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#and besides that she stopped a bunch of guys with guns from robbing a bank in the first episode i think
the-breloominati · 3 years
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yeah pan 100% deserved more than what she got in gt
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general-kenobi357 · 3 years
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Someday Soon-Chapter 3
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!OC
Summary: After finding a new lead the hunt to find the Royal Merchant is on.
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We all waited anxiously as Kie began to climb out of the mausoleum. I grabbed her flashlight as the boys helped her back onto the ground.
“That's not gold.” JJ stated, as we all examined the FedEx bag Kie had found.
“Holy shit.” John B stuttered, taking the package from Kie’s grasp. “This is from my dad.”
“Code red. Code red. Square groupers! Square groupers!” JJ alerted us to the car that was pulling up. “It's the guys who robbed your house.”
“Light! Light.” Pope reminded us all, as we ducked down to avoid being caught.
“Turn your light off, man!” John B urged JJ, who sat between me and John B, struggling with his head lamp. Reaching over I turned it off for him before we got caught. We all sat in silence. The only sound you could hear was our panicked breathing as we waited for something to happen.
“Do you think it's them?” Kie asked us all.
“Homie's got a gun.” JJ concluded, as he leaned over me to peer around the corner.
“Screw this.” Kie said standing up and breaking into a sprint towards the van.
I sat stunned for a moment more before I felt someone grab my hand and pull me to my feet. Before I knew it we stopped at the tall gate that stood between us and our escape.
“You have to climb over the fence, Sweetheart.” JJ told me, leaning close to my ear and snapping me out of my trance. The only thing I could hear was his voice. “Can you do that?”
“Yeah.” I muttered, as all of our friends began to scale the fence. “I think so.”
As I jumped onto the ground on the other side I finally felt as if I knew where I was again. JJ grabbed my hand again once he landed beside me.
“Hurry up!” Kie urged us all from her spot next to the van.
“Guys! Guys! Guys, I'm stuck.” Pope called out from the top of the gate where his shorts had gotten caught.
“Pope, come on!” JJ called out, just before he realized Pope couldn’t. “Alright hold still.” He concluded letting go of my hand so he could dig through his backpack. It took me a minute before I realized what he was looking for.
“No JJ.” I scolded him before turning to Pope. “Pope you have to jump.”
“You're gonna rip me.” Pope warned, as Kie and John B started to pull him down. “Wait. You're gonna rip me!”
“You're fine. Come on!” Kie told him as his pants tore and he could finally get down.
“Pope, come on!” John B said once he was on the ground. We all began running to the van before we were caught. Tires screeched against the pavement as we finally fled the scene.
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Back at the Château we all began to gather around the table ready to find out what Kie had found back at the graveyard.
“That bread had mold on it three days ago.” Pope said in disgust, from the kitchen to my right.
“I'll just pull off the bad parts.” JJ reasoned, making me cringe in disgust. “Plus, mold is good for you. It's just a natural organism.”
“JJ!” Kie urged not willing to wait any longer to see what they had found.
“Yup, yup, yup! Let's do it.” JJ called hurrying into the room with a sandwich in hand. I turned around from where I stood behind John B, watching him take a bite before promptly spitting it into his hand.
“Holy shit.” I heard John B mutter as he opened the bag and dumped its contents onto the table.
“Oh. X marks the spot.” Pope pointed to the X on the map that John B was unfolding.
“Longitude, latitude.” John B pointed out, as we all examined the map of the ocean which surrounded the Outer Banks.
“Wait, there's somethin' else in there.” I said, noticing the map wasn’t the only thing we had found.
“What's that?” JJ asked from his spot beside me.
“It's a tape recorder, dumbass.” Kie answered, sounding frustrated and I couldn’t blame her. We had been through a lot that day and we were all becoming more exhausted as the day dragged out.
John B reached for the tape recorder before hitting the button on the side so it would start playing whatever had been recorded.
“Dear Bird.” A deep voice started speaking. I recognized the voice but without seeing a face I couldn’t place who it was, partially due to the fact I was so tired.
“Who's Bird?” JJ asked.
“That's what my dad called me.” John B answered and suddenly my tired mind put together the pieces and I realized this was all from John B’s father.
“I hate to say, ‘I told you so,’ but I told you so. And you doubted your old man. I suspect at this moment, you're filled with guilt and self-loathing over our last fight, but don't kill yourself just yet, kid. I didn't expect to find the Merchant either…”
As the tape ended we all looked at John B who sat in shock at what his father had just told us all.
“Holy shit, he did it!” JJ exclaimed in shock. “Big John... He found the Merchant…”
“Can you... can you please?” Kie stopped JJ from talking as we watched John B stand up in tears.
“Sorry.” JJ mumbled, realizing his mistake. Kie moved to comfort John B who was barely holding it together.
I turned back to JJ to give John B and Kie a minute, Pope was examining the map again and I saw the guilty look JJ held.
“Come on.” I told JJ, placing a hand on his shoulder to direct him towards the door. “I think there’s some mold free bread at my house.
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“Shh.” I reminded JJ, as we entered the dark house, knowing my mom and sister were probably fast asleep inside.
Once in the kitchen I started to grab everything I needed to make us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, as JJ jumped up to sit on the counter. A comfortable silence fell over us as I made us food. I handed him a plate as I took my own out onto the porch so we didn’t have to be as quiet.
“I’m sorry.” I finally spoke up as we began to eat.
“What?” He asked, confused.
“I’m sorry. I flipped out at you before and I shouldn’t have. You were right, you were just trying to be there for John B.” I explained, remembering the events that had occurred earlier that day.
“Well in all fairness you were also right, I definitely went about it the wrong way.” He responded, making me laugh a little.
“So you still want to be my friend?” I asked, watching his face fall slightly which confused me.
“Of course.” He assured me with a small smile. I smiled back as we finished eating.
Once again we were back to being best friends and laughing as we joked around while we headed back over to the rest of the Pogues.
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After gathering the rest of the Pogues we had made our way to John B’s dock where we all sat, drinking again. I sat next to JJ leaning against him. The events of the day were starting to catch up to me and I felt as if I might crash soon. I listened to the others discuss the Royal Merchant while I tried to keep myself awake.
“How much was it again?” Pope asked.
“Four hundred mil.” John B reminded, he sounded as if he couldn’t even imagine a number that big.
“All right, let's talk the split.” JJ spoke up, I could feel the vibrations of his voice pass from him to me, keeping me slightly more awake. “Now, before we say ‘evenly,’ may I remind you that I am the only one that can properly defend us from those groupers who were after us. Protection? Not cheap, okay?”
“You haven't trained.” Pope told him. “You've done zero training.”
“YouTube, bro! That's at least a five percent bump right there. Any objections? Didn't think so.” He concluded which made me laugh.
“Yeah.” Pope tried to object but JJ had already moved on.
“What are you gonna do with your 80 mil, Pope?” JJ asked curiously.
“Pay for college in advance. And also, textbooks. Those are expensive.” Pope explained confidently. “What about you, Kie?”
“Yeah, what does a socialist do when she's rich?” John B asked.
“I just wanna make a double album.” She told us wishfully. “About OBX, the Pogues. You know, the way Catch a Fire is about Kingston. Record it at Marley Studio, Peter Tosh producing.”
“Peter Tosh is dead.” John B tried to reason.
“Peter Tosh is dead.” Kie agreed. “I know. Spirit of Peter Tosh will never die.”
“What about you Iz?” John B asked, as everyone turned to look at me.
“Well, I’m gonna buy my Mom our old house on Figure Eight. Then I'm moving to Hawaii, I’ll build a little house right on the beach. Surf every morning.” I explained, smiling while I thought about it all.
“How are you going to build a house? You can’t even use a screwdriver.” JJ teased me.
“Hey if Kie gets a dead producer, I get to pretend I know how to build a house.” I reasoned.
“Alright well, I know what I'll do.” JJ told us. “I'm gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight and go full Kook.”
“You're gonna go full Kook?” I asked laughing at the thought.
“Yup.” He nodded. “Gonna get a marble statue of myself, and then I'm gonna get a koi pond. Put a bunch of those fish…”
“I'm never visiting.” Kie warned. “What are you gonna do, JB?”
“To going full Kook.” He decided finally, raising his beer.
“To going full Kook!” We all agreed as we clinked our beers together.
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“All right, keep a look out.” JJ warned us all as we pulled up to the nicest hotel on the island. “We're behind enemy lines.”
I’d been here a few times before, once with my dad when I was young and a couple of times I had gone to see JJ on his lunch break. It still amazed me every time, especially now when I knew what it was like on the cut.
“Yo, come on, man. Just put it back.” Pope urged, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked back into the van where JJ sat messing around with his new favorite toy.
“What? You can never be too careful.” JJ reasoned.
“Hey, I predict that bringing a weapon to a four-star hotel will likely cause more problems than they solve.”
“I swear to God, I'm gonna throw that thing in the ocean, JJ.” Kie warned him from the backseat of the van.
“Put it back.” I told him, taking the gun from his grasp and placing it back into the glove compartment. It seemed like me having to take away the gun from him was becoming more of a common occurrence.
“You can't grab a gun like that.” JJ explained, before he bent over to shuffle through his backpack. “Can't forget my badge. Professional busboy.” He reminded me, flashing the badge in front of my face.
“So, where are we going now?” Pope asked, as we all followed JJ to the kitchen entrance.
“We're getting on the internet because only rich people have electricity right now.” JJ explained, as we walked through the lobby of the hotel, most of the guests stared and I didn’t blame them. A group of Pogues willingly in the middle of Figure Eight was not a common occurrence. “See, they got the backup generators going? Kooks don't miss a beat.”
“Sweet Lord, the internet!” Pope cried out, as we entered the computer room. “I've missed you.”
“Let me get in there.” JJ said, sitting down next to Pope. “Gotta check out my Insta models.”
“We don't have time.” Kie tried to remind him that we were on a mission here.
“Coordinates, please?” Pope asked, getting ready to search them.
“34° 57' 30 " north. 75° 55' 42" west.” John B read off the map. “Boom, continental shelf right there.”
“Well, if it's off the deep end, it's not gonna be much of a treasure hunt, is it?” I reminded him trying not to get my hopes up yet.
“Come on, baby.” Pope muttered, as he zoomed in on the map and we all leaned in closer to get a better look. “Come on.”
“Shit, it's on the high side. It's only 900 feet.” John B let out the breath he was holding.
“That's not too deep.” JJ supplied.
“Is that doable or something?” Kie asked confused.
“Yeah, totally doable.” JJ responded.
“Will we be taking your personal submarine?” Pope asked.
“How do you know this, Mr. Dive Master?” I added.
“The salvage yard. They got a drone that can drop 1,000. It has a 360 camera and everything.” JJ explained to us. “It's for, like, deep dives and stuff. It's exactly what we need.”
“Can your dad get his grimy little hands on that?” John B asked, hopefully.
“Well, my dad's grimy little hands got his ass fired.” JJ informed us. “I guess the salvage captain frowns on showing up shitfaced, turns out. But the drone's there. It's in the impound yard out back.”
“How much did you say was on the Royal Merchant again?” I asked trying to weigh the pros and cons in my mind.
“400 million.” John B reminded us.
“400 mil.” JJ confirmed as we all seemed to come to an agreement that whatever we had to do was worth it.
“No. Absolutely not. Absolutely not. No!” Pope realized what was going on. He rushed to the door trying to block our way.
“Pope! Move.” Kie urged.
“Can't we do anything legal for money?” Pope asked me as I walked past him following the rest of the Pogues.
“When you have 400 million dollars everything is legal.” I reasoned with him.
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“Pope, we're not stealing the drone. We're borrowing it.” John B explained, we were all still trying to get him on board with the plan.
"Humans are the only animal that can't tell fantasy from reality." Pope told us hopelessly.
“Did you come up with that?”
“Albert Bernstein came up with it, but it applies to this whole treasure-hunting thing. So, which is it? Fantasy or reality?”
“Why are you so weird, Pope?” JJ asked, more focused on the joint he was rolling than the conversation we were all having.
“It's fantasy, but possible reality.” John B concluded, after thinking for a moment.
“Reality.” Kie reassured from beside him.
“Virtual reality.” JJ told us all, as Pope grabbed the joint from between his lips before JJ could light it.
“Keep the signal clear.”
“You know what your problem is?”
“You?”
“No! It's that you need to relax, man. You're always so tense!”
“I'm not too tense.”
“Alright you two.” I tried to stop their bickering as I climbed over JJ to get out of the van. Turning back to them I added. “Don’t be stupid, okay?”
“Sweetheart, that’s a big ask.” JJ tried to reason with me.
“Yeah I’m not sure you’ve met JJ.” Pope added.
“Hey I’m not the only one who does stupid stuff.” JJ argued as they started up their bickering again.
“Fine.” I interrupted. “Just… please try to stay out of jail?”
“Yeah alright we can do that I guess.” JJ concluded.
After leaving the boys behind I followed Kie towards her car.
“Alright, I’ll let the air out if you want to go get the guard?” I asked her circling around to the back of the trailer.
As the guard came over to the trailer I pretended to be inspecting the tire I had just flattened.
“It's too easy.” Kie whispered to me, as I stood up to give the guard some space.
“So he just kissed you?” I asked Kie, she had just been recounting what had happened to her and John B when we had left them at the lighthouse. It was nice to talk with her about boy problems. It reminded me of simpler times before we had begun looking for buried treasure and had our lives threatened.
“Yeah and I had no idea what to do.” Kie explained.
I was about to respond when we heard a dog barking from inside the yard.
“Do you hear that?” The guard asked us.
“Hear what?” I asked innocently.
“Oh, Tebow's got somethin'.” He told us.
“It's probably just a raccoon, maybe. You know?” Kie tried to cover for the boys. “Nothin' to worry about. Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He said going back to the tire.
“I’m gonna go give them some more time.” I mumbled to Kie before I went over to the other side of the trailer.
“Are you sure that one’s good?” Kie asked, warning me that the guard was done.
“What are you doing?” He demanded as I stood up from the tire.
“This one looks a little low too.” I tried to cover.
“Wait! Wait!” Kie called. But it was too late he was already running back into the yard.
“Shit.” I muttered as we got into Kie’s car. Hoping that the boys had made it out in time.
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“Stealing drones makes you hungry.” Kie joked as John B parked the van in front of The Wreck.
“What I would do to a beer and shrimp and grits right now.” JJ told us as we all piled out of the van.
“It would not be pretty.” Pope teased.
As we walked into the restaurant I saw Kie’s dad frown from behind the counter, he definitely was not our biggest fan. After some convincing Kie walked back to us and told us to sit down as her dad brought out food for us all. I sat down between JJ and Pope as we all dug in.
As we finished up Kie stood and turned up the music that had been playing softly in the background. After some convincing John B joined her as JJ and I laughed at their ridiculous dancing.
Noticing Pope was being especially quiet, I looked back at him concerned, he looked as if someone had taken away his puppy.
“You think Pope’s okay?” I whispered to JJ.
“Yeah.” JJ replied, looking at Pope before turning back to me. “He’s just madly in love with a girl and doesn’t know how to tell her.”
“Hmm.” I hummed, still looking at Pope with concern.
“Come on.” JJ said, pulling me to my feet so we could join John B and Kie. I laughed as he spun me around.
“Pope, what are you waiting for?” I asked with a smile as I held out my hand for him and he reluctantly stood up.
And as we all danced together I forgot about the rest of the world for a couple minutes and enjoyed this moment with all my friends.
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The next morning we had gathered on John B’s dock so that Pope could get a handle on the drone controls before we took it out on the open water. I sat in front of Pope and JJ with my feet in the water basking in the sun. I could see storm clouds brewing on the horizon but they hadn’t hit the island yet, for now everything was calm.
“What's this?” I heard JJ ask.
“Don't touch that.” Pope shooed JJ away so he sat down beside me. “I'm trying to work out this thing.”
“God bless geeks, Pope. Truly, man.” JJ added. “What would we do without you to control the drones?”
“It's not a drone. It's an ROV.”
“Shut up. Shut up. It's too early for that right now.”
“Hey, play nice boys.” I reminded them looking between the two.
“Hey, once we get footage of the wreck, we'll bring it to a lawyer in town and file a formal claim.” John B informed us from the water.
“It's bullshit. Why do we have to do that?” JJ sounded like a little kid being told he had to go home from the playground.
“Well, there is maritime salvage law.” Pope told us.
“You can't just go to the ocean floor and scoop a bunch of stuff up.” John B added.
“I know. I know. It's just lawyers aren't cheap, bro.” JJ reasoned.
“As soon as they see the footage, they'll work for a comp.”
“How do you know all of that?” I asked John B.
“'Cause my dad said it, like, a million times.”
“This tether is, like, really long.” Pope spoke up. “In the wrong weather, it could get pushed around.”
“Then we'll go at dead calm.” Kie reasoned as she climbed out of the water. “Slack tide?”
“So now, we just gotta wait around for the right weather.” Pope told us, as we listened to the far away thunder. “And today is not that day.”
As we walked back towards the Château I heard my Mom calling me from the porch of our house.
“Shoot, I forgot I was working today.” I said to the rest of the Pogues.
“You still want us to pick you up later?” JJ asked, as I checked my bag to make sure I had everything.
“Uh yeah, if you’re gonna be over there.” I responded not wanting to inconvenience them.
“Yeah, JJ and I are dropping off groceries on Figure Eight for my dad.” Pope explained.
“Okay, awesome. I’ll be at the Osborne’s house it’s like two docks down from the Cameron's.” I explained, as I made my way over to my mom’s car. “Bye!”
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As I finished vacuuming I glanced at the clock on the wall of the Osborne’s house, this was the last house I had to clean today and JJ and Pope were set to pick me up soon. After I finished cleaning up, I headed downstairs to grab my stuff.
“Hey, you all done?” Mrs. Osborne asked me as I entered the kitchen. She had always been nice to me, well nicer than most Kooks.
“Yep.” I responded, putting the tip she had just handed me into my bag.
“Awesome, thank you.”
“Of course, I’ll see you in two weeks.” I told her.
“I’ll walk you out.” she said motioning in the direction of the front door.
“Oh, actually my friends are picking me up on your dock.”
“Oh okay.” She said, seeming a little confused.
“Bye!” I called out as I shut her back door and made my way toward the long dock. As I stepped out onto the dock I saw Heyward’s boat pull up on the other end.
When I walked onto the boat something seemed off, the two boys were silent which almost never happened. Looking between them I was confused. Without a word Pope pulled out of the dock and we headed back to the cut.
“What’s up with you two?” I asked a few minutes into the boat ride. The pair glanced at each other, Pope opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but after a pointed glare from JJ. He shut his mouth and readjusted his hat, it was sitting at a weird angle.
“Nothin’.” JJ told me with a straight face.
“Seriously?” I asked, frustrated with the two for keeping something to themselves.
“Seriously.” JJ confirmed, so much for Pogues not lying to Pogues.
“So we’re keeping secrets now? Cool.” I said pressing my lips into a tight line. Before they spoke another word I walked onto the back deck. Hoping that the breeze would help me cool off.
From inside the boat I could hear Pope arguing with JJ about telling me something. I couldn’t hear all of it but I knew they were keeping something from me as their words became louder.
“I don’t want her involved!” I finally heard JJ shout, which seemed to stop Pope from saying anything more and the pair became silent again.
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After we spent the rest of the day surfing we were all back at the Château. I sat watching the sunset, wondering what had happened to JJ and Pope before they picked me up. I worried that by the time I found out what had really happened it would be too late.
“You really think it's out there? Like, no bullshit?” Pope asked.
“My father thought it was.” John B told us.
“But do you?”
“After hearing his voice on that tape… I think I do.”
“Only one way to find out.”
“Look, we're gonna find it, you know?” JJ spoke up from the hammock. I’d normally be sitting right beside him and even though we were only a few feet apart it felt like there were miles between us.
“Even JJ believes.” Kie joked.
“Oh, my God, JJ, do you really believe?” John B asked in disbelief.
“Totally. Wait. Are we talking about four mil?” JJ asked
“Four hundred mil.” Kie and Pope corrected.
“I'm gonna dream about shipwrecks.” JJ informed us all. “Good night, Bird!”
“Good night, bird shit!” John B teased.
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The next day, the weather seemed perfect as we all boarded Heyward’s boat, ready to find some gold. I kept my distance from the others, I knew I should drop it but I couldn’t help but worry about what JJ and Pope refused to tell me.
“All right, JJ. Pin it here.” I heard John B call out.
“Roger that! X marks the spot.” JJ responded from inside. “All right, ladies and gentlemen. To going full Kook.”
As Pope took the drone deeper everyone's nerves rose. We were about to find out if it had been worth it.
As Kie let out more of the tether, I kept track of how far down the drown had gone. At 900 feet the wind was becoming too much and we still hadn’t found anything. But at almost 1000 feet Pope let out a sigh of relief.
“I'm at the bottom! I'm at the bottom! Okay, steady here, JJ!” Pope yelled out over the wind.
“You should be seeing something, man.” John B told him impatiently, we couldn’t stay out for much longer.
“I know, I know! Wait, wait.” Pope froze. “Oh, good God.”
“See anything?” I asked hopefully.
“It's the Royal Merchant.” Pope told us with certainty.
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dylanxmin · 4 years
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keeping pace | jjk
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pairing; jeon jungkook x reader 
genre; western, crime, fluff, humor, angst
rating; nc17
warnings; swearings, mention of guns, mention of jail, 
word count; 1.7k
summary; y/n thought that she was going to make an interview with an ex-criminal, but she learns that he is not an ex-criminal,, 
a/n; This is part of the Bangtan Rodeo Drabble Game hosting by @hobiance ♡ 
a/n2; i hope it’s good for you guys, and you can have fun while reading it!! feedbacks are always appreciated, love y’all  ♡ ♡
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''Let me confess this Mr. Jeon, I didn't think that we would do this on the road, but I guess I can keep pace with this,'' you let out a sigh after finishing your word, eying the man's face who sits in front of you. You didn't know what did you expect from him as a response, maybe a small nod or even a smile? Rather than your expectations, Mr. Jeon stays still, not moving a muscle on his face. 
''Okay... So I guess we can start?'' you ask, preparing your paper and pen to note everything he says, but as the dead silence takes over the hansom, it wouldn't be so hard for you to take note everything he says, you think. Mr. Jeon didn't talk much unless he has to. He only asked your name, and if it's okay for you to do this in another place than his office. 
You simply said yes because you kinda feel scared around him, as he wasn't the safest man to be around. Regret starts to fill in you with each minute you spend with him. Your boss didn't pay enough to you for throwing yourself in front of a bunch of outlaws. And, you mean it, it wasn't an exaggeration. This man who sits beside you has a lot of criminal records, and you came here to make an interview with him. You did need money to live. 
''What's your motivation to commit crimes?'' your forehead creased immediately after the question you just ask. You hesitate to look at the man's face, bet he did think that you were an idiot, just like you. You cursed your boss under your breath, as he gave you these questions for the interview. And, you could understand that they were just a bunch of stupid questions, as the first one gives you the hint.  
''I don't have a 'motivation'. I just do.'' 
He makes a quotation mark with his fingers on the air, and you want to be crushed by the horse who helps to ride this hansom. His gaze now locked on you, waiting for you to ask another stupid question that would probably annoy him. 
''Do you ever regret what you did on the past?'' you hear his loud sigh, he moves on his place to get close to you, and you let yourself to meet with his gaze. 
His big brown eyes made him look more frightening under his long black hair. His muscular body made his shirt stick on his skin, and you couldn't help but think how attractive he looked. Compare to him and his threatening gaze you felt small, very small. 
''I do not regret anything I did,'' you put your head down to write his answer, but your hand starts to shake due to the tension he spreads. You feel overwhelmed both because of how he looked so good and because of how he terrified you. It didn't make any sense how he manage to look this attractive, yet so vicious. 
You prepared yourself for asking another question, but his new position stops you for a moment. When he changes his position, your legs trapped between his, and his face came closer to yours. So close that you could feel his breath while he speaks. 
''Look, we both think that these questions are nothing but bosh, as I can understand how they made you sick after you asked them. So, why don't you ask me what are you curious about me?'' the corner of his mouth quirked up, scans your face to catch an emotion.  
Well, he did have a point but that doesn't stop your heart to go crazy in your chest, hammering your ribs. You were unsure about joining him on this, you feel too anxious to say anything. 
His fingers find your chin after you open your mouth to shut it immediately, caring with his thumb. 
''You do want to ask me something, yeah?'' his smooth words confuses your mind while his hot breath hits your face, then your neck. 
You open your mouth once again to ask what is wandering in your mind, but the hansom stops suddenly, and your body pushed to him without your permission. He holds you steady on his lap, while you were too busy to smell him, a pinch of vanilla fills in your nostrils, and you hold your head up to meet his eyes. 
You find yourself eying his pink, thick lips. The same lips now getting closer to yours. For a second, you feel that time has slow down, and contrary to your heart, you could feel the alarm on your mind, beating loudly to warn you what is going to happen, and how this shouldn't happen. 
''JK, it's on.'' 
To your sake, the door opens abruptly to spare you two. The man who opens the door, stare you two with a teasing smirk, while you try to adjust your clothes, and ignore the meaning of his smirk. You need to ignore it to not to lose your self-esteem. 
''You can't find your answer with talking, baby. You need to see me while working.'' he gives you a quick smile before jumping off from the car, holding his hand up to you. 
Your gaze shifts between his face and his hand, before you hold his hand doubtfully. 
''What is that mean?'' you ask while he helps you to get off of the car. He starts to walk, and so do you. 
''We don't have time to explain it, girl.'' the other man addresses you, and you look at him. Your hands tighten around Jungkook's arm. It was something stupid to feel, but the other man terrified you more than Jungkook and for some reason, you felt safer around him. Maybe this was because of the time you spend with him on the ride, but still, you didn't know him better than the other terrifying man, who is shorter than Jungkook. 
You couldn't understand what was happening, but your blood starts to boil in your veins after you see that you were walking towards the bank. You start to pray that this was some sort of a joke or a coincidence, but deep down you know that it wasn't a coincidence. 
You try to stop from going inside, but his hand placed on your waist, and it was too late to go back. 
''Write these on your notepad,'' he winks at you before taking the last step to enter the bank. 
He places you to the corner of the bank, where you could easily see everything that happens, and you stayed there like a statue. You feel too powerless to move a muscle, besides you feel terrified of what was happening. 
''This is a robbery, put your hands up!'' 
You watched them while they robbing the bank, filling their sacks with money. You didn't know how they hide the guns from you, or you are the stupidest person who can't realize a gun. 
In a minute, the robbery ended, and you feel a hand on your arm, who pulls you to exit. Your legs move without your permission, and you couldn't remember when did you get on the hansom once again. 
''Why did we take her with us?'' the third man talks, referring you while placing the sack right beside you. 
''He did want to learn if I'm regretting the thing I did in the past. I'm giving my answer.'' Junkook speaks, cathing your clouded gaze. 
You wanted to punch him, punch him well on the nose, but you manage to hold your anger. What if they would do something to you? They were criminals, aren't they? And you were about to kiss this man. Ahh, fuck. Now, you wanted to punch yourself for being this stupid. 
How could you get attracted to him? 
''Are you fucking kidding me?'' you let out a scream, couldn't hold yourself from getting annoyed by his smile. ''You are all criminals and I'm with you now. What are you going to do to me? They told me that you were an OLD criminal. Oh, I'm gonna kill that motherfucker boss!'' 
''Hey, hey! Calm down. We are not going to do anything to you.'' Junkgook holds your arms to reassure you, but you want to kick him between on the leg even though his doe eyes looking you with sympathy. 
''I'm serious you don't have to afraid of us. I'll drop you wherever you want.'' 
You scan him to catch a lie, but all you can find his sincere looks. You don't know why, or probably you shouldn't but you believe him. 
''Sherriff would ask me questions,'' you said while crossing your arms above your chest, your eyes locked on him, not caring any other man on the hansom, also not caring how many they were. 
''It is okay,'' his mouth twisted, 
''I'll tell everything I see,'' it probably isn't the best idea to tell him that, but you wanted to tease, annoy him. 
''You can get promotion after making this news.'' he mocked, and you feel the tension between you two. It was ridiculous but you did no longer afraid of him. 
''I'll describe your looks,'' you try to go further, probably playing with fire. 
''Tell how you turned on by mine,'' he teases with a big grin, and that was the last drop for you. 
''Stop the car,'' you say with a direct tone, trying to hide your red cheeks and your embarrassment, but you failed doing that as every man on the hansom tries to hide their laughs. 
The hansom stops immediately after they yell at the driver, and one of them opens the door for you. You jump on the ground, but part of you wants to stay on there, even though it's not possible. 
''I had so much fun,'' he announces behind you, and you turn your face at him. ''And, I'm sure you had fun, too,'' his grin gets bigger, and you can't help but let a small smile. 
''Have fun at the jail,'' you leered, waving your hand. He lets a laugh while closing the door, looking at you one last time. 
''You'll come to see me, baby,'' he winks right before closing the door, leaving you on the street, with lots of dust at their back. 
You couldn't believe his confidence, but you did think of visiting him. If he gets caught. 
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darkshadow90 · 4 years
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His Obsession Chapter 18
A/N: Hey guys. Last chapter for tonight. I hope these were a nice treat. This one focuses on Arthur’s perspective the day Ashe moved back into her apartment, but is still written in third person. 
Chapter 18
Arthur got up early on the morning Ashe was returning to her apartment. He needed enough time to get ready. He realized Ashe’s clothes were still at his apartment, which meant she wouldn’t have any clean clothes to wear. He would need to sneak into his apartment, get her clothes, and return them to Ashe’s apartment. He showered put on his makeup and was about to leave. “Boss?” “What is it, Sid? Why are you up so early?” “We thought you wanted us to be up at the same time as you. Besides, you look like you’re in a hurry.” “Well, now that you mention it, I might need your help after all. At least for this morning. Ashe won’t have any clean clothes to wear at her place or here. I completely forgot they’re still in my apartment. I need both of you to help me get them from my place to hers. We should bring some of her clothes here, too. If we leave now, we should have enough time to get everything done before she makes it to the building.” Arthur found his Arkham uniform. He was frantically searching it. “I know it’s in here.” He found what he was looking for in one of the pockets of the pants. “Here it is. I knew holding onto this would come in handy!” It was the key to his apartment. “What’s that for?” “Let’s just say in case you boys managed to get caught, I held onto this as a plan B. They let me keep it since it was useless for any of the cell locks. They didn’t know it was the key to my apartment, so they weren’t worried about letting me keep it. I needed to come up with another idea to get out of Arkham and lay low at some point. I wasn’t gonna let myself be locked up in there forever. It’s not the first time I’ve managed to sneak out of there.” The two men looked at each other surprised, and they were also afraid. “Let’s go.”
They made it to the apartment and were about to go inside. “Are you sure about this? Somebody might see us.” “I’m not worried. The landlord isn’t around this early. If anyone sees me, there’s a good chance they’ll be too afraid to do anything or they won’t care. And even if some rich person is stupid enough to get in the way, I came prepared.” He patted his pocket, referring to the gun. “Oh...okay, then.” It made Sid slightly uneasy. They were aware Arthur had hurt a few people, but they never saw him do it, and they never saw him kill anyone either. They weren’t sure how to handle the fact that he had talked about shooting someone as if it would be the easiest thing in the world for him. They could rob banks, hurt people, help with a kidnapping, but seeing or being involved in murder was on a completely different level for them. “You’re both wearing your masks, so no one will know who you are anyway.” They got out of the elevator and went down the hall to Arthur’s apartment.
Arthur opened the door and they went inside. It had been left as a crime scene. “They removed Randall’s body and cleaned up all the mess. That’s nice of them. My room is down the hall. I’ll go in the bathroom and take a few things back to Ashe’s place. Barry, you can come with me and help me put her clothes back.” Arthur went inside the bathroom and grabbed the body wash. He’d have to come back for everything else. Barry went with him to Ashe’s apartment. He was carrying a bunch of outfits. He found some trash bags to put them in. It was still very easy to get inside. Arthur was happy the lock still wasn’t replaced with a new one. Everything was still the same on the inside. Nothing had been touched since he broke inside the first time. He went inside the bathroom and put the body wash back where she had it. She had an extra toothbrush in the holder. He didn’t see a reason to steal both of them when he was bringing her stuff to his apartment. He looked under the sink and he found an unopened bottle of shampoo and conditioner. He was happy he didn’t have to do as much work as he thought he would. Barry was putting all the clothes in her drawers and in the closet. “That’s almost everything. She has a lot of clothes. Some of these are in kids sizes. Is she really that small, boss?” “Well, you saw her yesterday.” “Yeah, but she was further away. I didn’t get a good look at her.” “Why does it matter if she has a lot of clothes?” “It doesn’t. It’s just...I didn’t expect someone living in Gotham to have so much.” “She’s barely five feet tall. She’s probably had a lot of these clothes since she was younger. And kids clothes are cheaper than other sizes. It saves money. She’s not rich. If she was, she wouldn’t be living in this city, now would she?” “No. She wouldn’t.” “Looks like we’re done here. Let’s get the rest of the stuff and head back.” Barry nodded. They went back to Arthur’s apartment. “We have everything put back in place. The rest of the clothes and everything else is going back with us.” They put everything in trash bags and left. As they were coming down the stairs outside, they saw Ashe, Gary and Sandy approaching the building. “Shit! We better hurry before they see us!” They stopped in front of the building. “Now is our chance. Hurry before she turns around!” Arthur whispered. She was right there. Just a few feet away from him. Sid and Barry were carrying all the bags. Arthur’s hands were free. All he had to do was move a little closer and grab her. It would be easy. She wouldn’t be able to fight him off. But he wouldn’t be fast enough to avoid catching Gary and the other woman’s attention. ‘It’s too risky. That’s just fine. What’s the harm in waiting a little longer?’ He managed to sneak away before Ashe turned around. He just barely managed to avoid being seen. ‘That was a close one! I can try again tomorrow.’
Arthur got up the next morning to follow Ashe to work. He grabbed a sedative and left. He knew Ashe would be taking the subway to work, so he went there and waited. What he didn’t count on however, was all the people intending to use it that particular morning. He didn’t see her anywhere. ‘Why does it have to be so crowded today?’ She sat right in his field of view. When she looked out her seat window and saw him, he noticed she was panicking. It hurt him. ‘Why is she afraid? She should be happy, not scared.’ He moved and went on a different car. ‘It’s not me she’s afraid of. She doesn’t like clowns. She hasn’t seen me as Joker. She doesn’t know it’s me. That’s right. She was still sedated when I shot Murray, so she wouldn’t have seen me. I should’ve been more careful. I didn’t mean to scare her. She’ll be okay once she knows it’s me.’
When he went inside the building, he overheard a coworker ask her to go downstairs to the basement. He hadn’t gone inside the building until now. He was getting more bold, more confident in his actions. He didn’t think he would ever go this far compared to the first time he “rescued” her. But something was compelling him to do it. He was able to sneak by without being seen. He never thought he’d see the day when being unnoticed would be an advantage for him. He took the stairs to the basement and hid. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned. Just as he grabbed a towel he found on one of the shelves and was about to put it over her head to muffle any screams she might have made, Ashe’s boss came down. Arthur made himself scarce. Her boss said she should take a few days off to rest, since she had been through so much. At least she had a caring boss. Good bosses were rare in Gotham. Arthur went back upstairs and ran out of the building. ‘Damn it! I almost had her. I was so close. I don’t want this to be too traumatic for her, but I don’t have a choice. I need to make my move fast.’ After giving it some thought, he knew what to do. ‘It won’t be easy for her, but it’s for her own good.’
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shatteredskies042 · 6 years
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NaNo Day 10-11: The Past
“You going to introduce me, Haghn?” he asked, walking towards the younger pair.
Michael laughed, looking at Ally, “Ally, this is Kyle Oxley, the man who taught me how to keep up in hand to hand with you,” he introduced, then reversed. “Ox, this is Ally, my girlfriend who pushes me harder than you ever did,” he teased his old friend lightly.
“You must be a hell of a gal, then,” he said, offering his hand to the blonde. She accepted, shaking firmly, impressing the former operator. “So, from the demeanor of your girlfriend, and you, you’re still in the game?”
“The game has changed,” Michael told him. “Some of the old, and a lot of new,” he stated. “I only got into it recently, Ally would be able to better explain it.”
The angel looked to him, then closed her eyes. Michael even looked to her curiously, wondering what she was doing. Slowly, her lush golden-black wings came into view, and she opened her eyes to look at Ox.
“Bloody fucking hell,” the Brit responded, looking over the blonde. “What is it you mean to tell me, Miss Allyson?”
“Humans aren’t the only ones roaming this world,” she said quietly, dismissing her wings and watching him: “a whole host of things exist, almost everything you’ve read about in fantasy walks this planet somewhere.”
“I know about lycans,” Ox blurted, looking down. “It’s extremely classified, but there’s a bunch of them around here. I almost lost my whole team to a pack of them in Northern Ireland.”
“Irish werewolves,” Ally snorted, shaking her head as it reminded her of someone in her past. She idly wondered about that redhead, but dismissed the thought quickly.
“Aye. So, why is it you’re here, then? I have a feeling it’s more than just a visit to a dear old friend now,” Ox asked, looking to Michael.
“A war is coming, Ox,” he told his teacher. “And if we win it, I’m bringing BLACK back.”
“What are you going up against?” he asked.
Michael and Ally shared a look before the angel responded, “Heaven. I’ll spare you the politics and the why, but they’ve got us on their bad side, and they want us gone.”
“I’m better off not knowing that, anyway,” the Brit stated. “What do you need then?”
“Troops,” was all Michael responded with. “For now. If we win-”
“Can that ‘if we win’ crap,” Oxley cut Michael off. “I know you better than most, Michael. You’re going to win this.”
“Nice to see someone has some optimism,” Ally observed. “When we finish that, we’re going to equip teams and have them return to their home countries. If we have a situation, we can mobilize regional teams to deploy quickly,” she stated, echoing her partner’s talking points.
“I won’t ask about logistics, either,” Ox stated. “I assume this is a private affair, no official involvement?”
“Seeing as how I’m officially dead,” Michael stated, “and a war criminal. And Ally doesn’t exist, we’re talking darker than BLACK was.”
“Oversight?”
“Is provided by those who supply our assets,” he responded. “Regional ops, unless it is an extremis, emergency affair, will be approved by the leader of that region.”
Oxley nodded, walking to his desk and sitting on the front of it, looking to the pair, “I’m afraid most of the people I know who would be up for this are retirees of one nature or another,” he explained. “But we can still move and shoot.”
“It’s a personal choice, Ox,” Michael told him. “I only want volunteers.”
“I understand,” the Brit shrugged, then reached for a card on his desk. “There is someone else I could point you to: Have you heard of Shatter Point Solutions?”
“Sounds like a private security outfit,” Michael observed. “Ox, I don’t want mercs-”
“They’re not mercenaries,” he replied. “They are guns for hire, yes, but only because they need monetary support to fund their activities,” he admitted. “My brother, Victor, founded them. They’re thrill seekers, and for some of them that thrill is battle. They’re well trained and enthusiastic, some more altruistic than others.”
“Can I trust them with our secrets?” Michael asked.
“I think so,” Ox confirmed. “I can give you dossiers of some of their operations. They had a few bad apples, but any outfit does,” he said, moving around his desk and opening a drawer, starting to thumb through the files. “Like I said, they’re thrill seekers, and not all of their operations are perfectly legal.”
“Which means?” Ally wondered. A file was tossed up onto the desk, which Michael gingerly took and opened for both to read. “A bank robbery?”
“Read further,” Ox urged, “they incapacitated the guards, kept the civilians in check, cracked open the vault, and just left it there.”
“Wait,” Michael looked up. “They robbed a bank but didn’t take any money?”
“Don’t worry, it confused everyone,” the Brit said as he set a few more files on his desk. “The police finally decided to charge them with unlawful imprisonment, but nobody could ID them and they’ve been under the radar since then.”
“They knocked over the bank just to see if they could, like a challenge,” Ally stated. “I like these guys.”
“We’ll see,” Michael said, closing the folder and returning it to the desk. Michael picked up a pen and grabbed a notepad, writing down the city nearest to Goddess Island, and the time he wanted everyone to be there by. “Whatever troops you rally, that’s where to meet. On that day, we’ll be going to the location where we’ll be making our stand.”
“I assume we won’t be defending that day?” he asked.
“I doubt it,” Ally stated. “I know Murphy’s Law too, but I have an intelligence source,” Ally said, “I know when they’ll move.”
“Do we even have maps of the island?” Michael asked.
“Somewhere, not very well quality,” the blonde admitted. “Actual mapmakers haven’t set foot there, but I have a few ideas on how we can stop them.”
“I do too,” he added, looking to Ox. “Let’s change the subject for a bit, shall we?”
“Head downstairs and join my wife for tea and football?” Ox offered with a smile, securing the files he had withdrawn together, offering them to Michael.
“I’ll run these to the car and join you,” he promised. As he went to pull away, Ally caught him by the edge of his jacket and pulled him back to kiss him quickly, before letting him go.
“The kid’s had a shitty hand dealt to him,” Oxley said softly, once Michael was gone as the two headed down the stairs. “But he looks happy, and he needs it.”
“We’re a good fit for each other,” the blonde said softly, reminiscing with a soft smile. “I’d do anything for him, and I know he would do anything for me.”
“Good,” he said quietly.
“I assume you know about everything that happened, back when he ran with us,” Ox said as they entered the kitchen.
“I do, and it’s not going to happen again,” the blonde promised as she spotted his wife and changed the subject. “It’s been quite a while since I was last here,” she admitted, standing out of the way in the living area around a TV, playing the pregame for a soccer match.
“Really? When was the last time?” Missus Oxley asked.
“Well, I’m not counting the times I was searching for property and moving into them,” she stated, “I’ve got a handful of places around this beautiful country.”
“Is that where the car comes from, Miss Bond?” Kyle joked, as Michael entered the house again and joined the group.
“I will admit I have worked with British Intelligence on a few occasions,” Ally admitted, looking to Michael as he stood beside her.
“I haven’t heard those stories,” he stated, as Kyle brought out a large tray with a teapot and cups.  
You were a part of some of them, Ally thought, remembering her encounter with a past version of him. The world had been at war then, and they had met too early. “Maybe I’ll tell you at some point,” she offered quietly, before she settled into a chair. Michael sat at her left on a couch, joined by Marie Oxley with Kyle Oxley sitting in a chair opposite Allyson. Tea was poured and doled out, with Michael stirring in some sugar as Ally heavily flavored hers with milk and sugar. “Been forever since I watched soccer too,” she mused.
“It’s football,” Kyle groused, shooting a glare at her. “You enjoy the sport?”
“I played it a little when I was younger, I wasn’t too bad,” she admitted, sipping her tea. “I’ve coached a few teams back home, nothing big, just kids who needed somewhere to be and something to do.”
“Really?” Michael asked, learning about her more, always a learning experience when he was around her.
“It was a long time ago,” she stated. “But I don’t think I’ve lost it,” the blonde smirked.
“Maybe she’ll make a civilized man out of you, Haghn,” Oxley smirked, “you still take your tea with just sugar.”
“Better than the joke we had running with Buck, back when,” Michael stated, slowly sipping his steaming tea. “Besides, this is more refined than my coffee.”
“Black?”
“It’s absolutely barbaric,” Ally teased, looking over the brim of her cup at him with a smirk.
Michael laughed and shook his head, before looking at the table, his eyes unfocusing. “We had a guy on our team, SAS, liked his tea straight, always drank it steaming hot. He was a tough guy, too,” he remembered. “Always getting hurt, but he soldiered on like nothing happened,” Michael stated, “anyway, the running joke was he’d eat a teabag, then drink boiling water and swish it around in his mouth.”
This drew laughter, Kyle Oxley shaking his head, “you kids,” he lamented. “So, embarrassing stories about your boyfriend?” he asked, looking to Allyson.
“Oh, I’m all ears,” she promised with a cheshire smile as she cast a quick look at Michael.
“I have one,” Marie said, setting her tea down and clasping her hands together. “I think it was shortly after you came to Hereford, Michael,” she remembered. “A group of the guys, my husband included, brought him to our pub one night after training.”
“Oh no,” Michael said darkly, looking up at the ceiling.
“He’d never had British cuisine before, so the boys thought they’d introduce him to our fine food. So we got him a pint of bitter, and started running him through the gauntlet of our food. He got through most of it just fine, he was actually going through it fairly nicely.”
“I’m tasting it again,” he remarked, closing his eyes.
“Until we got to jellied eels.”
“I can’t stand the taste of them,” Kyle stated, and even Allyson wrinkled her nose.
“He looks at it, looked at us and shook his head, but we egged him on,” Marie said fondly. “He got one bite down and bolted for the bathroom. Fastest run to the bathroom I’d ever seen,” she smirked. “Ran into the wrong one and vomited. So, a minute or two later, you’ve got this fit special operator shambling out of the women’s bathroom with such a sour look on his face you could instantly brine a pickle.”
“He scared the hell out of a lady who was in there touching up her makeup, too,” Kyle stated, a smirk shot at his former student.
“I apologized to her later,” Michael noted, “but that has to be the worst thing I’ve eaten in my life.”
Ally laughed, looking at him, “I’m not surprised, it sounds pretty bad.”
“Okay, one more story, I don’t want my girlfriend to think lower of me than she already does,” he told them, trying to cut the least of the embarrassment away.
“Let’s see, during training, we occasionally used sim-munitions with live actors, paint rounds,” Kyle explained. “It was helpful for urban clearing exercises. Anyway, Michael was Red Team for one, whose task was holding the building from the Blue Team.”
“Wait, was this the ship killhouse?” Michael asked, just to clarify the memory.
“Yeah, it was,” Ox confirmed. “Anyway, the Red Team was supposed to do everything to protect it’s objective. Obviously, not go too crazy with the combatives, but give the Blue Team a good fight. I don’t remember exactly where Michael was, but he was lying in wait for the Blue Team as they cleared the interior. I was watching from a catwalk above as the team moved, until they came to the room Michael was holding. He took early shots at the guys about to breach, they threw a flash in, and Michael kicked it into the hallway. After it went off, it blinded the Blue Team, and Michael rushed out shooting. I think he got two guys before a Blue Team member got into combatives with him. In the struggle, Michael’s weapon went off and shot up into the catwalk where me and the other instructors were watching, laughing our asses off. The paint bullet hit one of the visiting dignitaries from the DoD in the heel, and she went down. We called a halt to the exercise, and at the final tally, he’d killed three guys but died of his injuries.”
“Hey, I want credit for ruining two hundred buck’s worth of a pair of four hundred dollar heels,” Michael piped up with a smile.
“She never came back,” Kyle said with a grin. “In the Red Team briefings, we had a serious and lively discussion on them kicking grenades back at the Blue Team.”
“Hey, the baddies will do it to us if we don’t cook them long enough,” the soldier replied, parroting his argument from years ago.
“That’s the conclusion we came to,” Ox promised, “but your boyfriend was barred from playing Red Team again,” he told Allyson.
“The attitude and those moves have served him well,” the blonde noted, smiling at Michael.
“I don’t even want to hear about the adventures you guys have been on,” Kyle Oxley said, shaking his head. They hadn’t watched much soccer in the time they had been telling stories, but it was all fine. The peaceful talks were broken when Ally’s phone buzzed. She politely excused herself, and Michael looked to the Oxleys.
“Thank you guys for having us here,” he told them. “It means a lot to talk to you guys again.”
“We were deeply saddened when we heard the news about your unit,” Marie stated, “it’s just good to have a familiar face back from the dead.”
“Well, it feels good to not have to hide from all my old friends,” he said as Ally returned to the room. She crossed over behind him, leaning down to whisper in his ear:
“We’ve got a lead on the alpha that set us up at the meeting back home,” she whispered. “But we have to move now.”  
Michael looked to Kyle, “do you have room in your garage?” he asked.
“Of course, we sold our car a while ago,” he said.
“Mind if we keep our car there?”
“Only if I get to take her for a spin,” Oxley grinned.
“Take care of her, sir,” Michael wished, tossing the keys to him before standing. Michael joined the blonde, and they headed for the door. Outside, Ally led him out to a covered area, then created a portal. The two stepped through, and were in their most-used armory in the Institute. Michael went for the locker containing the dragonscale vests and shed his jacket. “Who did you get the tip from?” he asked her, starting to get ready.
“The second in command at the pack,” she told him, watching him dress and prepare.
“So what’s the play?” he asked, securing and tightening the vest, before moving to grab a pre-filled mag carrier.
“The beta is willing to take charge and help us, most of the pack disagrees with the move,” she promised as she picked up one of his rifles. The blonde made sure the weapon was in battery, then cradled it as she waited for Michael to finish adjusting his pistol and finish arming up. “We’re going to take the alpha out of the picture. But we have to do it in a way where we can claim self defense,” she said.
“Some laws they have?” Michael asked, moving his pistol to his hip and then stepping to the blonde to accept his rifle. He slung it over his body and shifted to make sure everything fit well.
“Something like that,” the blonde told him. “I’ll go in, aggrevate him, and kill him when he attacks.” She stepped away, then returned with a sword she had given him. Something small enough to strap to his leg, but still a deadly weapon.
“And I’m here, why?” the soldier wondered. He accepted the blade and harness, securing it and walking around for a few steps to make sure nothing rubbed wrong.
“Because he’s got a pair of angel bodyguards, and I assume more will come when I show up. They won’t play by the pack’s rules for a challenge, so you get to remove them from the battlefield,” she smiled.
“Seems easy enough, stop them from interfering with your fight as much as possible,” Michael observed, rolling his neck to loosen the muscles there.
Ally leaned forward, placing her hands on his cheeks and holding him still. The blonde pressed her lips to his and kissed him gently, closing her eyes and savoring the quiet moment, “after this, do you want to cook together?” she asked.
“It is getting late,” he agreed, his internal clock scrambled from his midnight trip to Moscow, then portaling back and forth between the States and the UK. “It’ll be good to help us unwind.”
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