I love you, I won't kill you

Before two o'clock in the afternoon on February 2th, Elena and Amanda were sitting in the corner of the restaurant and chatting softly in the Subway restaurant located on the east coast of Fanell Bay, Lejeune Barracks.

The last meal Amanda ate when she left the Quantico base seven months ago was an "Italian classic" sandwich.She missed the biggest, meatiest, tastiest sandwich for seven months, to be exact.

As a result of missing it, she directly ordered a giant sandwich that was 12 inches (about 30.5 centimeters) long.

Genoa-style salami, pepperoni and ham slices, served with lettuce leaves, tomatoes, pickles, green peppers, jalapeños and onion slices, and then topped with a thick layer of shallot sauce, honey mustard sauce The finished bechamel, and finished off with a 12-inch loaf of Italian white bread to wrap it all up tightly.

"God, you haven't had a decent lunch in Iraq these months?" Elena sat across from Amanda, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Yes, this is the delicacy I want. Elena, there is no such thing at Assad Airport." Amanda kept her eyes on the sandwich in her hand.

After gobbling for a while and drinking more than half of a 32-ounce (approximately 946 ml) glass of iced Diet Coke, Amanda leaned heavily on the back of the chair, "No, I ate too much today."

"Be careful if you eat too much, you won't be able to sit in the cockpit." Elena said, propping her chin with her right hand.

"Oh, you mean my Shelby 'Cobra' GT500?" Amanda asked casually.

"No, I meant your 'Super Cobra'!"

"Don't worry, whether it's the 'Cobra' running on the ground or the 'Cobra' flying in the sky, they are all under my control."

Elena looked at her watch and said, "If you come to the Special Operations Command this time, you still want to visit Vincent. Maybe...you will be disappointed."

Amanda blinked, "Why?"

"I don't know. The specific situation, I only know that he is no longer at the headquarters."

"What? You mean, he... left the United States?!"

"Maybe. I saw him sitting with other Special Operations battalion officers at the headquarters Christmas dinner last year. But he left the headquarters suddenly in January and no one knows where he went."

The unbeknownst thing is that Vincent did not disappear, die or be expelled from the Marine Corps, he just received an order from the Pentagon Department of Defense.

This order was personally issued by the Secretary of Defense to the Special Operations Command.Instruct the command to immediately deploy two special operations companies of the Marine Corps to Helmand Province in southern Afghanistan to carry out special operations and anti-Taliban terrorism tasks.

The [-]nd Marine Special Operations Battalion, stationed at Camp Lejeune, dispatched Company F, headed by Major Officer Vincent McLaren, to Camp Pendleton, California.After rendezvous with the B Company of the [-]st Special Operations Battalion there, they will fly to Afghanistan together.

Elena's words caused Amanda to think.After pondering for a few seconds, he smiled softly, "It's okay. At least so far, the colonel has not received officers and federal police from the Marine Corps headquarters."

"You mean, Vincent is not dead!?"

"Yeah, if he died in a traffic accident or on the battlefield, the colonel would definitely not be in a good mood enough to find a girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? Interesting, can you tell me?" Elena asked curiously.

"Uh, next time. Now, my task is to drive you back to the headquarters." Amanda said when she got up.

Shortly after Amanda reported to Quantico, Elena was assigned to a temporary Special Operations Task Force Headquarters as an intelligence officer with the Special Operations Command Intelligence Battalion, along with other divisions.

Other personnel from Task Force Headquarters are deployed to Afghanistan to provide intelligence, command, control, and coordination of all Special Operations Forces operations in the designated area.

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Around 6:10 p.m., Amanda returned to Jasmine in her Shelby GT500.He parked the car on the side of the road, and just as he got out of the car, he saw Nelson's car coming from behind.

"Hi, Amanda, how are you?" Father's girlfriend, Lauren, came over and hugged her enthusiastically as soon as she got out of the car.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Come to my house for dinner tonight, okay?"

Amanda looked at Nelson, who was smiling beside Lauren, and let go of Lauren's arm, "Uh, why?"

Lauren smiled and looked at her, "Congratulations on your safe return to China. I think there should be a good reason for this."

"Well, okay. You go first, I'll be here later." Amanda said after thinking about it.

"Sweetheart, don't make us wait too long, see you later." Lauren joked.

After her father drove Lauren away, Amanda drove to a Walmart supermarket a mile away.When others invite her to dinner, they can't go empty-handed.Therefore, I bought a bottle of 96-year-old Bordeaux "Bamborlon" red wine and drove to Lauren's house.

At 6 o'clock the next morning, Amanda was in the garage preparing some of her personal belongings with the car.First, take out the M1014 combat shotgun and ammunition that I bought in Panama City, Florida from the combination gun cabinet in the basement.

Then, a shotgun, two pistols, ammunition, spare magazines and a Strider combat knife were pulled out.Finally, I stuffed the luggage with a few replacement clothes and some small items into the trunk, and then I closed the trunk door and returned to the living room with confidence.

"Daddy, uh, I need to go out of state for a few days." Amanda said to her father across the table.

"Oh, to visit your fellow Marines?" Nelson, in police uniform, kept his eyes on the newspaper.

"uh-huh."

"Oh, uh, thanks for the Havana."

"You're welcome."

"Well, went to the Guantanamo base? How do you feel?" Nelson asked.

"Well, it's a bit complicated." Amanda shrugged.

Ten minutes later, Nelson glanced in the rearview mirror as he got into the police car.Smiling, he nodded at his daughter who was not far behind him, and drove away from the block where he lived.

Today's itinerary includes visiting Tiffany Bence's family living in Richmond and several female Marines living on the East Coast.Of course, her main purpose is to visit Julie Mitchell at Yale University in New Haven.

On February 2, after finishing the morning class, Julie and her roommate Joanna walked out of the law school classroom.Joanna said to Julie in distress, "We are about to graduate in 13 months, what should we do?"

Julie smiled, "You mean, the 'subprime housing credit crisis' that hasn't ended yet?"

Joanna sighed heavily and looked up at the sky, "Damn it, God! If I can't find a job when I graduate, what should I do to pay off my tuition loan!?"

"Don't worry, there is always a solution to the problem. Like..."

"Like what?"

As the two chatted on York Street outside the law school, Julie saw a black Shelby GT500 with red racing stripes driving towards them.Although she couldn't see the person in the car clearly, she believed that person was definitely Amanda.

"For example, find a job like her." Julie smiled, pointing to the GT500 driving in front of her.

"God, this is so cool! Shelby 'Cobra' GT500!" Joanna exclaimed enviously.

Amanda, who was wearing a smart black double-breasted jacket on the upper body, skinny jeans and short boots on the lower body, got out of the car.Putting his hands on the car door, he whistled at them frivolously, "Hey, girls, do you need a ride?"

"Amanda! God, why are you here??" Joanna yelled, rushing forward and hugging her.

"Uh, someone needs me here. Joanna, how are you?" Amanda said.

With a warm smile on Julie's face, she stepped forward and said softly, "Hi, are you okay?"

Amanda broke away from Joanna's arms and walked over to hug her, "I'm fine. Just... miss you so much!"

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