SANGUINE | CHASE DAVENPORT

1.25 | Commander Dooley and Backup Commander Valmorida

Capítulo XXV- Comandante Dooley Y Comandante De Respaldo Valmorida

     Patience leaned against the couch watching How to Train Your Dragon. Ever since that movie came out two years ago, Patience grew an attachment to Toothless. Leo read off the magazine as Marcus answered the questions. "Okay. So, when you are on a romantic candlelight dinner, do you prefer dessert to be A) A relaxing foot rub, B) A night away from the kids, or C) Chocolate mousse?"

     Marcus answered, "How about D) Finding clever new ways to ruin your life?"

     Leo falsely smiled at Marcus and then glanced at Patience. She placed her hands on her knees, "Okay, how about we put the magazine away and we continue to watch the movie."

     Mr. Davenport jogged into the room. "Hey, Marcus. Excuse me, I have to borrow Leo and Patience for a second. Something went horribly wrong with the pizza. Excuse me," he said, gripping their arms and dragging them away to the hall. "How's it going?"

     Patience pursed her lips, "Well," she waved her hand around unable to explain.

     Leo cut in, "I'm distracting him with my mom's lady magazines." He glanced at Patience, "Turns out you chicas actually prefer a man with insecurities. Who knew?"

     "Really? Even I didn't know that?"

     "Look, this mission is very complicated. I had to send Adam, Bree, and Chase into space."

     "They're in space?" Patience and Leo questioned.

     "And I'm stuck here watching a movie and making small talk with a narcissistic commitment-phobe who nine out of ten women wouldn't take home to meet their mother?" Leo groaned. "I expect combat pay for this."

     Mr. Davenport rolled his eyes and brought Leo and Patience back into the great room. They paused unable to detect Marcus in the great room. "Where'd he go?" Mr. Davenport asked.

     "He was right here. Maybe he had to use the bathroom," Patience said, unsurely.

     Leo added, "Or he's probably up on the second floor dangling my hamster out of the window."

     "Just find him and get him out of here," Mr. Davenport demanded. Leo cleared his throat, reaching his hand out. Mr. Davenport sighed, "Fine, combat pay."

     "Thank you. But just so we're clear, this does not include my gas, mileage, meals-"

     Patience grabbed Leo's arm and dragged him away, "Come on."