Chapter 22

 TWENTY-TWO

Trigger slowly opened his eyes. He wasn’t sure what time he had finally made it back to his room the night before, but he could tell he was not successful in getting changed judging from the wrinkled tan t-shirt and pants he was half wearing. It had been a week since the end of the Radicals as a threat to Erusea, and with that came the monumental amount of work acting as a liaison between the Princess and the Osean Military. As much as he loved being around Cossette, he was growing weary of the constant dog and pony shows that his current position was entailing, often spending uncomfortable amounts of time with high ranking individuals of both the Osean and Erusean militaries regarding troop movements and other logistical items that made the pilots head hurt to think about. A shifting next to him in the bed caught his attention. Gently lifting the covers, he could see an equally half-dressed Cossette sound asleep next to him.

 

It seems like forever since we could do this. Trigger thought to himself as he watched her sleeping.

 

For as much work as he had, he didn’t envy her at all. She had been working almost nonstop even more than he had. The few private moments the two were able to have, Trigger could see that she was working off nothing more than caffeine and an iron willpower. It was admirable to a point, but Trigger was ecstatic to see she was resting for possibly the first time that week.

 

Trigger’s attention was turned to a movement outside his room, followed by a gentle rap on the door a second later. Gingerly not to disturb Cossette, he slid out of the bed and lightly stepped his way to the door, taking care to not make an undue amount of noise. He opened the door and found Cossette’s head aid, Gretchen, patiently waiting for him.

He groggily rubbed his face “Can I help you ma’am?” He asked, stifling a yawn.

Gretchen said nothing, then craned her neck to peer around Trigger’s frame. He could see a smirk crack across her face as she turned her attention back towards the pilot.

“Per the Princess’ request, I was told to wake our guest at this time in the event you were sleeping in unusually late. That is all” she said, making an about face and walking down the hall.

Weird, I wonder what that. Trigger paused.

His heart skipped a beat as he slowly turned his attention back towards the bed.

 

To his relief, From the doorway Cossette was entirely concealed.

There’s no way that old maid could know… could she? Trigger was troubled by the thought.

Trigger shut the door, louder than he intended. He could hear a yawn and Cossette sat up in bed groggily “What time is it?” she asked, still half asleep.

“About half past nine.” Trigger replied softly, taking a seat on the bed next to her.

She smiled at him still half asleep, Trigger took care and brushed a bang of hair from her face. Within a moment however, he could see her fully wake up to the situation.

“I’m in your room.” She said matter-of-factly

“That appears to be the case.” Trigger replied

“I slept here.”

“Evidence pointing to that.” Trigger confirmed, smirking.

“Shit!” she hissed, causing Trigger to chuckle. “Not so fun when the shoes on the other foot is it?” He teased.

“Did anyone see me in here?” She asked concerned. “Probably not.” Trigger replied. Though that maid is onto something. It tugged at the back of his mind.

“Sorry I snuck in here last night. I just got so distracted and I haven’t been sleeping well and –“ Cossette said rapidly, pausing when Trigger put a reassuring hand on her arm. “Its fine, do you hear me complaining?” He said half-jokingly.  

“No, I guess not.” She replied sheepishly. He embraced her in a hug, “Want to tell me what’s bothering you?” He whispered in her ear.

She gently pushed him away and sighed. “Oh, just another letter from a wannabe suitor, Alex.” She said dismissively.

“Well did you write him back and say your already taken? Besides I don’t think he could compete with these!” Trigger said flexing his biceps, Cossette rolled her eyes unamused at his joke. “Unfortunately, it’s not nearly that easy. His Father is a senior executive at a Belkan arms manufacturing firm. Not only did he help arm the Erusean Military after the reconstruction, but he also had a personal working relationship with my father.”

“Ok, I’m not sure I’m entirely following here. Surely, we’re past the arranged marriage time, right?” Trigger asked confused.

“That’s the thing. Erusea only has a patriarchal monarchy, and what that letter alluded to was his families grand idea to marry into my family, and have a ‘Puppet’ King.” Cossette explained.

“Well that’s pretty slimy.” Trigger said shrugging.

“Tell me about it. It’s only a matter of the Parliament changing our constitution anyways. I do believe I have their support in that realm.” Cossette reassured Trigger.

“So, his offer will mean nothing then. I don’t see what the issue is that’s bothering you?” Trigger asked

“Well the thing is… He’s coming to the Victory Ball we’re hosting. I knew we would only get minor diplomats but his father and him got an invitation and his letter ended with him ‘excited to meet me’.” She said annoyed.

“Well, what is it, one night? I’m sure you can play nice for that long at least?” Trigger said reassuringly.

“Can I? I don’t know, I think your sarcasm is rubbing off on me.” Cossette replied.

“Whose prince Charming anyways?” Trigger asked.

“Alexander Schmidt. Aside from that I don’t know a whole lot about him, nor do I care to.” Cossette explained.

“Sounds like one of those evil stereotypical Belkans. I’d be worried about more conspiracies.” Trigger joked.

“Well, not all Belkans are bad, Georg and Tabloid were good people.” Cossette defended.

“One of those was a member of a penal unit for a reason Cossette. I think our definitions might be a bit skewed.” Trigger said flatly. “So, were you, what’s your point?” Cossette shot back. “Hey, I belonged there, Tabloid even more than me!” Trigger said in mock defense, playing it up enough to defuse Cossette’s anger.

“Fine, whatever mister war criminal, go get your princess some coffee.” Cossette ordered.

“Gladly” Trigger replied, walking over to a small coffee machine in his room. He tore open a packet of coffee grounds and poured it into the machine. Seconds later he could hear the water loudly boil and watched as a thin trickle of coffee started filled the glass carafe.

“So how many people are supposed to be attending this shindig tonight?” Trigger asked, rummaging around a cabinet for clean coffee mugs.

“I honestly don’t know; I was not the one who planned it. My guess is a few hundred?”

“Jesus, what kind of people did you invite?”

“The standard fare, Mostly military leaders from both of our countries, with extended invitations to other officers of affiliated countries. As well as diplomats, politicians, nobles and lords of the region.” Cossette explained, tying her hair up in a ponytail and straightening her wrinkled dress shirt.

Trigger placed two mugs on the counter next to the machine and walked over to his closet, pulling out his service coat.

“Is that what you’re going in tonight?” Cossette asked, watching from the bed.

“Don’t really have much options. I don’t have a mess dress uniform because I was too cheap and wasn’t in the active duty air force long enough for a function like this.” Trigger explained, brushing lint off the jacket’s sleeve.

“Really? I thought this kind of pomp and ceremony was common for militaries.”

“Yeah, not for an operations squadron. Pretty much my uniform consisted of either camouflage fatigues or the flight suit. So much easier to wear than this. Kind of hard to screw up zippers and Velcro.” Trigger joked.

Cossette shook her head and walked over to the coffee maker and poured herself a cup.

“What are you going to be wearing tonight?” Trigger asked

“oh, you’ll see” Cossette said coyly. “Let me guess, something expensive, will take hours to put on and comes from some foreign designer I’ve never heard of?” Trigger teased. “Do you know any fashion designers?” Cossette interjected. “Uhh, No. But that’s beside the point!” Trigger said.

“Well it takes all the fun out of it If I tell you beforehand. You’re just going to have to wait until tonight to see it.” Cossette chided. “And besides, it may take hours to put on but, it’s a lot more fun to take off.” She winked.

***

Trigger parked his car in front of the bases wing operations building. Trigger was hoping the tour the next day would get him better acquainted with the base, despite working alongside Andres for the previous handful of weeks, Trigger was barely knowledgeable in getting from the front gate to Andre’s office without getting too lost.

At least their building numbering makes as much sense as ours does. Trigger thought as he saw the mix-mash of numbering along the corners of the buildings he passed. Despite different countries, histories, and continents, they still suck at planning out a base; Imagine that. He smirked at the thought.

Arriving at the front desk he waited for an Erusean to provide him a temporary badge and he walked into the main hall of the building. A dull sound could be heard as Erusean Air Force personnel went through their normal tasks to complete their mission. His mission from Cossette however was laughably simpler than that of running multiple fighter squadrons; To personally deliver documents to Colonel Andre that she had signed. Normally this was a task reserved for official couriers of the Erusean Military, but Cossette had other plans in mind when she assigned Trigger to the task.

 

The week prior, Trigger had confided in Cossette his and Asher’s theory regarding Andre. She was skeptical due to the lack of evidence but agreed to have the Colonel put under more scrutiny as a precaution.

When I heard her say that, I thought it would be more out of a spy movie. Not this. Trigger thought to himself as he made his way towards the elevators closest to the colonel’s office.

 

A short ride later, Trigger found himself in a quieter upper floor of the building.

As he drew closer to the office, he could hear a familiar voice coming from a darkened office.

 

“Yes, I know about that, but I don’t see how Jean Louis fuckup is any of my concern!” Trigger could hear the voice shout annoyed, Trigger found the responsible room, the door only half shut. From the hallway Trigger continued to eavesdrop.

“Fine, Whatever, It’s just one tiny piece. Overall, it won’t be a big deal. Just make sure its Matias’ ass instead of mine.”  The voice spat apathetically.

 

Allowing his curiosity to get the better of him, and to confirm his theory, he lightly tapped on the door and poked his head inside.

 

The office had clearly not been in use for some time, the plastic plants were covered in cobwebs and a present layer of dust covered everything. Behind an aging cheap plywood desk sat a visibly surprised Asher holding a phone.

 

“Hey! I gotta go, just make sure Charon gets the word.” He said rapidly before hanging up and standing to greet Trigger.

“Hey man! What the hell brings you here?” Asher asked flustered, looking to Trigger like a kid who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Not much, just need to talk to the Colonel. What was that about?” Trigger asked.

He could see Asher pale briefly.

 

“Well its quite embarrassing actually. I was talking with another squadron commander about the status of getting our Vipers upgraded, and the vendor we were going to use for the fire controls backed out at the last minute.” Asher said embarrassed

“Ah, Mid-Life upgrades finally?” Trigger pressed

“Yep. Odds are we won’t have enough time to get to the strength we had pre-war so, we’re making do.” Asher replied.

 

“So why the dingy office?” Trigger asked

Asher chuckled and held up the plastic handset. “My office doesn’t have a secure phone but this one did. Go figure.”

 

“So, you said you needed to talk to the Colonel? What about?” Asher asked

“Just dropping off some documents, Pretty basic stuff. If nothing else, it gives me more chance to find out what his actual motivations may be going forward.” Trigger replied.

“Well unfortunately, your shit out of luck if you wanted to see him in person. I think he left half an hour ago.” Asher replied.

“Crap. Well I’ll just leave this at the front desk, and they can put it in a secure area for the Colonel then until he gets back.” Trigger replied, making his way towards the door.

 

“Hey Trigger! Before you go, what’s your plans for tonight?” Asher asked

“Im not drinking with you guys again if that’s what you want. I got a reaming last time I did!” Trigger joked.

“Well damn, A few of us at the 163^rd were going to go out to celebrate while all the Brass is at that party the Princess is hosting. If you change your mind your welcome to join us!” Asher invited.

 

“I’d love to but, unfortunately I’m already committed to going to the big party tonight instead. Duty calls” Trigger replied apologetically.

“Well a rain-check it is then Trigger. Have a good one!” Asher shouted after him.

***
Trigger stood in front of the Palace in his service dress uniform and looked out to the setting sun, the horizon glowed a dull orange behind the Farbanti coast skyline. He was still early, having only arrived at the palace in enough time to shower and get changed before the Princesses stewards ushered him to the guest staging area. Behind the wrought iron gates Trigger could see the palaces staff rushing around making final preparations as well as a formal military unit standing guard.

Trigger studied their gaudy adorned uniforms, a black trouser and bright white coat, that stood in contrast to the black HK-33 rifles slung to their chests.

As more guests arrived, Trigger could hear the shrill sound of a fanfare playing. In a choreographed move, the soldiers rushed to the gate and pulled it open, soon lights started lighting the palace and banners were unfurled along the sides of the building as the fanfare concluded seconds later.

Within a moment, Trigger watched a large man waddle confidently forward, aided by his cane, towards the Palace entrance. He was flanked by a taller, younger, and fitter man as well as a small cadre of what Trigger assumed were aid’s following their bosses lead. Taking that as an invitation, other guests followed him into the venue.

Trigger took great amusement watching the wave of people from the sidelines. While he was never one for large gatherings, he was finding it interesting to see how many different countries militaries were in attendance to the nights festivities.

 

He started with Osea. Trigger could see members of almost every service in the Osean Defense Forces had members attending. The Army’s units in Farbanti had all sent a small collection of their men as representatives, wearing their service dress consisting of deep blue pants, a black service coat and beret. Trigger couldn’t recognize any of the Osean Soldiers unit affiliations, nor did he recognize any from the raid the week prior.

As well as the Osean Army’s representatives, Trigger saw the bright white ‘chokers’ of the Osean Maritime Defense Force representatives, standing out like a sore thumb in the crowd of tuxedos and dark colors. Trigger had assumed that the Navy’s representatives were officers from the destroyer squadron that was parked off the coast of Farbanti, though he didn’t press for answers when Cossette had told him the days prior of the guests.

 

Trigger still held some contempt against the Osean surface navy following his incarceration in Zapland. After his kangaroo show trial was completed, he was thrown aboard the aging Osean missile frigate Garnet for his ride to Zapland. On top of the general malaise that seemed to follow the crew regarding their mission, the Officers aboard the Garnet had chosen to take their frustrations out on Trigger while he was confined to the Brig of the ship. While he was never assaulted, He did miss multiple rations of his bread and water in the voyage. While his situation in Zapland was not much better, Trigger chalked that up more to the incompetence of the warden over actual malice. It was his most recent run in with the Osean surface navy, but far from his only reason for disliking them.

 

He shook his head and put it out of his mind. Their pilots are top notch, I can at least say that in their defense as a branch. He chuckled to himself as he continued to look at the stream of people walking in. Off in the distance, Trigger could hear a big band starting to play a rapid swing tune for the guests. Before deciding to walk in himself, Trigger had taken account of multiple officers of the Osean Air Defense Force in their blue suits, the Osean Marine Corps in their ‘Dress Blues’, Members of the Usean Air Force, as well as multiple branches from Yuktobania being represented as well as Belka, Estovakia, Emmeria, North Point and dozens of other smaller countries that Erusea had ties to in some way.

 

Trigger climbed the steps and saw the main hall in its entire glory. The walls glowed with a golden hue as the full decadence of the Erusean Royal Family was put on display. Before Trigger could enter however, he was stopped by a palace butler who Trigger hadn’t seen before.

“Do you have an Invitation sir?” the butler snobbishly asked

“Of course, it’s right here-“ Trigger paused as he patted the breast pocket of his service coat. Shit, did I really forget it in my room? He was only slightly relieved feeling the other item however was still snugly secured in its case. “-I’m sorry, I’ve seemed to have forgotten it” Trigger chuckled apologetically.

“Well if that’s the case sir, I do apologize but you’re not permitted in without an invitation.” The man chastised

Annoyed now, Trigger raised his eyebrow and gestured to the other guests. “They aren’t being stopped, why me?”

“Because sir, they have invitations.” The man snidely replied.

“Did you check?” Trigger asked irritated.

The man took a sharp inhale before being jostled out of the way by a smaller older military officer.

“Major! I’ve been looking for you!” The officer who Trigger didn’t recognize said jovially.

“Uhh, what?” Trigger stuttered, confusion replacing his anger.

The unknown Officer put his arm around Trigger’s shoulder “Major, this man bothering you?” The man asked Trigger “Uhm well.” Trigger started to explain before being cut off again, this time by the officer jabbing a pointed finger into the butler’s chest. “You. Are you bothering my inferior?” The officer demanded.

“Well sir, he didn’t have an invitation and-“ the butler started, the Officer cut him off once again, pulling a small envelope from his pocket “God, it’s right here, can’t you read? Damn Eruseans. The Major’s with me. So, If you don’t mind, we’re going in now.” The Officer dismissed the butler, leading Trigger further into the main ballroom.

Looking to see that the butler was out of sight, the officer took his arm off of Trigger and straightened out his coat.

“Uhh, thanks for that.” Trigger said.

“Not a problem, figured this is the monthly gathering of the ‘Scumbags Anonymous’ club, so I wanted as many friendly faces in here as possible. Your age might betray it, but that ribbon rack you have, and the way you carry yourself tells me you’re a fighter jock and not one of these people.” The Officer said dismissively.  “Oh, and how rude of me, Lieutenant Colonel Tom Holt, I guess you could say I’m in the IUN-Peace Keeping Force, or at least that’s who’s paying the bills right now” Holt joked introducing himself holding out his hand. Trigger shook it and introduced himself.

“Most people just call me ‘Trigger’ though, easier that way.”

Holt nodded approvingly. “I see, well if we’re using TAC names, guess you can call me ‘Stymie’ then. Don’t ask.” “want to go get a drink?” Stymie pointing the way.

Trigger took a moment to study the senior officers uniform, unlike the Osean’s dark blue, his was a blue-grey color, on his ribbon rack Trigger recognized the Continental War Victory medal, along with awards linked to dozens of ISAF and IUN operations over the previous fifteen years.

Arriving at the bar, Stymie placed his order and turned to Trigger, “Say, I recognize your last name Trigger, do you have a younger brother or something?” he asked

“No sir, Only child.”

“Ah, I see. Odd coincidence then.” Stymie said. “Why do you ask?” Trigger asked.

 

“Well you see, back at the start of this war, my squadron was getting some interesting reports of an Osean fighter pilot with the same last name as you. A young lieutenant with some pretty impressive results on his first few engagements. I mean, it wasn’t just a one and done good mission like everyone gets, it was almost routine that this kid’s name was crossing our desks.”

Trigger felt a small pit form in his stomach.  “What happened to the kid?” Trigger asked, wincing, and hoping the senior pilot didn’t notice.

“Well, He got attached to some big rescue op, clearly Osea thought they had someone who could reliably pull a hat-trick and it went horridly. The VIP was killed, and it sounded like the kid was at fault. Damn shame he became damaged goods to them because he certainly had potential. Probably still rotting in a cell somewhere.” Stymie said trailing off, stirring the ice in his glass of brandy.

“Well Its all in the past now, So Trigger, what flying do you do?” Stymie asked changing the topic.

“Oh, I am currently attached to the Princess as a liaison, but before that I was flying Eagles and had started life flying F-16s.” Trigger answered

“Oh? You must have either had friends in high places, or enemies to get that position of liaison.” Stymie said jokingly. “Well the Eagles are a good platform. I flew with them and against them more times than I could count. Not Nearly as good as the Typhoon or Raptor in my honest opinion” Stymie continued.

“So, which do you fly now?” Trigger asked

“Squadron has been flying the F-22 Raptor since aught five-ish? Beautiful airframes that Osea gave us, those. I bet it could outfly and outfight Gabriel and all his Archangels if I asked it to.  Before that I was on the Typhoon and, don’t get me wrong she had quirks but if you knew how to fly her -” He clapped his hands for emphasis “-She’d take care of you.”

Trigger smirked, while he had no experience with the Typhoon, his one flight in the F-22 had taught him everything he needed to know about the stealth fighter. Damn that was cool.

The two pilots conversation was interrupted by another sounding of horns. Suddenly, over loudspeakers the booming voice of the master of ceremonies could be heard.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Distinguished guests. Princess Rosa Cossette D’Elise of Erusea” he announced.

 

Trigger was taken aback by her.

 

Her golden hair seemed to have an unnatural glow to it, tied in an elegant braid, a small conservative tiara sat upon her head, twinkling with what Trigger assumed to be hundreds of small diamonds. Her dress was a darker satin blue, strapless and tied with a small bow on one side. Her porcelain skin looked flawless to Trigger.

 

Trigger leaned back on the bar, feeling his heart beating out of his chest.

“Hey buddy, you ok there?” Stymie asked confused at the reaction

Triggers mouth felt dry, “Oh yeah, fine” he lied.

Stymie chuckled, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were smitten with the young lady.” He teased.

“Nothing like that. Besides it would never work out.” Trigger lied.

“Oh bah, live a little while your young! Might even get you a new callsign if you actually seal the deal.” Stymie jested, slugging Trigger in the arm.

“Well, Trigger, it’s been pleasant talking to you, I do have to wander off and make my appearances elsewhere.” Stymie apologized excusing himself. “Oh, but before I forget Major, what squadron you were with?” Stymie asked. “I was in the 124^th Tactical Fighter Squadron.”

“Oh Ok, Strider I believe? Your former Group Commander was a solid pilot. I should have probably added I’m the Deputy Commander for the 118^th Tactical Fighter Wing out of North Point. If you ever are looking to jump to the IUN full time, drop us a packet.” He said before walking off into the crowd.

Trigger furrowed his brow, the unit sounded familiar to him, but he couldn’t place why. I’ll just have to keep that in mind, I guess. He shrugged.

 

Trigger watched from the bar as the crowd parted for Cossette as she made her way to the center of the room, where an officer holding a microphone awaited her.

 

Gracefully she took the microphone and tapped it three times. “Is this thing on?” she said jokingly, garnering a lukewarm chuckle from the crowd.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to welcome you all to my home in the capital of our great nation of Erusea. As all of you are aware, this past year has been met with turmoil and strife, and I would go remise without accepting my part in causing all that pain. However, I host you all tonight in the hopes of being able to extend an olive branch to all our neighbors, near to our borders and far, to work together and move forward from this conflict and carry on together to a brighter future.”

She paused for a moment before continuing.

“I do apologize if this speech is a bit rambling, I have yet to find another speech writer.” She joked

“So, in conclusion, welcome to our great nation and enjoy your night, To Erusea!” She cheered to another mild reception in the crowd.

 

The band director, sensing the mood of the room quickly set the band in motion, playing another rag time tune to distract from the speech.

 

Well that could have gone better Trigger thought as he took a sip of cola from his glass.

 

A murmur carried through the crowd as the Princess moved out of the center of attention. It was a mix of voices that Trigger had a hard time distinguishing, but he could tell Cossette’s speech was not well received.

 

I should probably go see how she’s doing. Trigger thought to himself as he made his way towards the last place he saw Cossette.

 

Trying to be as polite as he possibly could moving through the mass of people, Trigger thought of ways he could approach the Princess.

Well we do technically work together, that should be an easy enough excuse

Nearby he could hear a voice over the others, unable to hear what it was saying he pushed it out of his mind.

 

As he got closer to the far end of the ballroom where he thought he saw Cossette, there was no one.

Trigger looked around, trying to be as discrete as possible.

Where could she

Trigger was thrown to the ground as someone pushed into the back of him.

Staring at the ground collecting himself, he could hear the voice again “Scheisse!” it hissed.

Turning around he found a hand reaching out to him. Trigger took it and brushed himself off

“Entschuldigung, ich muss ein besseres Bewusstsein haben. Geht es dir gut?” the man asked.

Trigger studied the man. Wearing a black tuxedo, He stood a head taller than Trigger, with short cropped blond hair and sharp features. His eyes had a certain intensity that unnerved Trigger.

A Belkan? Trigger thought, clearing his throat.

“Ja, ich bin gut” Trigger replied in a flawed Belkan, surprising the man.

“Sie bist ein Belkan?” the man asked curious

“Es ist kompliziert. Nord-Osea ist wunderbar zu dieser Jahreszeit” Trigger replied, The man’s face briefly flashed a view of contempt upon hearing the word ‘Nord-Osea’. Bingo Trigger thought.

The state of North Osea was formerly Belkan controlled territory, and most of the locals he met while stationed in the region still called it by its original name Süd-Belka, or ‘South Belka’.

Trigger cleared his throat. “Wie wäre es, wenn wir zum Wohle der anderen Gäste Common sprechen?” Trigger suggested.

“Of course, it would be my pleasure, and you are exactly?” The man replied flawlessly.

Trigger introduced himself, “I see. My name is Schmidt, were you looking for someone Major?” The man introduced himself.

“Something like that.” Trigger replied, Schmidt nodded and bowed slightly “I see, well if you wouldn’t mind, I was looking for someone too. I better see off to her.” Before making an about face and walking away.

“Wait, Herr Schmidt, who exactly are you looking for?” Trigger asked

“Well that would be my future bride of course.” Schmidt replied in a half joking tone over his shoulder.

 

Something snapped within Trigger in that moment.

“And what if she doesn’t want you?” He asked, voice slightly louder than he intended. Stopping mid stride, Schmidt turned back.

“I don’t believe I heard you correctly.” He snarled.

“I said. What if she doesn’t want you?” Trigger replied closing the distance between himself and the larger man.

“Major I don’t know what you think you know. But you have no right saying that right now.” Schmidt growled.

Triggers blood was boiling. It was a feeling he hadn’t had outside of the cockpit before. While the equipment had changed the rules were still the same as a dogfight.

Trigger chuckled “Well I’m just saying. You’re talking a big game for someone who just showed up.”

“And you’re not doing the same Major? What would an Osean want with the Princess anyways? Didn’t you just finish a war with her?” Schmidt interrogated.

“I’ve been working alongside the Princess for a few months now, and this is the first time I’ve even heard of you. So, what makes you think she wants you?” Trigger shot back, balling his fist.

Schmidt got into the face of Trigger, towering over him “Because I’m not some no name Arschloch like yourself.” He hissed.

 

“Dostatochno!” a booming voice demanded, interrupting the two men. Trigger looked over to see an older bearded man in a double-breasted coat, gold belt and a gold set of shoulder boards storming towards them.

“Admiral Borodin, derzhites' podal'she!” Schmidt hissed; Trigger guessed the language was Yuktobanian but was unsure.

The unknown officer backhanded the much larger Schmidt sending him backwards.

“Ty yebanyy pozor, Aleksandr!” The Officer bellowed, in the same breath turning his attention towards Trigger. “And You! Who the hell do you think you are to interrupt the party for all these people?” He bellowed at a confused Trigger.

 

Trigger took a deep breath and stepped back from Schmidt who was still collecting himself off the floor, a handful of other party guests helping him up.

 

Trigger lowered his head apologetically. “Excuse me for that sir, that was my fault”

“Clearly” Schmidt spat

“Not. Another. Word. Alexander. Your father and I will have words after this.” The bearded officer growled, attention still on Trigger.

A small crowed had formed around the scene, pushing his way through was Colonel Andre. “What is the meaning of this?” he demanded, looking at the three men.

 

Trigger looked and shrugged “Well you see-“

“Shut up.” Andre barked. “Admiral Borodin, you are a guest here, I do expect you to behave accordingly.”

The bearded Borodin’s mood switched immediately seeing the Erusean officer.

“Of course, Emmanuel! You know how I am; I see these two mal’chiki arguing and I felt the need to step in to preserve the young Rosa’s party.” The Admiral defended himself.

“I won’t have any of that here!” Andre ordered.

 

Seconds later the heavy-set man Trigger had seen earlier elbowed his way to the scene. “Alexander! Komm jetzt her!” He bellowed.

“Ja Vater!” the younger man rushed to the older man’s side.

 

Andre, waiting for the Schmidt’s to depart grabbed Trigger by the arm and led him through a door out of the ball room.

 

 

The two men walked in silence through the corridors until they had reached a door leading to the outside of the Palace.

Andre jabbed a finger into Trigger’s chest.

“Major, you have been a thorn in my side since you came here but this is too far. I cannot allow someone with your maturity to be on the personal staff of the Princess. It is inconceivable that Osea would send us someone like you to do a liaison role such as this.” Andre yelled.

Trigger took a breath to compose himself. “Well Colonel, I could say the same about you.” Trigger shot back.

Andre squinted. “How do you figure Major?”

 

“A week ago, during the Air Raid. Where the hell where you?” Trigger interrogated.

“I was at the Palace, waiting to brief the Princess” He replied

“Bullshit. I asked. You were MIA for over an hour before you showed up to the Palace!”

“Who told you that?” Andre growled.

Trigger snorted “Let’s just say I have someone on the inside.” He taunted.

In a flash, Andre had grabbed Triggers coat by the lapel, Trigger saw the anger written plainly on the man’s face “Why’d you do it?” Trigger asked to buy himself some time. Even if I have twenty years on this geezer, I shouldn’t do this half assed.

Andre was Snarling and raised his fist to eye level with Trigger, “Was it because of Sophie?” Trigger jabbed again.  

“You leave her name out of your mouth connard!” Andre demanded; the look of hate had been replaced by pain.

“I was told everything about her. I know about your daughter and how she was a Tomcat pilot like you-” Trigger was cutoff from a blow to the mouth. It was hard but there wasn’t the follow through he had expected. Touched a nerve I see.

Trigger spit a wad of saliva and blood before continuing. “-I know she was a Tomcat pilot like you and was even in your old Squadron. And-“

“ENOUGH!” Andre bellowed, releasing Trigger. “Don’t you dare speak another word about my Sophie, you already killed her once you son of a bitch!” Andre yelled.

Trigger took a second to straighten his jacked, seeing the fight was taken out of the senior Erusean.

“So, what? Princess starts the war; you lose your daughter and you decide to fake an air raid to try to?” Trigger asked.

 “you don’t know a damn thing Trigger.”

“Try me.”

“In your investigation, did you happen to see what that days significance was to me?”

“Lemme guess? Dogs birthday?”

Andre shook his head, wiping a tear from his cheek. “It was my Anniversary. I lost my wife over twenty years ago. I just lost my daughter. You’ll have to excuse me if I chose to spend that day with the last pieces of my family I have left.”

 

Trigger frowned. It was not what he had expected, while he knew about Andre’s personal history, he had missed that detail. “I am… so sorry Colonel.” Trigger said sheepishly

“Why would you be? You don’t care. Clearly you think I was responsible.”

“So why didn’t you tell anyone?” Trigger asked

“Because what business of it is theirs?” Andre demanded.

“Fair enough…” Trigger said, voice trailing off.

 

“You know Trigger… She was a better daughter than any Father could ask for. She was smart, brave, had her mother’s humor and looks but I guess my stubbornness. Instead of having a wild side like most girls around that age she was stayed at the Air Base hanging around the aircraft. Even without my last name she was a shoe in for the Academy. One of the top cadets in her class. I was so proud when she was assigned to my old squadron. She was a natural I hear.” His voice trailed off as a smile formed across his face at the memory.

“I can still remember the last time I talked with her. A few days before she flew against you… She was so giddy; I mean you wouldn’t have known she was talking about her eighth victory if you were not paying attention.” He concluded, tears falling down his face.

 

Trigger reached out to console the man but stepped back and chose to remain silent.

 

“Trigger… just go back to the party and, if you don’t mind, pretend this talk never occurred.”

“Gladly sir.”

 

***

Trigger held a bag of ice to his cheek, It had been a couple of hours since his confrontation with Andre and his face had started to bruise from the hit. Damn you Old Man strength! Trigger cursed.

 

“Of all the victory balls, in all the foreign countries, and you just had to walk into mine.” A familiar voice spoke next to him, catching his attention.

Trigger looked to his side. “Cossette?” he asked, he looked over to see her still in the same dress as before. Her blue eyes twinkled in the dim light of the ballroom. He could see a small golden necklace on her neck that he had gifted her while the two were in Selatapura.

 

She winked at him and held a finger up to her lips. “Remember, we don’t actually know each other like that.” She reminded him. “Oh yeah. Having fun rubbing elbows with all the rich and powerful tonight?” He asked.

“Well, at least the B team that showed up tonight, yes. What happened there?” She asked pointing out the bag of ice.

“Uhh, Long story. There was a slight disagreement where my face and the Colonels fist needed to be.”

 “You didn’t.” She said flatly.

“No, and I didn’t hit Schmidt either.”

“What do you mean ‘I didn’t hit Schmidt either’; What have you been doing?! Which one did you hit?” Cossette demanded.

“Apparently I have a magnetic personality to cause problems. What can I say?” Trigger shrugged.

Cossette groaned and rubbed her face “Well if nothing else, it gets their mind off my terrible performance.” She said defeated.

“Well the bands helping with that too.” Trigger added.

“Oh yay, the one unit to not lose anyone in my military was the Jazz Band…. I feel so blessed.” Cossette shot back sarcastically.

“But they are pretty good though.” Trigger defended, which was met by a soft hit on the arm from Cossette. “Ouch! Hey, wounded man here!” Trigger teased.

Cossette shook her head. “I can’t take you, anywhere can I?” She asked rhetorically.

“No, But maybe I can take you to the dance floor?” Trigger asked slyly.

“Smooth, but maybe we save that for later tonight.” Cossette replied tactfully.

 

“You never did say which Schmidt you hit. Fatty or the Tall one?” Cossette asked

“Tall, and I didn’t hit him. Some Yuke did.” Trigger explained.

“And why did you have a Yuke do your dirty work?” Cossette asked pointedly, putting her hands on her hips.

“It was very simple, that tall one said some things that I disagreed with, we got in a shouting match and the Yuke broke it up…. Then Andre hit me but that was unrelated. Also, on a side note, I don’t think he’s our traitor.” Trigger said rapidly.

“Ok… A lot of information to unpack there… Just explain it to me later.”

“Oh, you’re no fun.” Trigger teased.

“Just be sure to find me after this is all over. I don’t want to go to my room alone tonight.” Cossette asked.

“Of course.”

***
The ball had wrapped up just past midnight. To Trigger and many of the guest’s surprise, there was no parting words from Cossette, just a formal announcement from the master of ceremonies wishing them a safe trip to their homes.

 

Finding himself in the nearly empty ballroom, save for the handful of palace staff cleaning up, Trigger started singing a song to himself as he paced around the room.

“oh, oh oh, For the longest time.” He muttered between humming the verse and the bridge of a tune his parents had played often in his childhood.

 

He reflected on the rest of the night. It had mostly gone without incident, Trigger watched as Cossette had danced with multiple diplomats and senior Erusean Officers, and had a smug satisfaction watching Schmidt stay in close step behind his father, away from most of the attention. Aside from speaking briefly with Colonel Woods and Colonel Padbury from the local Osean Army garrisons, Trigger spent most of the event watching from the sidelines, choosing to drink his cola and listen to the big band in peace; leaving the officers, politicians and diplomats and their spouses to dance the night away.

 

Hearing the clack of high heels on the floor behind him, Trigger stopped his song and turned around to see a very tired looking Cossette. “Was the band not good enough for you?” She asked smirking.

Trigger chuckled at the jab “I dunno, trombone four was a bit pitchy and well, that Drummer couldn’t keep time to save his life. Maybe the Radicals didn’t want these guys for a reason?” he joked, garnering a tired laugh from Cossette.

“Are you ready to be escorted back Your Highness?” Trigger asked, holding out his arm.

“Gladly Major, once I get out of these god-awful heels.” She said, moments later she returned slightly shorter.

“Better?” Trigger asked. “Better” Cossette shot in response, taking his arm. As the two walked out of the ballroom.

Walking down a darkened hallway, Cossette spoke up, resting her arm on Triggers shoulder as they walked. “While I’m glad to hear you don’t think It’s Colonel Andre, May I ask why?” She asked

Trigger shook his head. “I can’t put my finger on it. Just in talking with him tonight, the man just has nothing to gain from it. He lost his daughter, but I get the feeling he has nothing left but Erusea.” Trigger explained.

“I see. Then any idea who could have been responsible?” Cossette asked

“No, and that’s the thing that bothers me. Everyone else was clean… Could just be a simple case of the Radicals getting lucky.”

Cossette stopped “Ok, and how often do you think that could happen?”

Trigger shrugged “Can’t say, its really the only option left unless the flight commander was suicidal- which I doubt.”

Cossette furrowed her brow “Well that’s troubling.” She muttered.

“Hey, liven up! the wars over, you won. I think its safe to take a sigh of relief” Trigger said smiling, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Cossette gave a weak smiled “You’re right. I need to be more focused on the reconstruction now that this terrible event is over.”

 The two continued on their walk, holding onto each other until they reached Cossette’s room. She gingerly opened the door “So, about that dance?” Cossette asked

“Really? This late?”

“Of course, I want to at least be able I technically danced with my boyfriend at the ball, even if its technically after the fact.”  

“Well, I would be more than happy to oblige.” Trigger said, following Cossette into her bedroom.

“Hmm, but what do we do about music?” She asked

“Don’t worry, I think I have something for that.” Trigger said, pulling out his phone. Tapping on the music player, the small tinny sound of a floor tom drum, followed by a piano.

Trigger, setting the phone down held out his arm for Cossette to join him.

The two held each other close, lazily dancing in the dark room, Trigger could smell the sweet aroma of the perfume Cossette was wearing. He felt her warmth in his arms as he Silently danced with her.

“Fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more” the long-dead singer sang.

Cossette spun around in the crescendo Allowing her dress to fly up freely.

Reaching the end of the song, Trigger picked up the tune, singing along with the music

“In other words, In other words, I. Love. You.” Trigger sang with the end of the song.

Cossette leaned in for a kiss. Trigger’s heart skipping a beat like it always had done since they had been together.

 

“Well that was great, Another song?” Cossette asked, taking a chance to collect her breathe.

“Yeah, about that.” Trigger began.

 

***
Trigger walked into the Jewelry store. It was an immaculately clean place, with beige walls and wooden display cases along the main floor.

“Is there something I can help you with sir? We’re about to close.” The jeweler asked. He was an older man, in a blazer and had thick glasses and thinning hair.

“Yeah, I am looking for a ring.” Trigger replied sheepishly. 

The jeweler held out his arms over the display case in front of him. “Well friend, you came to the right place. What kind of ring are you looking for?”

Trigger walked up to the counter and leaned in close, looking for any prying ears. Seeing the only people in the store was Himself and the proprietor he spoke.

“An engagement ring if you can help me with that.” Trigger replied.

“Well, who’s the lucky lady?” The older man asked. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you” Trigger replied smiling. “Try me.”

 

“Well it’s a Princess.”

 

The man laughed “Ha! Your right, I don’t believe you! Well, who ever she is, she certainly deserves something nice. Give me a second and I might just have something that will fit your budget and still look good on her hand.” The jeweler said walking towards the backroom.

“Wait? How do you know what my budget is?” Trigger asked confused.

“Lemme guess, You’re a relatively new officer, right? Probably just finished your first actual war?” the man asked folding his arms

“Ok, Im impressed, that’s correct by all accounts” Trigger said amused

 

“Well comes with the territory, I was in the ISAF Army back when we took the Whiskey Corridor. Saw plenty of your type around. So, trust me, I have exactly what you need.” The man winked, disappearing in a back room.

***

Trigger got down on one knee before Cossette and reached into his breast pocket on his coat.

“Cossette, the past six months with you have been the greatest of my life. And, well I’d love if we could continue like this for the rest of our lives together.” Trigger began.

Cossette gasped and put her hands over her mouth. Trigger could see tears welling up in her eyes.

 “I was thinking since my contract to Osea is almost up here pretty soon, and the fact that your no longer at war, if we could you know, make it official.” Trigger continued, pulling out the small ring.

It was a small and conservative gold band, with a single diamond in the center.

 

“What I guess I’m trying to say is. Will you, Rosa Cossette D’Elise, Marry me?”