Operation Yellow Rose: The Beginning

 Eric                 Eric wakes up at 5:30am like any other morning, but unlike most mornings he wakes up with someone in his be with him. Upon noticing this the events from the previous night play in his head. Eric at a party for a buddy that was leaving in a few days for the Sandbox. The abundance of alcohol that he had consumed and the red head he had been dancing with or more like feeling up on the dance floor. That was the same redhead that was in his bed but for the life of him he couldn’t remember her name. Instead of waking her and going through the awkwardness of a goodbye he just decided that he would just get up and take a shower to wake up and get ready for his run. Hopefully by the time he got done she would be gone. Within ten minutes he was showered and dressed he quietly opens the bathroom door and peaks out. Not wanting to wake her up if she was still there. Seeing that the red head girly was gone he let out a heavy sigh of relief. He walks over to his dresser to grab his iPod and keys when he sees a note. “Thanks for the good time. We should get coffee sometime. Call me (325) 555-1053 Jessica” Along with the note she “conveniently” left her panties behind as well. Eric rolls his eyes opens his top drawer brushes the panties and the note into the drawer along with the countless others. He goes out his front door puts in his ear buds Starts his music and heads to start his run. After about 10 minutes later he gets to the river where he usually turns around and heads back home but, on this morning, he notices his contact leaning on the rail overlooking the water. Knowing that this could only mean he has a mission coming Eric jog over to the man. “Hey old man it’s a little early for an old timer like you to be up and about.” “That’s some tough talk coming from a guy that took 4 extra minutes to get here this morning. Which tells me that you either drank too much last night or had too much fun. “The man says peering over his glasses at Eric. “Eh it was both. Jake’s going away party got a little out of hand.” “Oh I see, so what’s her name when am I going to meet her?” “Well, her note said her name was Jessica, but I don’t plan on ever doing that again so never.” “When are you going to quit playing these games and start looking for a real relationship? I kind of would like to have grandkids before I die.” “When I meet the right girl. Enough talk about me is there a reason why you are here or are you just here to chastise me on my dating habits?” “Okay well there will be an envelop waiting for you at home with details you leave as soon as you can.” “Thanks, old man. See you when I get back.” With that Eric presses play on his music and starts to head back home.   About 6 Hours later Eric pulls up to a huge gate in the backwoods of East Texas. There he sees a number pad and a speaker next to it since he doesn’t have the code, he decides to push the buzzer for the speaker just as he is about to hit the button, he hears his text alert go off on his phone. 1981 is all that the massage reads. Looking around to see if he can see anyone watching him feeling a little creeped out, he inputs the numbers. The gate buzzes and swings open. Feeling confused he puts his truck in drive and heads up the long tree lined driveway. When he pulls up, he is met with another truck in the circle drive. When Eric puts his Chevy Silverado in park and kills the engine. Four guys get out of the other truck. Two of the guys he knew from back in high school the other two he has never seen before. “Hey dude long time no see!” Eric says to the driver, Devon, exiting the other truck. “Hey Eric, how’s it been going dude? You here on orders to?” Devon is tall like 6 foot 6 inches tall. He has dark skin tone black hair and brown eyes. “Yeah, do you have any idea what this is all about?” “I do but let’s go inside before we get into it all.” They all follow Devon to the southern type of large wooden front porch of a huge white farm house with cedar wood shutters and window boxed with bright flowers spilling out of them. After Devon Knocks on the front door it was just a few seconds when the door was opened by an elderly woman with strawberry blonde hair. She’s a cute little woman you could tell she’s sweet just by looking at her. “Hello ma’am we are looking for Gwen. We are with Operation Yellow Rose.” “Come in and make yourself at home I will have her come down. Would anyone like something to drink?” The elderly woman asks. As Eric steps into the house, he inhales the most a mazing scent of vanilla and lavender. It is a smell he hadn’t smelt since high school. It is his favorite scent that instantly makes him relaxed.   “I would like a beer.” One of the other guys eric didn’t know says. Eric rolls his eyes at the i***t but must stifle a laugh as the little woman slaps him on the back of the head as he walked in. “I meant tea or water.” “Jarrett, shut up. Sweet tea would be great thank you.” Devon says “What did you need Aunty?” a voice says coming down from the stairs. All the men turn to see a beautiful young woman with olive skin tone, bright green eyes long black hair that goes down to her waist and has streaks of dark red running through it. Although the young woman stands only maybe 4 feet tall she carries herself with the grace and poise that she did in high school.  As she comes down the amazing scent gets stronger. Upon seeing her Eric has an overwhelming feeling like she was precious, and he needed to protect her. He hadn’t seen her since the night of their high school graduation. As the girl comes downstairs, she notices the men standing in the foyer. “What do you want?” she says looking at them. When her eyes meet Eric’s, he feels like he is paralyzed in place and unable to breath that is until she smiles at him. “I have a request for you from the White House. The President wants to recall Operation Yellow Rose.” When Devon says these words, all heads turn to him dumbfounded.