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My heart is racing wildly, because I know its just a matter of time until they realize Ive got boobs and not muscular pecs. While my boyfriend is slinking around the other side in his undies, with black paint on his body (my artwork, thanks to the small container of face paint he had in his vest) and his own paintball gun, Im the decoy.
Avi gave me specific instructions to surrender so I dont get hit. They wont fire unless fired upon. Although I know and they know that Avi would never go down without a fight.
I run from one rock to another just like Avi told me to. (Imagine one of those ducks going back and forth in a carnival shooting game. ) Im still a bit shocked he agreed to my plan, but it just goes to show that a great leader like Avi knows how to listen as well as lead. I admit it took a little coaxing from me. At first he wasnt into letting me become the target. But when I assured him Id be okay, and that we were in this together, he finally relented.
He said to count to ten and then hold my hands over my head to surrender. But as two of the opposing team members move closer to me, cornering me on both sides, I start to panic. Theyre too far away to make out that its me, but I desperately want Avi to have time to rescue the hostages from his squad and fix this botched exercise. I have to help him, even if it means opening fire to kill the enemy. I wouldnt shoot anyone in real life, because even after all of this training, Im still totally for peace and happiness and rainbows and sushi.
But this is paintball. And Im taking no prisoners.
I turn my gun on auto and shoot.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Little paint balls are flying ferociously out of my gun. Since its dark, I have no clue what Im shooting, and hope Im hitting at least some part of the enemy squad. Im Rambo and GI Jane all wrapped into one.
Something hard whacks my back and thigh. "Ouch!" I scream. "That hurt!"
I look down at my thigh and realize Ive been hit.
By a paintball.
Im officially dead. I think.
Chapter 29
Everyone should try living in the gray areas of life at least once.
Ill have you know I took down two guys before I was paintballed to death. My idea actually worked. During the shootout, Avi was able to rescue Udi and Ori. They captured the last guy on the other team and we were victorious.
Thats the good news.
The bad news (besides the paintball-sized welts I have on my thigh and stomach) is that Im waiting in a large military tent, with Avi sitting on the chair next to me, about to be debriefed on how I got into the war games in the first place. At least they let us change back into our own clothes.
The guy whos in charge of the war games isnt Sergeant B-S. Its this other guy, with a bunch of stripes on the side of his sleeve, who happens to be sitting at a table opposite us in the tent. Hes dark-skinned, bald, and does not look happy.
I dont know his rank, but hes high up there.
Considering Im zero rank, I cant be demoted. But Avi can. And even though he personally had nothing to do with me wandering into the war games, he ended up being an accomplice.
When Sergeant B-S files into the tent, his stern eyes focus on me. This is not good. Its the same look my dad gave me when he found out Id taken his credit card and signed him up for an online Jewish dating service.
"How did you get here?" he asks me. The bald guy with the high rank stands next to him.
I clear my throat and will myself to stay strong and positive. With Avi beside me, I get an inner strength. "I kind of wandered away from our campsite to find a place to relieve myself. "
I know that telling them the entire truth--that I also wanted to say goodbye to Avi--wouldnt go over too well. I decide to play the confused American girl. I know, I know, Im not doing my country any favors by playing dumb. But my friend Kayleigh from Georgia totally uses her southern accent to get what she wants. And this girl Renee at my school--shes super-smart and super-blond-- plays the dumb blond so that guys give her attention and come to her rescue even if she doesnt need rescuing.
Who says I cant play the game for my and Avis benefit? They dont call it war games for nothing.
"I got lost," I lie. "So I followed noises, hoping it would lead me back to the campsite. "
Sergeant B-S huffs at my explanation and definitely looks skeptical. "Gefen," he says, staring solidly at Avi. "Why did she have a paintball gun in her possession?"
Avi quickly glances at me, then looks at the sergeant and the bald guy. "After I found her wandering on the rocks, and realized I couldnt take her back without revealing my location to the enemy when we were already down by two men, I recruited her. "
"Recruited her? Instead of protected her? Shes a civilian. That was bad judgment, Gefen," the bald guy pipes in. "What right did you have to recruit her?"
"I was team leader. I made the decision based on my professional opinion of her abilities. "
The bald guy crosses his arms over his chest. "Youve got to be kidding me. "
I raise my hand tentatively.
"What?" he barks at me, just as the rest of Avis squad enters the tent.
"Sir, I might not be Israeli, but my father is. He was a commando. And my boyfriend is a Sayeret Tzefa trainee. Im trained in Krav Maga and Ive just spent time in boot camp. "
"Shes a good soldier," Nimrod says from behind Sergeant B-S. "If it werent for her being a decoy, our squad would have lost. Avi made the right decision. "
a Ze nachon--its true," Ori says.
Nimrod shrugs. "It was quick thinking on Avis part. And Amys, too. Protecting someone unarmed would have put him at a further disadvantage, so he gave her the means to protect herself. "
Sergeant B-S turns to Avis current superior. "Commander, whats your assessment?"
The bald commander stares at Avi and me. "I think Gefen should be reprimanded for not following procedure. And commended for his quick thinking. "
"Does that mean hes not in trouble?" I ask hopefully.
"That means he gets the pleasure of running extra kilometers every day for the next week," the commander says.
"Dont think youre free and clear of this mess, Ms. Nelson-Barak," Sergeant B-S tells me. "Im thinking of assigning you permanent kitchen duty until you leave. "
Ugh. Not again. Picking bees out of jam, brushing ants off bread. Amy, look on the bright side, I tell myself. Well, at least Im not going to be eating any more Loof. Next to Loof, the food back on base is an absolute delicacy. Hows that for positivity?
"Move out, everyone," Sergeant B-S calls out. "Youve got a few hours to sleep before wakeup. " He then tells me that Liron is waiting for us in a military jeep to drive us back to the campsite.
I look over at Avi, and a wave of sadness washes over me. What if I dont see him for another year?
"Ill give you five minutes, Gefen. " Sergeant B-S points to Nimrod. "Stay here as chaperone. "
Nimrod nods, then when everyone leaves the tent besides the three of us, Nimrod turns around and gives us what little privacy he can.
Avi takes me in his arms and holds me close.
A lump forms in my throat and tears well in my eyes. I cant keep the first tear from falling. Avi holds my face in his hands and swipes the tear away.
"Tell her you love her already," Nimrod says, his back still to us.
"She already knows I do," Avi says.
"Girls like to be told. "
"How would you know?" Avi shoots back.
Nimrod shrugs. "I dont. Im guessing. "
Avi leans down and kisses me, his lips warm and gentle. I pull him closer, not wanting to let him go.
When Nimrod coughs out a one-minute warning, Avi pulls back. Were both breathless. "Be good and stay out of trouble," he tells me.
"Its me youre talking to, Avi. "
He smiles. "Yeah, I know. Forget what I said. Be spontaneous. Its what makes you special. I love that about you. "
"I have a new motto in life. Wanna know what i
t is?"
"Yeah. "
"Everything in the end is going to be sababa. You and me, my moms new baby, my dad and Maria. . . even Jessica and Tarik. "
"You want to know my new motto, Amy?"
"Yeah. "
"Gefen, I hate to break up this sababa party," Nimrod says. "But times up. Your girlfriends got to go. " He puts his hands up in mock surrender. "Sergeants orders. "
"Go," Avi whispers in my ear. "Before Im tempted to go with you. "
"Wait," I say, as Sergeant B-S bellows my name and orders me out of the tent. "Whats your motto?"
Avi winks at me. "Look in your pockets when you get back tonight. "
I hop in the back of the jeep Liron is driving. Sergeant B-S is sitting in the front seat next to her. Im frantically searching for whatever Avi left for me in one of my pockets. I reach in and pull out a piece of crumpled paper. When I open it, Avis Sayeret Tzefa medallion drops into my hand. I remember the words he said were etched on it: Respect, Strength, and Honor.
Back at the campground, I take my headlight under my sleeping bag and examine the medallion. The paper the medallion was wrapped in has handwritten words on it: its a note from Avi. Tears come to my eyes as I read the words over and over. . .
Youll always hold a part of me, Amy, whether were together or not. Love, Avi
When I fall asleep that night, with the medallion in one hand and George II in the other, I know that even if Avi and I arent together physically, nothing can keep us apart ever again. Well, except my dad. . . especially after he finds out Avi and I stayed at a hotel alone. Dodging that bullet will prove harder than dodging those paintballs.
This adventure called my life is never dull, thats for sure!
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