Peace lulled him in his warm, cozy arms. Your gaze was directed at Simon, your husband, he so carefully and attentively spent time on the weapon without noticing anything. A small smile struck you as you watched his peaceful state. And despite all the indignation and disasters that haunt you, you have been together, for many years. Simon was a caring husband, and father to your son. Your head in the clouds is interrupted by steps directed into the hall of the base where you are. Simon apparently also paid attention, putting his weapon aside. And how surprised you were to see McMillan next to your son, who had some tension on his face. The general interrupted your impending panic, saying with a sigh

— Theft of military equipment, the kid decided to fly, you should talk to him about it

— We won’t allow this to happen again, sorry for the inconvenience.

— Simon said exhaling, but the general respected him and you very much, as soon as the general left he said

— How do you explain this