The hot, burning sun was already radiating heat down on the base in Phoenix, Arizona. It was god awfully hot. Everyone was miserable, everyone except one tall, stoic, gruff man.
General Sam Lane was currently in his office, sitting down at his large, Oakwood desk. It had papers scattered everywhere. His eyebrows furrowed, a frown resting on his face, and a cigar hanging loosely from his lips.
The smoke billowing out of his mouth and nose, filling the room in a thick fog. He stared down at the papers. The meeting this morning was long, and tiring, and honestly, a waste of his damn time.
His supervisors in Washington were demanding he send one third of his men to a platoon in Eastern Europe to oversee a treaty that was currently being reconsidered. They needed reinforcements, but which men should he send?
He had no idea. This was the worst part of his job, which is why he had people for this, well, one in particular. “Wes!” He bellowed.
Wes, who was still shaken from yesterday’s confrontation, and feeling the effects of a slight hangover, rushed into the office. “Yes, sir?” He didn’t even look up at him, his concentration on his assignment, “Send in my daughter.”
He replied with a curt, yes sir, and left the room.
Wes, walked down the many corridors leading to Lois’ quarters. He knocked on the door.
He knocked a little harder.
Nothing but silence.
He banged on the door, knowing she could be passed out from last night’s debacle.
He contemplated what he should do. On one hand, he was following orders from her father, but on the other she would kick his ass to kingdom come and back if he walked inside, uninvited.
He slowly reached for the doorknob, and hesitated. He took a deep breath before he faced his inevitable fate of the Lane wrath. “Wes?”
He sighed in relief. He wouldn’t have to get his ass handed to him by Lois, at least, not today, he thought to himself, grimly.
He turned to face the voice that belonged to the most beautiful girl he has even known, the girl with the long strawberry blonde hair, and sparkling green eyes. “Hey, Cassie.” She smiled. “Uh, what are you doing?”
He didn’t know how to answer that. She quirked a brow. “You were going to break into Lois’ room, weren’t you?”
He stuffed his hands into his pockets, like that would erase what he was about to do. “No! I mean, yes. I, um, The General is sending for her.” He looked back at the door. “Do you know where she is? She’s not answering.”
Her heart rate accelerated. She needed to deflect. She knew exactly why she wasn’t answering. “Oh. Um, why?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Paperwork, I think.”
She rolled her eyes. Of course, why else would he send for her, no wonder she ran away, she thought to herself. She noticed he was about to open her door, “Woah! What do you think you’re doing?” “I’m following orders.”
She pushed him aside. “Let me, unless you want the wrath of Lois Lane.” He stepped back. He didn’t want that at all. He watched as she opened the door, and what he saw, made his mouth drop open. “Oh my god!”
She looked around the room, and sighed, inwardly. Way to make a statement Lois, she thought to herself. She slowly turned towards Wes, with a look of feigned shock. She had to act like she was clueless.
Wes looked around, dumbfounded. “Where is she?” She shrugged her shoulders. He narrowed his eyes at her. “Cassie, do you know something?”
She looked him directly in the eyes. “No. I saw her after that fight she had with her father, but I haven’t seen her since I put her to bed. She was quite drunk last night.” He looked for any signs of untruthfulness, but found none. “Okay, thanks.”
She watched him walk away, and sighed, heavily. That was easier than she thought it was going to be. She was never one for lying, especially to Wes, but her loyalties were to Lois, not the man she had conflicting feelings towards.
As she walked towards her quarters, she just knew this situation was about to get a hell of a lot worse. Oh Lois, she thought to herself, I hope you know what you’re doing.
Wes couldn’t believe it. She actually did it. She ran away. He couldn’t blame her, but now, he would be stuck right in the middle of this.
He rushed into The General’s office, without knocking. “Wes! What happened to knocking? I’m your boss, not your roommate!” He gulped.
He wasn’t going to like this at all. Nope. Not one iota. “Sir, I apologize, but, um, your daughter…” He narrowed his eyes at the young soldier. “What about her?”
“She’s gone, sir.” “WHAT!”
General Lane shot up from his chair, cigar long forgotten, and rushed to his daughter’s room. What he saw, angered him to an absolutely high level.
Her bed was made, never slept in. Her drawers were wide open. Her clothes strewn throughout the room.
He walked throughout, noticing some of her clothes were gone, but all of her bathroom supplies were missing. “WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?” Wes took a staggering step back from him. “I-I don’t know, sir.”
He stormed back to his office, with Wes in tow. What was he going to do with that girl? First, she is caught drinking, then she runs away?
He was going to find her, and when he did, she was being shipped off to military school. He paced his office. He needed to figure out how to find her.
She was smart, being raised in military customs, she would know how to cover her tracks, but she couldn’t have gotten far. He turned towards Wes. “What’s the name of that girl she is always hanging out with?”
He blushed, slightly. “C-Cassie, sir.” “Bring her to me.” He nodded before exiting the room.
General Sam Lane sat down on his chair. He was going to get the answers he needed, and he knew that this Cassie girl would know where his daughter is.
He waited, quite impatiently, for the moment his daughter’s best friend would walk in. He would get the truth. No matter what, he would bring his daughter home.
To be continued...