part 2

chapter 2

a new beginning

I don't know for how long I fell asleep. The next thing I knew when I woke up was the ray of the morning sun was shining directly on my face. What's more, another mysterious person was tending to my wounds .

The person was not Price. That person was a woman. I don't know who she was, but from the looks of her, I bet that she is somehow related to him

As I tried to rise from the bed, she quickly stopped me and said,"I know that you have an important thing to do, but please, don't push yourself too hard or else you are gonna hurt yourself more.Father has told me everything about you. So just calm down."

"Father? You mean you're his daughter?"
 She just nodded with a smile. As the day is getting brighter, now I could see clearly her face. She has a fair complexion, with such a beautiful face and long, dark hair.  It all seemed so different with Price's characteristics, from what I saw before.

"Father told me to bring you downstairs when you are awoke. So shall we go now, Mr...."
"Just call me Stone. It's much simpler to remember and say, right?"

"OK, then let's go", as she helped me to rise from the bed. At first the I thought my wounds would impair my movements, but luckily my wounds are not that bad. Soon, we were already at the downstairs.

"So, how does it feel to be walking again?"asked a familiar voice
"Feels great to be back"
"Good.Now if you don't mind, follow me. I've got a few things to talk about with you."
At first I was a little bit confused, but knowing that Price might have something that I need to know, I followed him to a the basement.

As he opened the door and switched on the lights, I was amazed and surprised.
Behind the doors,it almost looks like a base of some sort with weapon racks located around the room . A lot of weapons were kept in such a good condition, in fact they all looked like they were fresh from the factories.

As I circled around the room, I could see different pictures hanging on the walls. I looked closer to one of the pictures and saw a face that was too easy to recognize. A man with a mohawk hairstyle, holding his assault rifle with Price at his side.

This must be Soap, I talked to myself. Who else could it be?

"He was like a son to me. We used to be a team for quite a long time.But he is no more.A bastard named Makarov was responsible for his death.However, Makarov is not going to repeat what he had done.He's dead, killed when we attacked his hideout a year ago.", said Price.

I nodded. Things must be hard for him when he lost a person he considered to be his son.

"But that's the past.Right now, it's better for you to contact Mac. Surely he is waiting for some good news in the past few days.Am I right?"

"Right.But how am I gonna..."
I stopped my words when I saw Price connecting to Mac...



-to be continued-