Eli laid on the floor of a hut, the door was open and the floor was rickety under his weight. When he opened his eyes the sight of the ocean through the door was not too far off. He laid still for a moment, wondering how he got here. He could remember someone crying, holding her trying to make it better. 

After he saw the ocean he shut his eyes again in case anyone was watching him. He listend for a second, the only thing he could hear was the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, and a couple of seagulls. When he got tired of waiting for something to happen he opened his eyes and raised a hand in front of him, with only a thought it ignited in flames.Well if nothing else he had his power going for him.

"Are you okay Chief?" A booming voice said.

Eli jumped to his feet and in shock."Jim!? What are you doing here!?" Eli wore a face of shock and surprise. He was supposed to be dead, wasn't he?  Didn't something happen? 

"You've been on that floor for a day now. Toss'n and turn'n, thought you might die at any momnet. You been drunk going on two days now, ought to slow down a bit, enjoy where we are."

"What..? I thought..."

"Cheif, you don't remember? We got promoted just the other day. I'm a Lieutenant and your a Chief Warrant Officer now. You don't remember? "

"Jim, I swear you were dead. I saw it, I did it, brother you were dead as 4am."

"That's all the drink messin your head up come now boy." Jim Harper,  Eli's Craigs long dead friend was standing in front of him with a hand extended, waiting for Eli to grab it. This was one of those defining moments in a person's life,  Eli could keep fighting or, maybe, for once, he could stop. He could stop fighting every battle he saw, and just be a normal person. It was a opportunity that was seldom given and be damned if Elijah Craig wasn't gonna take. 

"Must've hit my head and got that amnesia shit. "Eli took his hand and got off the floor. Eli looked around him, he was in what most people would call a small four room shack. Just enough space to move around in, just enough space for two maybe three people to live in. For someone like Elijah Craig, it was perfect. 

With a smile in his face Elijah looked himself over, he was as every bit as in shape as his station in the Special Forces would demand if not better. His body was made up of hard, lean and ripped muscle. 


The myriad of scars that once covered his body were gone, now replaced by ones of a much lesser extent. There were some scars left by a knife or two, even one that told a story of being shot three times. Even still was a massive improvement over what it used to be. 

All he had on was a pair of cargo shorts. A haggerd and worn pair that looked to have seen as many bad days as the man who was wearing them. Like the man wearing them, they were a little frayed at the edges, a tiny hole here it there but that was about it. 

"Or you just drank yourself stupid. " Jim Harper's voice bombed. Jim was larger man, standing over six feet tall, in the same physical condition of Eli. His voice was loud and commanded attention. Jim was handsome man in that was counter to Elijah. Were as Elijah was had rugged good looks going for him, Jim looked more like three piece suit kinda guy. 

"I'd argue that but it won't do a bit of good. You ain't likely wrong." Eli said with a smile that said he was proud of the fact. Elijah Craig hugged the man in front of him and thanked him for always being the friend he needed. "Now let's go see what trouble we can scare up." With that he was walking out the door. Till the booming voice stopped him. As he turned to see why he was stopped. 

"EC, you might this! " Jim Harper threw a 12 string guitar at Elijah. Painted in this guitar was two tribal animals, a cougar on the top, and great white shark on the bottom. Both animals had a meaning to them. The cougar was meant to symbolize Leadership, loyalty, courage, taking responsibility, foresight, the shark on the other hand was for survival, and adaptability. This was gift given by both mothers of Jim and Elijah. It wasn't as old as one would think it would be, but was none the less warn. When it reached Elijah's hands a smile lit up his face. It was old gift that was laid low with his best friend. The moment it was wrapped around him he started playing the malaguena

"Let's go Harper, I only got do much daylight to burn." Eli  shouted.