“Artie?” I called out tentatively, trying not to get my hopes up.
I took a wobbly step towards her, oblivious to my friends’ stunned reactions over the interchange occurring before them, still in awe of Artie’s presence and still aware of the pain in my side.
The woman looked up at me. “Hi, Jacob.”
I smiled down at her. She smiled back. She shot to her feet like a jackrabbit and ran the few steps to me in a blink. She threw her arms around my shoulders and I didn’t even care that it hurt like hell. I wrapped my non-bound arm around her back and she hung there while I rocked her before Helena stepped forward, coughing politely into her fist.
I pulled away and looked into her jealous face. Besides Agrippina, she’d never seen anyone offer me anywhere near as much affection before. And I wouldn’t even call what Agrippina offered me as affection. I laughed at the whole thing.
“Sorry, Helena. This is Artie. She’s…”
“Good evening, mademoiselle,” Santino interrupted, brushing past me to take Artie’s hand so that he could kiss it gently. “Jonathon Archibald Santino the Third, at your service. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
Helena looked at me. Archibald? she mouthed.
I shrugged. I thought he’d headed his mission entry with that.
Onions indeed…
“Ah,” Artie said, her voice high and smooth, not quite at the annoying pitch. I smirked at how she drew out the sigh in knowing recognition. “So, you’re Santino…”
He smiled dashingly, but I shoved him to the side and out of the way.
“Artie, that’s Santino,” I said, waving my hand dismissively at him. “And this is Helena van Strauss,” I said, indicating Helena. “Helena, this is Artie, but her actual name is Diana Hunter.”
Helena snapped her head to look at the young woman.
“Diana?” She whispered.
Diana “Artie” Hunter.
Engineer. Astronaut. Genius.
My little sister.
Diana was tall, not quite as tall as Helena, and weighed about a buck forty. She and my mother always used to argue over who was taller and in better shape, so I knew their details only all too well. The two had been as competitive as Wang and Santino, only far more loving. They’d practically been like sisters for the few years between when Diana had entered adulthood and mom had died. It was unfortunate it hadn’t lasted longer.
She had dark brown hair, more so than mine, and kept it about shoulder length. Dark brown eyes and a cute round face gave her features more like dad’s, but she was just as lovely as mom. That said, she was my sister after all, and while to me she had proportionately pleasant features, I wasn’t an objective source of criticism. She’d been good looking enough to date the D-bag I’d punched out a few minutes ago, so that must have counted for something.
Her nickname came from our mother. An avid reader of anything she could get her hands on, my mom had read everything from romance to history, mysteries to biographies and the classics, but her passion had always rested in mythology. Later in my life, I’d always found it odd how much she’d enjoyed the subject, considering her staunch Catholicism, but it didn’t matter which society the stories came from because she loved them all.
As for Diana’s nickname, it came straight from Greco-Roman mythology. Diana was the Roman derivation for the Greek goddess, Artemis, Apollo’s sister and goddess of the hunt. Mom used to love telling infant Diana all of Artemis’ stories, about how independent and strong she’d been and about how she never took crap from men and always blazed her own path. After a while, my young sister started saying the name Artemis in that cute little gibberish way kids that age do, and after a while, mom just started calling her “Artie,” and the name stuck.
Santino was as confused as ever.
“Diana? Hunter?” He asked as he turned to look at me, his hands on his hips. “You never told me you were married!”
I rolled my eyes while Helena answered for me.
“She’s his sister, you dimwit.”
Santino looked between Artie and me, back and forth, disbelief still evident. He pointed a finger at her and scanned her from head to toe. “This… this is your sister?”
I ignored him, my mind and my heart racing uncontrollably. Diana and I had always been very close. Up until college almost inseparable. Seeing her now made me feel something I hadn’t legitimately felt in a long while.
Hope.
And then reality kicked in.
“Just what the hell are you doing here, Diana??” I asked.
“We got your message, Jacob. Your journal.” She paused, and reached out to grab my shoulders. She looked up at me with her big, dark, doe eyes. “I’m here because they needed someone with Remus’ bloodline, and since I have a higher security clearance than you do, the President called me in.”
Jesus, her short sentence was a lot to take in. Here was someone, other than myself, speaking as though they knew exactly what the hell she was talking about. I wasn’t used to that. It was exciting on another level as well. I guess my journal wasn’t a complete waste of time after all.
“Is that true?” I asked the blond haired leader of the group.
His name was Lieutenant Paul Archer, US Navy. SEALs. About 6’1’’, 225 lbs., the guy was built like a linebacker. He’d been in the same BUD/S class as me and we’d continued our training together at SEAL Qualification Training and had bonded instantaneously. Some of the enlisted men in the class had thought we had interestingly similar names, despite the fact they were completely different. In the rigorous world of BUD/S, participants needed anything they could find to latch onto, and the two of us had figured since everyone else thought we already shared a bond, we might as well make one.
It hadn’t been hard. He’d been a good friend during the intense program. He and I were only two of three officers in the graduating class, and we’d both admitted later that without our friendship, it was possible neither one of us would have made it.
It was at our graduation ceremony where he had met Diana.
Despite being literally planets apart most of the time, their friendship grew into a romance that lasted nearly two years and grew to the point where he’d once considered popping the question. All of which had changed when I’d visited him during the very random instance when the both of us had leave on the same weekend. I’d gone to his California home, sneaking in a window as any good SEAL would sine we only used doors when we were kicking them in.
Inside, I’d found him nailing some floozy.
I remember grabbing him by the neck as he went at it, throwing him out of the bed and against the wall. The girl had grabbed a sheet and high tailed it out of the room before I could toss her out as well. I hadn’t beat the shit out of him like I should have, but I did tell him that our friendship was over, and that I wouldn’t go so easy on him if we ever met again. I’d also told him that if he wasn’t upfront about it with Artie, he was a dead man.
The next day he’d called her and told her the news.
She was devastated. She’d been poised to take the next trip to the US-EU Joint Operation Moon Base later that day. She went, but it had not been easy on her. I remember talking to her via a satellite uplink video conference, watching as her tears floated all around her as they pulled away from her face to free fall in the low gravity. She’d gotten over it, but it hadn’t been easy. That had been three months before I’d transferred to the Pope’s Praetorians. Archer had disappeared in Korea two months before that seminal moment as well.
I don’t remember Diana shedding a single tear.
Archer got to his feet and nodded.
“Give me a sit-rep then,” I ordered. “From the beginning.”
Archer took a look around, clearly not happy at being undermined in front of his men. I looked around as well. My people were gathering closer around where Artie, Helena, Santino, and I stood while Archer’s men closed in as well. I looked at their faces. All were hard, with looks of seasoned military personnel.