburger is all free."

Just as Powula finished his big offer, a black royal car followed by siren stopped right in front of the stall. Two men, who were Clark and Lewis walked out from it towards the agent.

"Erick Wilson, I am afraid that you need to go with us to somewhere special," Lewis said with a friendly smile.

Clark sighed. "We have a mission, and we need you. That's what it is. If humanity is the one you chase for, then, this must be your way."

Erick, still stunned, hungry than ever just nodded. "Sure." He nodded twice and turned at jaw-dropping Powula. "Powula, maybe the free hamburger is for a later time?"

Powula raised his thumb and nodded understandingly.

"I'll drive my car myself," Erick said, and the two people just nodded.

"The mission is to attack the circus," Lewis said quickly as the three of them reached the office.

Clark palmed his forehead and signaled Erick to sit. "We are going to get five more people in this..."

"Right, but the plan is to attack the zoo."

Erick nodded, feeling a little awkward. "Yeah, understood that already. But how?"

"Get people first, discuss later. You wait here until we come back."

They left Erick in Clark's office, just like that.

Erick cried silently. "I hadn't had my hamburger yet."

A tall, slim and gorgeous figure of a woman was seen when the two of them stepped into the cabin, far into the woods. As they stepped closer, an alarm went off, sending both of them flying from a small but itchy explosion.

The woman turned with wide eyes and smiled. "Sorry, didn't see both of you coming. I thought I have put a tag of no human allowed out there."

"Thank God, we are not human," Clark said sarcastically while groaning in pain. He grabbed his knees and stood slowly.

Lewis was already upon his feet. "You are Lauren Evans... Right?"

"I saw both of you on a lot of legislative session in the news. Are you both presidents? or what?"

"Well, no. At least, not yet." Lewis winked. He wiped off the dirt from his expensive suit. "We need your help."

Lauren frowned. "Doesn't feel good. Never had the country begging for my bombs before."

"We need you to help us in this tricky mission."

"Care telling me why should I do so?"

"Because you are human?" Clark managed some words out of his a little bleeding mouth.

"Okay, if that's the thing."

"Clark, we are walking into a supermax," Lewis said, not liking the idea even though they all came from himself.

"This is the way, secret mission, right?" The senior scoffed and walked faster despite his injured knees. Lewis just sighed and followed him from behind, hiding behind the man when they both heard growls from prisoners behind the hard steel door.

A man dressed with a higher rank than the other guards they saw that day came at them with a broad smile.

"Sir Walker, Sir Shane, I heard both of you are here for Skylar Genovese. Is that right?" He asked while taking keys from their place.

"Yes, we are here for here," Clark answered. Lewis stepped out from hiding behind Clark and smiled.

"May you explain further about her crime?"

"That's not my job to tell. You can either hack the system to find out or ask Skylar yourself." The man smirked and walked them to a max far from others. They passed one by one secured door which sent cold feet to both of the secretaries.

"This part is where we place the greatest assassins."

"I figured." Lewis pouted and nodded twice. "Rare."

"Indeed," Clark added.

They finally saw a lot more steeled doors in the last room.

"This one is her room." He scanned his fingerprint and then confirmed with a code before he pushed the round-shaped key into the hole below the fingerprint scanner. A robotic voice came out telling them the max had opened.

"Argh, not again." A woman who was wearing an orange-colored suit sighed as she flipped her hair back. She stood up and walked to where the grills have not yet been opened. "What, now? Want me to kill another queen's secret boyfriend?"

Clark and Lewis exchanged look, quiet understanding what she meant.

"Well, not really. This is a simple mission." Clark smiled at her.

Her face looked confused and also funny. "Huh, no illegal killing?"

"No, but yeah. Still a clear illegal mission." Lewis added with a hand gesture.

"I don't want to join the mission." Skylar walked back at her wooden bed and sat on it.

"Even though the mission is to save endangered wildlife?" Clark smiled as she finally looked up at him.

He thought she was concerned, but wrong 100%.

"That makes it more boring than I thought it would be." She sighed and looked away.

"Ms no sympathy, we need your help. Unlike the other none useful people who used you for the illegal crime before, we offer great deals." Lewis didn't want to give up yet.

"Which are free from this supermax and also a legal job."

Now, that finally got Skylar to walk back at the grills.

"I'm in."

"When I said I hate hospital, that means I hate it," Lewis stated as they stopped in front of a hospital-based of a university which has the best doctors from all over the world.

"You made it to supermax, I'm sure a hospital is just a small matter." Clark, who was really annoyed with his junior, just sighed. "These are all your ideas. Yet, I'm the one dealing with everything."

"That's why I make you involved in this." Lewis winked before he opened the door and stepped out. They walked off the VIP Parking Lot and went into the hospital.

Clark dashed to the counter as he saw a group of injured people was targeting it. He did not want to make this thing complicated than it already was. "Hey, I want to meet a doctor called Madison Greyson."

"Have you done your appointment with her, sir?"

"Well, not yet, but I guess we are a special case." Clark smiled as he took out his card.

The girl at the counter frowned and then nodded. "You may go to level 10, and there will be a big glass door for her office as soon as you get out of the lift. Also, you can't miss it."

"Understood, thanks." Clark pulled Lewis to follow him to the lift. They went in the VIP one, and when they arrived at the tenth level, Lewis walked out first, and Clark followed while trying to adjust his suit to look more appearable.

When they knocked on the door, a woman's voice somehow sounded like a robotic voice passed them to enter. A woman with severe but cool looking smiled at the both of them. "I read the email and figured I am needed for a rescue mission."

"Yes, a serious one and dangerous one." Lewis winked.

"Oh, no. I'm not really used to harsh kinds of stuff."

"You should, then. It's the animal rescue mission. I hope you are stepping your feet into this mission."

"I-Sure, there is nothing joy in my life anyway."

"Now, we are in a mall."

Lewis stated quietly. Taking a deep breath and huffed it right away, he turned to look at Clark who looked super exhausted that day. "You okay, man?"

"Just super tired. We have tracked four professional people without even taking a break. We don't even catch time for drinks!"

"Aw, don't worry. I got you. If we settle this today, I will definitely buy you dinner."

"Is that considered a date?" Clark raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully.

"It is considered as a pity to a senior who feels hungry for overworking," Lewis stated and pronounced each word so clearly.

"Huh, really? After everything I have done today to backup your ***?"

"Whatever, Clark. You better get a coffee before you fall down from even standing on your tired feet."

"They are strong ones!"

"Uh-huh? I don't care." Lewis walked first because he knew the older man was so tired already. He could do more, he thought until he gave up seeing a stall selling fries and chips.

"Oh God, now I realize I am hungry as well."

"Knew it." Clark, who appeared behind him, shoved him to his left side before he sprinted to the stall Lewis targeted.

"Can I have two full meals and two coke?" He ordered even before Lewis could survey the banners the stall had.

"Really? You should have asked me first." Lewis said, offended by how the man ordered without asking his opinion.

"What? Don't falter yourself when I am just buying mine."

"Two meals for yourself." Lewis looked shocked. Since one full meal was already too much for one person to finish. Simultaneously, felt so embarrassed for thinking so highly of himself.

"You young people sure won't understand starvation."

Lewis sighed. "Go beast, Clark. I won't care anymore."

Lewis ordered his favorite meal and carbonated drink when Clark managed to get them a table to sit. He followed him, but his lack of focus made he tripped over someone's foot that was sticking out from his desk. Lewis who did not anticipate any of that just shrieked and closed his eyes, ready to fall until one hand came pulling him by his waist.

He turned to look at a girl who seemed super young and fresh with a Chinese mixed American look. "Oh God, thank you for catching me from falling. You have that nice tough grip, young girl."

She grinned so brightly that Lewis was struck with a memory that the girl was one that they meant to find to be put in the particular unit. "Oh my God, you are Hana-"

She who wore a cap and glasses was definitely trying to hide her identity as possible, and of course, she smacked her hand on Lewis' face from speaking out. "I know, please don't shout my name. I don't want people to know I'm here. Just want a normal day today."

He was kind of sad to break her typical day starting on that day.

"Hana Joan, you are a fancy Wushu athlete that I wish to find today. Guess, the hacker Erick tracked you well to know you would be here."

"Huh, what do you mean? Are you one of these crazy fans?"

"No, girl. I am the secretary-"

"No wonder you took so long. You have found Hana." Clark came with a smile. "Do you mind sitting with us, Hana?"

Hana huffed, but then she nodded. "Won't trouble me that much."

"We just have a serious issue to discuss."

"I don't like those faces both of you make." Hana narrowed her eyes. "But, I guess I could lend my ears."

"NINETY-NINE, NINETY-EIGHT, NINETY-SEVEN..."

Both of them walked into the combat training with chills all over their bodies. Voices that came out from training Navy SEALS were indeed like a hurricane trying to strike a field. Their costumes were all messed up with mud and in front of them stood one person they were here for, a commander.

"I guess we should not disturb their counting," Lewis said slowly as he saw how struggling were the trainees during pain while having to stay in 45◦C between head and legs.

"You think we should wait for them to finish? I think it will be better if we disturb him so that he would stop asking those poor trainees to stay in that suffering position." Clark stated his empathy.

"But that's what they do. We should just wait."

"Uh-huh."

They waited for them to finish the count. The commander finally turned to look at them. His face was full of confusion. He at least looked honored to be compared with other persons they have required that day. The moonlight did not stop the both of them to see how noble the man looked.

"I am honored to see both of you here, sirs. May I know what is bringing the both of you here?"

"Well, commander. Finding a quiet and not guarded place to speak is indeed what we wished for." Clark said, trying to act like a soldier talking.

"Sure, then my suite will it be."

How could he sound so noble?

"We are here to form a team that will rescue abused animals in Africa, commander," Lewis said as the commander offered them coffee he made as soon as they arrived at his suite in the Navy.

He looked interested than any other persons as well. "Really?" He stared at them for a while just to get a nod from Clark as an answer. "I have actually been planning for the rescue as well. But, the team is too scared to break little rules. Now, it's perfect." He smiled. "Also, call me Terrence if commander bothers your mouth."

Clark shrugged. "Seems like you are in."

"Yes, I am."

"Good, but we won't call you other than commander because we don't meet a Navy commander so often." Lewis' smile broke into something bigger. Relief and happy were all he felt as he glanced at Clark, who looked like he feels the same.

"Nice, now we just have to head back to the waiting team members."

Terrence followed both Clark and Lewis, who walked into a building that looked so secured with all the CCTVs and tech projections. He just nodded awkwardly at some people who gasped for breath seeing him in his Navy formal suit.

"This is our building that discusses insidious cases. Cases that people can't know." Lewis stated as he looked at how interested was Terrence.

"Oh, so it's here where my senior got applied to become one of the country's defender units?"

"You mean your senior Jackie?" Clark knew of the man well. So well, because Jackie is his older sister's husband. His brother-in-law.

"Yes, it's him. The one that I idolize so much."

"Idolized." Lewis corrected and saw a frown forming on the young man's face.

"I know he didn't mean to betray the team," Terrence spoke so low, but Clark sighed and rolled his eyes.

"He left my sister with their son when she just gave birth to join the terrorism over his own country."

"You just don't know what really happened back then," Terrence said so confidently that he almost sounded bitter despite being a little shock for the small news that Clark's sister is Jackie's wife.

"Stop this gossip already. We have arrived at headquarter." Lewis announced as he scanned his iris to let the big door opened with some gas released. Smelled like chlorine.

"Wow, never seen something this fancy before," Terrence said as he saw a big room where technologies are just there for the country's secret mission, of course.

"Sure, come in and meet the rest of the team."

Lewis tapped on his apple watch, ordered the rest of the team to head to headquarter as well.

Terrence sat next to Clark, but Lewis quickly pushed his empty chair away and pulled another to sit next to Clark. "Two bosses sit together."

"Uh-huh?" Terrence just accepted. "I am so amazed by all of these great technologies we have occurred these days. The world has indeed evolved," Terrence shook his head twice.

Clark groaned in annoyance. "Don't make yourself sound too old."

A beep from five different doors made them turned to look at five different people walking elegantly into space with their own styles. Erick walked while his shaky hand went crumbling against his glasses. Skylar had a lollipop in her mouth and walked so roughly. She almost hit everything with her long legs. Joan wanted to perform a flip to make it looks cool, but she just ended up blushing so red yet walked still so toughly. Madison had her hands on her phone. She was having a chat with one of her colleagues. Lauren just walked.

Terrence quickly stood and nodded at them. "I'm quite impressed."

"Oh, these are the rest of the team members. What a bad choice to join in such a low-class team." Skylar sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Hello, Miss something, I ain't a low class," Lauren said quickly. "Shut your bad mouth before I bomb it to ashes."

"Wait," Clark took a deep breath and put up his hands to make a gesture. "This is not how it is going to be, okay? We will be talking so politely to each other, and I will do the introduction because I can't believe some of you guys to do one."

"Uh-huh, nice idea." Lewis nodded.

"Okay, this one tall and gorgeous man is Liteunant Commander Terrence O'Kelly of Navy SEALs..." Clark clapped on Terrence's shoulder. He just nodded at everyone.

"This is amazing. I have wished for this moment to happen for my whole life." Hana said while giggling, which invited Skylar to glared at her.

"Where did you guys pick up this high school teenage girl? She ain't hitting puberty yet, I guess." Skylar dropped the stick of her lollipop on the clean table.

Everyone ignored her.

"Well, she is a master of wushu who is also an athlete for this beautiful country." Lewis scoffed at Skylar, mostly. "Works for the country, not criminals." He meant sarcasm, but Skylar wouldn't be hurt by such a soft hairclip trying to poke her non-fragile feelings.

"I'm sorry. I don't know you. I am into baseball." Erick smiled at Hana, who returned it quickly.

"No, it's okay. I'm not that popular, though. I ain't Billie Eilish."

"Who that?" Terrence asked.

"A young pop singer who is still a teenager who makes good songs and I like them all." Madison chose to speak up despite busy keeping her eyes on her tablet.

"Oh, I know only classics." Terrence raised his hands for defense.

"I thought we were are doing the intro, not a 'How Much Do You Like Music' forum." Skylar sighed. She looked so tired from even listening.

"Patience is all you need, lady," Erick said. "Shane, introduce me."

Lewis nodded quickly. "Erick Wilson. An FBI agent who master in hacking."

Lauren looked up at him and stared into him super close. "Don't tell me you are the one who hacked into my bunker and made it able to be tracked in the last two years..." She almost recognized the face.

"Hell yeah, gotta admit I'm one hell of a hacker."

"Unfortunately, you work for the FBI. If you work for my boss, I am sure you won't be so broke to afford a nicer contact lens." Skylar barged in.

Erick looked hurt, "I'm not broke, and these are the true color of my eyes."

"Beautiful ocean eyes," Hana added softly.

"Hell yeah."

Terrence looked uncomfortable. He was not really used to a so freely-young conversation like this. He had always been the one who missed a lot of perky things in the world.

"So, I am a bomb pro. I can bomb anything." Lauren introduced herself right away, not really patient to wait for more time.

"She hurt me this afternoon when I walked past her bomb in her new bunker," Clark said while waving his hand in the air, but having no meaning in it.

"It was supposed to bomb criminals, and criminals usually don't knock." Lauren nodded and added sharpness in her last two words.

"Madison is a doctor mastering in Ph.D., Medicine, Surgeries, and mostly everything." Lewis got lazy to mention all of her achievements from his paper.

"You can heal animals?" Terrence asked.

"I did a surgery on my pets sometimes, and they live healthily still."

"So, you know, just everything," Erick said slowly, impressed.

"So, what's the plan?" The commander finally asked.

"We are going on the flight tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course," Lewis answered when Erick followed him to his office. "Why? Do you want to travel until all the animals are dead?"

Erick sighed. "No shit, but that is too quick."

"Quick is what we need to be." Lewis brought his hand to massage his temple. "I'm so tired of their country that won't take action."

"Maybe they can't..."

"Yeah, but we just got to move," Lewis nodded to make it surer. "Tomorrow is another day, and you better try to learn new tricks to open their gates sooner or later."

Erick shrugged. "That won't be much problem. I need more tech-top."

"And what the hell is that?"

"High technologized laptops, Shane."

"Aha, I got it."

Erick just lowered his head a little before he walked out of the office. Lewis stared onto his desk and just realized that anything could be wrong.

And, if it goes south, everything will be on him.

Every death and every loss.

"We are taking a freaking economic plane to Africa?" Skylar asked as she was given the ticket.

"Hey, it's not that bad," Terrence added in. "Got to stay behind the closet."

"Are you kidding commander? This ain't coming out story." Skylar rolled her eyes.

Madison sighed. "It's obviously should be that way."

"Really? This mission sucks."

"Why can't you just shut up?" Lauren's eyes were so narrowed. Her stress of Skylar was shown clearly on her crinkled forehead when she did so.

"Maybe we should get going?" Hana spoke out as she saw Lewis' done face. He didn't even care to order them anymore.

Skylar angrily raised her bag and walked into the black van that has awaited for them.

"Your weapons will be sent from underwater. Your commander will be swimming with Agent Erick underwater at a river near your hostel tomorrow morning to pick the weapons. Hana could join the swimming as well." Clark said. "The pink bag has a swimming suit. No gas tank. So, you better dive well because it is going to be really deep under there."

"Had no problem with that before," Terrence said quickly, actually meant for them not to worry.

"Now, he's just showing off," Lauren smirked. She joined Skylar into the van. Madison was actually still preparing for her medicine kinds of stuff.

"If you want additional stuff, Madison, then we will deliver it from underwater as well." Lewis glanced towards her.

"Yes, please. I don't want the security to check on my properties and see thousands of scientific scissors..." Madison nodded quickly. She always looked like she wanted everything to finish real quick.

"Sure, Madison. We will deliver. You just email what you need." Lewis patted her shoulder.

"Off you go. Be safe and go beast." Clark said when Madison was the last to enter the van.

The heat was what approached their skin first as they got out the plane with so many other people as well. It looked like they were tourists. Gladly, there were not many people like it used to be at the airport. Probably because of the rumors.

"Remember not to get involved in political issues." Terrence reminded them as he walked as the head in the group walk towards the counter to permit their passports.

"Got it, commander." Hana and Madison said in unison meanwhile Erick just nodded. Well, no need to explain Skylar and Lauren's ignorance here.

They got their passports' permit done and went to where a guy called who looked purely excited to see them. "Welcome to my country!!"

"Are you by all mean, Kevin?"

"Yes, Kevin Korvan. Born here, dreams high and does little." His accent had finally joined the chat. "Call me Kevin freely, and I'm ordered to only accept commands from the commander who is..."

"That's this tough guy right here," Erick said with a sly smile while pointing at Terrence.

"Sure, I should have been able to guess that."

"So, are we just going to make ourselves heated under this bright sun?" Skylar asked, this time a little politely than she used to be.

"Yes, right! Get in my super gracious van!!" Kevin said excitedly and went to the driver seat. When everyone was ready, he smiled and then tapped on a switch that made every little fan at every corner opened. "Fresh air, no air cond."

"That's dusty air we get, Kevin." Erick, who sat in the middle of the second row, said while pointing at how 'polished' was his fans.

"Don't mind specks of dust. They will not make you tough people fall in sick."

"Just a little dust into the trachea, of course." Madison chipped in. She smiled. "No good. I do bring N98 to wear."

"Ah, lady. Save that for later." Lauren said, her face annoyed.

"Pretty good compared to my cells." Skylar smiled when she saw the traditional house. They were going to live in the faraway forest near wild lives. They were just 10 kilometers away from the circus.

"Yeah, looks nice. Feels like home." Lauren agreed. "Hey, young agent, can you pass me that torn bag of mine?"

Erick, who was zipping his bag, nodded and pulled the bag with light force, not expecting it to weigh like hell. "Gosh! What the hell did you put in this bag? Bricks?"

"Nah, just hard wares to prepare the bombs."

"How did it not get detected?"

"Young boy, I know you know about hack and jack."

"Oh."

Terrence offered Madison to carry her bag, but she shook her head and headed into the hostel pretty quickly.

Hana stepped beside him. "I wonder what makes her so quick. She looks like a woman who wants to piss her pants."

"I don't know, girl." Terrence just shrugged. "Better get well rested, team. Tomorrow's a big day."

Skylar nodded. "Don't command us too much tomorrow. Or, just me. I have been living in this world by doing everything myself." She said that pretty politely.

"Um, sure? Just do what's right." Terrence clapped his hands.

"Commander, I will head home. I will be here like scheduled, which is 9 AM tomorrow."

"Sure. Thanks, Kevin."

The young black boy smiled brightly.

"Damn, who's cooking? I can't cook shit." Skylar asked when she felt hunger dashing into her body system.

"Me neither," Erick added quietly. His hands were dancing on the computer's keyboard, typing codes that he will use the next day to break animals free.

"Madison, can you cook?" Skylar asked the woman who was arranging her stuff in a medical briefcase.

"Instant noodles? Yes." Madison grinned when she got a glare from the assassin.

"I heard Navy knows how to cook." Hana joined in. She sat next to Skylar.

Terrence, who got mentioned quickly, turned and raised his eyebrows. "I can cook for starved people because foods seem to taste always good when people are hungry."

"Your saying is not even necessary. Cook now, commander. Be a good leader, feeder, and father." Lauren, who walked behind him, pushed him slowly toward the kitchen.

"Don't eat me if the foods are not good."

"I am sure they will eat you if you insist on cooking instead, commander. I'd rather eat something healthier than just instant noodles tonight, though." Madison smiled, and when she got patted roughly by Skylar, who laughed, she flinched.

"Sure, I need someone to give me hands." Terrence looked at everyone. Everyone looked super except for Skylar and Lauren.

Lauren walked away quickly. "I am going to make sure my bombs are safe for those animals. Bye."

Skylar gulped and grinned. "I guess I am helping then."

"O'Kelly, I don't know how to chop freaking onions. You should let me chop that chicken so that I can imagine chopping a human to death." Skylar mumbled while trying hard to make sure she cut those onions in the same size.

"It's the easiest thing to do in the world. May make your hard steel heart shed some tears as well." Terrence smirked when he saw her scrubbing her sweaty face with her hand.

"Oh shit! My eyes! My freaking eyes!"

Terrence laughed hardly. Not even concerned to help the assassin to get her face washed.

"You are dead after this mission, commander. I promise you no more." She said and went to wash her face.

"Why? Haven't you tried cooking with your mum?"

Skylar flashed a glare at him. "I killed my mum."

Terrence was stunned. "Oh."

"I killed my dad, as well. So, shut the **** up and cook. I'm not helping you. I'll call that instant noodles doctor to come here and cut these onions with her sculptor." She wiped her hands and went out to call Madison, who just finished packing.

It was calmer after that.

"I heard what she said. You have triggered her sensitive stories." Madison said when she came, replacing Skylar spot of cutting onions. She managed to reduce those quickly and better. Maybe that's just what happens for a doctor that is too used to shaving people open.

"Didn't mean that. I will say sorry, though."

"I don't think she wants your apologies. She's ruthless when she killed her parents."

"You are right."

"Don't be too nice, commander. We aren't softies."

"Sure, doctor."

"Just Madison."

"Just Terrence then."

"Really? I will go with the commander. You are still the one for us to respect. Being a Navy is just something else. Involves life and death. It's just different, commander."

"Wow. That makes me touched. I will prep the chicken now." Terrence took all the garlic, onion, and chilies and used a plastic glove to rub those smashed spices onto the chicken.

"Anything else?"

"Hot up the microwave."

"Oh God, that looks so good." Hana came in with Erick. She smiled brightly while walking to the chicken to look closer.

"Why don't you add up some wine?" Erick asked with eyebrows rising.

"No, thanks. No good for health." Madison denied quickly.

"Erick put it into that steaming thing." Terrence went to the sink to wash his hands.

Erick just followed his order.

"Oh shit, didn't know we will feast tonight with one toasted chicken."