Help is on the Way

"Lieutenant Blackwood." Steve answered the phone.

"Steve!" A panicked voice came over the line."

"Rachel?" Steve was surprised to hear his sisters voice.

"Steve, you've got to help me." Rachel's voice quiet, as if afraid someone would overhear her.

"Rachel, what's wrong? Where are you?" Steve was starting to get more than a little worried. His normally unflappable sister sounded on the verge of a panic attack.

"I don't know where I am. Please you have got to find me." Rachel sounded like she was almost in tears.

"Okay, Rachel, calm down. Where were you last? Where is Mom and Dad?" Steve was kicking into operation mode, trying to get all the facts.

"I was out with some friends, We were going to a bar at the edge of town. I don't know where Mom and Dad are."

"Okay Rachel. I want you to stay calm. I'm coming to find you." Steve said, reassuring his sister.

"Please hurry Steve, I'm scared."

"Hey, have I ever let you down?" Steve asked in a lighter tone, trying to dispel some of her anxiety.

"No," Rachel whispered.

Steve was loathed to hang up on his sister when she needed him, but he had to find her as fast as possible.

Steve tore into the bunk room, grabbing clothes and equipment and stuffing them into a duffel bag. The rest of the team were standing in surprise at the state of the normally calm First Lieutenant.

Steve was running out the door when he ran into David.

"Commander, I have to leave. My sister is in trouble. I have to help her." Steve spoke very fast, trying to edge around his leader.

David nodded, "Let's go men, grab your gear and we will be out in two minutes."

Steve looked at David with gratitude. "Thank you Major."

"Your family is my family Steve," said David, as the team jogged out of the barrack and down the hall towards the aircraft hanger.