Guard Dog (Karl Heisenberg x Reader)

Chapter Five

"A bag." I stated plainly, grabbing the dark, crossbody bag Heisenberg held out to me.

Heisenberg and I had been discussing the "plan" for getting rid of Miranda, and earning back our freedom. It mainly consisted of what he said he'd been doing for years: leading her along and pretending to be compliant with her. Of course, when we weren't doing that, we would be preparing in secret. Heisenberg would be working on whatever "army" it was that he said he was building, and I would be trying to learn to control my mutation. 

"Trust me, you'll need it. Besides, I'm gonna need you to pick up some stuff for me while you're out doing whatever it is the hell you'll do. If this plan is going to work out, it'll be a lot faster to have someone fetch stuff for me instead of doing it myself." He explained as he rummaged through a pile of metal junk. "You remember the Duke, right? I think he's been around that long."

"But didn't Miranda say that I have to stay away from the village?" I asked him. 

"Since when were we planning on actually doing anything that bitch told us to? We're staying on her good side, but not actually playing along." He scoffed, and looked to the side. "Besides, we're going to figure out how to control your mutation so you won't kill anyone."

"I haven't killed anyone though, right?" I asked him, mostly to reassure myself. He said it oddly, like I had actually killed people the last time I mutated. The gray haired man didn't reply, but continued to rummage through the pile of junk, still looking for something. I waited for a minute, and he still didn't say anything. I decided that he must've not heard me, so I found it best to not push the issue. 

"Finally," He said with a sigh. He pulled out two walkie-talkies that were tied together with string. He grabbed a knife next to him on the desk, and cut the string off. After a few seconds of checking the parts on both of the radios, he pressed the side button to make sure both of them were working. A quiet but high pitched noise came out of both of them, and a pleased look found it's way to his face.

He paced over to me, still looking down at the radios in his hand. He made a quick adjustment to the antenna on one, and then handed it to me.

"Here," He said as I grabbed it. "It's old, but it should work."

I looked down at the little, black device in my hand, turning it around to inspect the the scratches on it. It was clearly old, and wasn't in the best condition, but it held up better than I expected it to. 

"What's this for?" I asked, looking up at him. He frowned.

"God, kid, you ask way too many questions." He muttered, and turned back around to the desk where he had found the walkie-talkies. He opened a drawer, and pushed the piles of things into it. I flinched at the loud noises from metal falling upon metal. "It's in the case that you need me. You'd be surprised about the things Miranda has been letting run around. She's been letting lycans and shit get really close to the village. If my suspicions are right, she's found what she's been searching for. She won't need us anymore, and once that happens, it won't be good."

He sighed once again, shutting the door with a small slam. He strut past me, his jacket flying out behind him dramatically. 

"I think we've got enough time to fix things, though." He said loudly, trying to be loud enough for me to hear him. I had to jog a little bit to catch up with him. He seriously walked fast. We walked out of his factory, and back over the bridge. 

"I don't really need to show you our boundaries, do I?" He asked me suddenly.

"I don't think so. I pretty much know where everything is, except for where the other lords are." I told him. He sighed, a grumpy expression finding it's way to his face. He pushed his glasses up with his middle finger, and he started straight ahead. A sudden but gentle burst of warm, summer air blew around us, blowing his silver hair behind him.