ANOTHER STORY ANOTHER TIME

Peter stood there in awe, Chris had just showed him a pad that had infrared tracking information on it, basically it was a satellite map of the entire park and the surrounding area.

"So how are you able to differentiate between the three targets and the captors?" Chris grinned as his friend Pavel explained

"I was able to label them, because these three, plus this one added yesterday, have not moved more than a foot in either direction in days!" Peter's eyes closed and his head shook as if he was saying duh to himself, "Plus if any munitions are armed, they will turn a bright purple." Peter thought out loud,

"I wonder who that fourth person is?" Chris looked at him, "I couldn't tell you; I've not been on site for over forty-eight hours!" Looking at the group, Chris wanted to proceed in explaining more of the plan, but he was regretting what he had to do first, he and Scott walked up to Stiles.

"Stiles can we speak with you really quick?" Stiles started walking towards the back of one of the two vans, he could smell Chris's insecurity and Scott's anxiety, "Stiles after our conversation last night, I believe it would be a more appropriate scenario for Pavel to lead your team!" Chris could see the rage building up in the younger man, Scott looked at his friend,

"You're still going to be with them, but Pavel doesn't have that very personal connection with the four targets." Stiles was pissed now,

"Targets, they are not just targets Scott, they are soldiers, American soldiers, whom I happen to care about...", Stiles then realized the situation may be a bit too personal for him, he couldn't be one hundred percent bias, he then slowly started to calm down, "I'm not happy with that decision, but as they say on Vulcan "Wuh bolau t' wuh wehk spunsau wuh bolau t' wuh zamu il wuh veh!" Chris just looked at him like he was crazy, then he looked at Scott, who translated happily, "The needs of the many out way the needs of the few or the one!" Chris looked at Stiles then to Scott, "Stiles that's why we love you, you little shit!" As the three men walked back to the rest of the group Scott squeezed his friend's shoulder,

"I meant no disrespect, if you love him, (he looked at his friend in the eyes) I will love and protect him like a brother as well!" This new revelation by Scott somehow gave Stiles brighter hopes so he winked and gave him his crooked smile. Chris poked at Pavel's shoulder to get his attention,

"Sergeant Stilinski here is a Trekkie, you guys should get along just fine!" Peter nudged, then he whispered to Chris,

"Smart move, I was a little worried about his emotional state myself!" Chris looked at Peter concerned, "I asked Pavel to keep an eye on him, I was not sure about his emotional connection to the captives, I'm pretty sure that Stiles may be suffering from PTSD."

Chris's mind wondered, he used to hunt the supernatural, but before his daughter was killed, he realized through her that the old ways didn't matter anymore, supernatural's were just plain people. You were either unlucky to be supernatural, and there were some who were lucky to be supernatural. Chris looked at the group of eight people in front of him, all but one of these individuals were a part of his life years ago. He had watched these guys grow up before their time, they didn't get to be teenagers, they had to selflessly and silently defend their homes and friends and also make it through school. Chris had to bring himself back to the present, he was now leading these men whom he used to know as teens, into a battle of the truly unknown, he wasn't sure if what was going on was Supernatural or governmental or both combined, so now they were battling not only some kind of supernatural force, but also it seemed like the military had somehow gotten involved.