Disclaimer-This is just a crazy dream I had and has no real point hidden behind it. The plot . plot? But despite that, I OWN IT! I own all characters in this story, and if anyone says otherwise, that will be their last mistake! Hehe. Just kidding.

Warnings-PG-13 for language and death. I could probably even put it as PG, but I'm too lazy. ;)

Summary-Mistakes happen. Some are accidental and some are chosen. Make the wrong one, and it will be the last.

The Last Mistake

Two American spies crouched low behind some brush, using up-to-the-minute technology to watch a strategically placed Russian military base in a forest. The plan was simple enough; create a distraction so that the rest of the team, hidden elsewhere, could infiltrate the compound. Simple.

"Yeah, right," one of the two spies mumbled under her breath only to have her partner place a finger on his lips to shush her.

The plan will be anything but simple to carry out, despite the elementary briefing. The only things that Anthony and Janis had to create a distraction were a few decrepit bombs. They were the only ones available at the time of the mission and had to be used, whether they were covered in dust and years past their utilization date or not. But if so much as one explosive detonated at the wrong time, the mission would be scrapped. If all went according to the plan, then the Russians were in for a big surprise.

Janis looked down at her watch. "One minute 'til twenty-three hundred hours. It's almost time."

Anthony grunted in acknowledgement and continued to watch the perimeters of the Russian base through his high-powered night vision lenses. The guards were unsuspecting of any attack and proceeded with their rounds, completely unaware of the spies preparing to pounce. Anthony drew the back-up detonation switch close to him. The bombs had been placed around the perimeter, and even though they were all on a timer, he had to be sure that they could still be detonated from a distance.

"Thirty seconds. Twenty. Ten. Five. Four. Three. Two," Janis counted off. "One."

The bombs exploded and the night air was filled with a brilliant orange light. Sirens started to sound inside the base, but were cut off by the power outage that immediately followed. Fire raged throughout the area, setting the trees of the forest aflame in blinding cracks of combustion.

"Dammit!" Anthony cursed. "Explosive seven didn't go off!" He pulled the manual detonation switch, but the last bomb still refused to erupt.

Both swearing under their breath, Janis and Anthony gathered their gear in a split second. But instead of immediately alerting the rest of the team of their predicament, Anthony stood and started to run at the base. Janis sprinted to catch up and tackled him into the ground.

"Where the hell do you think you're going!" she screamed at him.

"We still got five minutes before the rest of the team moves in! I can still detonate the bomb manually!" Anthony yelled while trying to wrestle his way to his feet.

"What? That's suicide, you moron! If you manually detonate the bomb, you'll be blown to ashes! And that's beside the point! We still haven't got confirmation that all the guards have left the perimeter!" Janis argued. "You're gonna get yourself killed!"

"And if we leave now, the Russians will know it was Americans who planted the bombs! We have to destroy all evidence!" the man finally struggled to his feet and started to run towards the compound. But before he got more than a few steps away, he stopped and looked over his shoulder at Janis. "You'll wait for me, right?"

The woman stood dumbfounded for a second before answering. "Of course I'll wait for you! The mission states that-"

"I'm not talking about the mission, Janis. I'm talking about you. Will you wait for me?" Anthony took one last look at her with pleading eyes before sprinting towards the Russian military base.

And all Janis could do was stand there in the forest, the sky ablaze with fire behind her, and watch Anthony make his final mistake.

*~~*~~*

The funeral had been a long one with person after person telling how what an oh-so-wonderful man Anthony was and how he gave his life for a greater cause. The stories were so similar now, that one could barely tell them apart.

But no one knew Anthony better than Janis had.

Throughout the entire procession, Janis hadn't uttered a single word nor shed a single tear. She simply stood there the whole time, staring at the empty grave before her like a statue.

She didn't know why she couldn't cry, even though she longed to. But the earth solved that problem for her and halfway through the funeral, the sky split open and rain fell from the clouds. It was as if the heavens were shedding their tears for her.

Janis continued staring at the grave, her face chiseled into an emotionless set, even after all the other mourners had left.

Finally, she felt a single glimmering drop slide down her face.

"Yes, Anthony," Janis turned and walked away from the grave, clutching her heart. "Yes. I will wait for you."

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