Barry Berkman

Part 5

As I watched him walk across the street, I panicked.
"Um, guys, sorry to interrupt this argument but, we've got company." I motioned towards the window and Barry stood up, alarmed. Fuches got up slowly. He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it.

"Fuches, we gotta go." Barry said. He grabbed his guns and ran past me back to the door we came in through earlier. There were stairs in front of the door so he ran up them. I watched him disappear and then call down for us.

"Fuches, whatever happens, I know it happened because of me killing Goran. But you can't get mad at Barry. He made the right call, bringing me here. Now let's go."

I chased after Barry, up the stairs. I wasn't sure why I defended Barry, I mean, Fuches set us both up, but something about Barry being so worried made me feel bad. I heard Fuches sigh as I rounded the corner. He walked up the stairs and we followed Barry straight across the hallway into a room. Fuches opened the door and inside, there was a couch, bookshelf, and a cot with pillows and a blanket. Barry didn't seem familiar with the space, so Fuches led the way. He walked to the bookcase and gave it a hip check. It opened up, revealing a small closet. There was no way all three of us could fit. We all seemed to realize this. Defeatedly, Fuches said,

"Well, I hope you two are close, because you're about to get even closer. I'll go hide in the other one." There is another?! I thought to myself. He stalked off and Barry and I awkwardly made eye contact.