Broken and rebuilt

My cookie

>>Christian's POV<<

This couldn't be more perfect, I thought as Jenna gripped the steering wheel, heading to my docks. It's not called k********g if she willingly drives there, surely! Plus, I knew her background in the military. After all, I was the one whose ass she saved when she brought her unit to the rescue in that god forsaken village. She doesn't know that it was me who carried her unconscious body back through the active war zone with the remaining soldiers from both of our units. Her boys flanked us on both sides, weapons raised and trained to shoot anything that moved, as I ran with her body in my arms, as light as a feather but weighed down with panic. Her Com guy was shot and killed as soon as they entered this village over a week ago, and most of their vehicles had been damaged, including now the M1 Abrams tank that was now in the minefield. Luckily my Com, Zeke, had alerted ops, and they were sending a chopper for extraction. Her unit looked exhausted and worried about their lieutenant. She had kept them alive when they'd been ambushed, captured and imprisoned underground for a week. The village that we had been told was abandoned, was actually moved underground. The only reason they had been spared was because she had promised to rebuild the engines of the vehicles that had been damaged, including the tank. The guys in her unit spoke highly and respectfully about her, saying that her dad ran some company that dealt with boats, and they always had engines and engine parts, and tools of all shapes and sizes in his workshop. She loved to tinker, and when he passed away, she grew even more passionate about rebuilding and restoring vehicles - apparently she could make anything go.

When we arrived at the base, a stretcher was waiting to carry her to the med tent. I noticed a guy looking very out of place. Tall, sharp features, wearing a suit in the desert sun. He had shades on, obviously came from wealth. I found out later that guy was Javier Smith. He followed behind the stretcher as I relayed the events and her injuries to the team. They both shouted "Sir, thank you sir!" before running through the med tent and disappearing from sight. I lifted my combat helmet and wiped my forehead with the back of my hand before replacing the helmet again. I looked up to see Javier walking away, and a doctor with glasses turn toward the tent and walk through the same tent flap that Jenna had been carried through moments before. I hoped that she would be ok. My heart literally stopped when I saw her - it wasn't just love at first sight, it was like destiny brought her to me. Wanting to collapse, I turned toward my unit, still exiting the chopper. Tony took one look at my face, and ran to me, with Cortez and Barnes close behind. He caught me before I hit the dirt, and then everything went black. 

Snapping me away from the past, a loud ship horn blared. "Just through this gate" I say. Jenna stops briefly at the gate, waiting for Cortez to open it. He was dressed all in black, and slid the gate across. As we drove through, he made eye contact with me, and I could see his shock reflected back at me. Jenna parked up next to 7, which is the warehouse we use as headquarters for our crew. She was so beautiful and trusting, and I was so happy that she was finally with me. I wanted to tell her about our chance meeting in the military, how I had dreamed of being next to her for so long, but I knew I had a job to do first. She may know a violent husband, but she couldn't comprehend the level of evil that Javier was. I had to maintain my cool and keep my eyes on the mission.

"Thank you," I say to her with a genuine smile, slowly removing the unspent tranq dart from my pocket as I fake reaching for my seatbelt. 

Her face erupts into a genuine smile, and she jokes "for what, k********g you?" Oh the irony. The air fills with flowers when she laughs, and I almost chicken out, but I can see Cortez coming up beside her door. She is looking in my eyes and I know I have to do this before she reads me.

"No," I say. "For making my job so easy". I stick the tranq dart into her hand. Her eyes show her shock and surprise, before they roll back and she passes out. Cortez had yanked the door open, and she slumps over into his arms. "Don't get any ideas, Cortez" I mutter. He winks, and reaches across to undo her seat belt. "C'mon Chris, the Lieutenant would kick my ass then, and she'd kick it still!" he mocks. Don't I know it! Although being married for a year, and being out of active duty for a bit more, Jenna still looked amazing. Toned arms, a slight waist, and her legs were in great shape. She obviously kept up the training when she left the military. I twisted out of the car, and proceeded to the driver's side. I would park the car in warehouse 6, where we stored some weapons mostly, trafficked by none other than Javier. I hated doing business with him but this operation was important. He'd never seen a face or a real name - both of us content to keep anonymity. 

Thinking about Javier, I smile. My plan to get back at him by k********g his wife was half complete. I had his wife. But he didn't know I had his wife. I wonder if I should play it out, act innocent and continue my fact-finding mission. I still don't have all the answers, and the investigation into Javier is far from over. I could go back to work, play it off as some kind of allergic reaction to the tranqs she shot us with. I could say that I stumbled through the snow, and woke up hours later with a massive headache and missing parts of my memory. Sounds believable to me, I smirk.

Leaving the keys in the car, I shut the door and open the back. Meticulously packed, the back seat looked like I interrupted a camping trip. Several clear bags, vacuum sealed, a cold bag with food and juice, a suitcase, blankets and a couple of pairs of shoes. I don't blame her for wanting to escape from that psychopath. In fact, it pained me knowing how hurt he must have made her, for her to do this. The thought angered me, and I clenched my fist and punched the roof of the car. Calm down, I breathed to myself. I had to focus. I needed to find out where she was running to, and what she knew. The slimy bastard was done ripping off this company that my parents built from the ground up. After a few deep breaths, I came up with a game plan. I knew the tranq would have a normal man out cold for 8 hours - no doubt she'd be awake in 6. I had to admit, she was one tough cookie, and I LOVE cookies. I take out her suitcase and the bag of food, and slam the car door behind me.