Six Invitational

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Quebec, Canada

Derek POV

You were just minutes away from landing, the rest of your squad was still asleep so you just silently sang a song that you were writing while on the trip.

Derek: "Tell me I was never good enough.
Remind me of the demons that I've been running from.
Tell me who the hell you thought I was.
Or just blame it on the person, the person I've become."

IQ: Hm?

Derek: "Lately, I don't give a fuck. Cause I can't be myself when I'm with anyone.
Maybe, I'm already gone.
I'll never be the same."

IQ: Whatch'ya singing?

Derek: A song.

Ela: By what band?

Derek: Me.

You felt a bump as the plane landed on the airstrip. Once it stopped, you got up and shook your team awake.

Derek: Come on, the plane landed.

Bulldog: 5 more minutes.

Derek: You can't have 5 more minutes. *grabs johns arm* Lets go, up.

Bulldog: Fine.

You all stepped off of the plane still holding your rifles and went into the airport through the gate. You got mixed reactions until some guards approached.

Guard: Mind telling us why you're brandishing weapons in the middle of an airport?

Derek: We're here as a means of protection for this group of Rainbow operatives sir.

Guard: My apologies, we were not informed that Rainbow would bring armed men aswell.

Derek: It was a last minute change.

Guard: Sorry for the hold up, you're free to go then.

You continued walking with the group and you heard some murmurs.

Girl 1: Is that really him?

Girl 2: Oh yea its gotta be.

Girl 3: Try to get his number.

Girl 1: I'm not that confident in myself.

Mickey: Seems like you've drawn a crowd.

Derek: Just keep walking Mickey, I'll be right back.

You started to walk towards the little group.

Ela: There he goes, I guess he did mean it a few months ago that he would easily get digits while wearing a mask.

Derek: So, what did you want?

Girl 1: Um, nothing?

Derek: You talk pretty loud.

Girl 2: What can we say, its just how we are.

Derek: I prefer to be more silent.

Girl 2: We like the silent types.

Derek: How old are you guys?

Girl 3: We're all 23.

Derek: Oh ok, good. Just wanted to be sure.

Girl 2: How old are you silent boy?

Derek: I'm 21.

Girl 3: Whats your name?

Derek: Sorry, but thats classified sweetheart.

Girl 1: Bummer.

Mickey: YO LIEUTENANT! STOP GETTING KNOCKERS AND LETS GO.

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