Impulse

CHAPTER 8

Reid's POV

Turning the corner towards the mess hall I spotted Tyler and Hunter sitting at the table. They were having their usual morning debate over which of their fantasy football teams would take the lead this year. If they weren't my best friends I would put them both on cleaning duty just to shut them the hell up.

Both were wearing their standard issued navy blue uniforms so I couldn't hassle them about their dress code. They both learned their lesson about wearing their street clothes when Cap put them on cleaning duty for a week. It was hilarious to see the two of them try to keep this place clean while we all did our best to dirty it as much as we could. They got pissed when every morning at least three of us would 'accidently' spill our coffee. Needless to say they learned their lesson.

As I pushed the door open they both looked up at me when I entered. Tyler abandoned his cell phone that he had just been on, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked between Hunter and myself, who was practically beaming with satisfaction.

Something is clearly going on and I have a feeling that I am about to find out what it is.

"Hey man, are you good for Saturday the seventeenth?" Hunter called from across the room. His all too familiar mischievous eyes focusing on me.

"I don't know, that's a ways away. Why?" I asked gazing at him suspiciously as I walked to the counter, picking up a bowl of fruit and an oragne juice.

"You just had to engage." Tyler sighed heavily.

I chuckled, pulling out a chair and sitting next to Ty who threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.

"Come on man, it's not that bad." Hunter whined playfully. "Anyways, I'm sure you have heard about firehouse twelve opening up a new club in Bangor called Heat."

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Well one of the owners just happens to be a close personal friend of mine and he said he can get us in for free if we want to go check it out."

I halted mid drink. My eyes locked with Tyler's as we both shared a knowing look. We knew all too well just how Hunter's great idea's always turned out.

"No. Don't even give me that look. I swear it's all on the straight and narrow." Hunter pleaded with a huff.

"Straight and narrow, huh?" I questioned, finishing my juice. "Like the time we were 'invited' to the opening of your cousins resturant and we all ended up in the kitchen doing dishes the entire night."

"Or your Aunt's birthday party, where we ended up being the half naked entertainment for the evening." Tyler added.

"Okay, I understand why you both might be a tad skeptical. But I swear it is all legit."

Right then, the door to the mess hall opened as Mateo and Brody strolled in. Thier loud banter dying off as they spotted us.

"Hey, you guy's will come with me. Won't you?"

Brody and Mateo's expressions simultaneously reflected that of mine and Tyler's moments ago.

"Is this going to be like the time there was an underground rave, and you ended up taking us to some underground fight club instead?" Mateo asked, raising his brow.

"For craps sake, is nobody going to ever let that one go?" Hunter uttered, rolling his eyes.

A howling roar of laughter echoed throughout the room as Mateo and Brody made their way over to the breakfast line.

"Just face it dude, you don't have the best track record when it comes to this kind of thing." Brody added taking a seat at the end of the table.

"You know what? Fine, don't believe me." Hunter replied, pulling out his phone. "I can call him right now and put him on speaker so you dipshits can hear it for yourselves."