The dull roar of the air-crafts could be heard from below, only being muffled by the sound of a random explosion in the distance.  I could see the hot, orange glow of the mushrooms that the explosions made.  The screams of the men hit by those bombs were cut off short, and their voices never to be heard again except in my head.  God, I wish I didn't hear those screams.  They haunt my nightmares and plague my mind in the silence.  I think on them now and I shudder.  Oh, how I miss that…

I stared at the doorway as Charlotte left.  To have actually hear her say those words.  She may not blame me, but she was still disappointed.  I couldn’t blame her.  I was disappointed in myself too.  I balled my right hand into a fist again and assailed my forehead with it.  Artie sat there and watched me with a frown on his face.

                I shook my head.  I can't think like this right now.  My main concern is to find my daughter now and that’s all that matters.  To do that…

"The Hornet..."  My mouth was agape and I was dumbfounded.  This ship wasn't even supposed to be in this area.  Why the bloody hell was my...my...my ex-wife here?!  "Why the hell are we on the Hornet, Artie?!  Do you know what hell you just put me in?!"  I cringed in pain from the motion I had made while yelling.  Bloody arm.  It was going to be a great burden for a while.

                "Well Cain, there weren't any other ships in the area.  I'm just as surprised as you to see this…

Sherri.  My poor girl.  I can’t fathom to think what those bloody bastards are doing to her.  I have to find her, no matter the cost.  If only I could do more for her, but I don’t even know where to look.  The damn blast obscured my vision from seeing the symbol on the hull of their ship.  I don’t even know how long I’ve been in here.

                The door at end of the room opens, and a man walks in.  "Cain?  Is everything alright?"  It’s my ship’s mechanic, the plump bastard.  He…