Operation Tango — Stormy Glenn

They say a baby bird imprints on the first creature it sees when it's born. I wasn't a baby bird, but I had imprinted on Hank the moment he stood over me with his fists raised, protecting me from playground bullies. I had been five. Hank had been seven. He was my hero from that day forward. If he laughed, I laughed. If he hurt, I hurt. If he got a brain freeze from eating his ice cream too fast, my head ached as well. Hank was everything. And then one day, he wasn't. He was just gone. I was willing to go through hell to get him back.