Creating RK800

Chapter 8

Upon arriving at the tower, Agent 47 was there to greet me. It looked like he had been standing where I left him 4 hours ago. I sighed and looked at the Dobermann sitting beside me. "You wouldn't happen to be in a particularly snappy mood would you?" The animal cocked its head to the side. "Well, I guess I'll have to teach you then."

I opened the door cab and stepped out the dog following behind me. "I assume you're going to chastise me first," I said approaching the front door where the agent stood.

The agent looked down at the dog for a while and said, "I think it's a bad idea, but if it makes you happy then nothing can be done. There aren't any rules against it." He crouched down in front if it and extended his hand. The dog sniffed it for a while before the agent went to pet him.

I was surprisingly stunned that 47 didn't openly object to the idea of having a large dog in the tower. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked. I guess since he was going to let me keep my dog I could at least talk to him.

"I know I've been an asshole-"

"That's an understatement," I chuckled.

"I know I've been an asshole," he continued, "I especially shouldn't have been one to you considering that you of all people that are in this tower probably understands what I'm currently feeling."

"Meaning..."

"My wife left me. She gave me an ultimatum, and she wanted me to quit and start a family with her."

"So you chose your job over her? Why?"

The agent remained quiet for a while petting the dog for comfort. "I was scared. When we met neither of us wanted kids, and I especially didn't want them because I didn't think I would make a good father."

"You never know if you don't try," I said squatting down and looking into his reflective helmet. Even though I couldn't see his eyes I knew his brown eyes were locked on mine.

"You're not the only one that had to learn to survive," he said standing up. "Anyway, I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have taken my frustration out on you."

"Apology accepted, and I'm also sorry for ghosting you for so long. I think both of us have a lot happening in our lives right now. My current concern is what to name this cutie," I said rubbing the chocolate Dobermann.

"He looks like a Butch," 47 said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Absolutely not!" I shouted. I couldn't even fathom saying the name.

The agent genuinely laughed. I don't think I've ever heard him laugh like that before. It was deep but light-hearted. Maybe he wasn't as cold and ruthless as I thought he was.

"Connor," He suddenly said with a more serious tone that sounded almost as if he was saying his name.

"Are you saying that the dog's name should be Connor, or is your name, Connor?" I whispered the last part of the sentence. No one was allowed to know the names of the security agents, not even the security agents.

The man in front of me shrugged, "Maybe both. I feel like I owe you that much. You're the only person I talk to about more than security. Don't go blabbing."

I pinched my lips and dragged my fingers across them insinuating that my lips were sealed. Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I know he rolled them as a smirk appeared on his face.

"Don't roll your eyes at me," I said standing up.

Agent 47 or Connor, rather, reached up to touch his helmet. "How did you know I rolled my eyes?"