Extraction

7 - Gaspar

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GASPAR'S RESIDENCE, DHAKA
Jane

We got out of the car at least half an hour later. It was a relief, quite frankly, because multiple, stinky bodies squished together wasn't an exactly pleasant experience.

I sighed and then looked at the residence in front of me. The bastard had taste, I'll admit that.

Once we walked inside, Gaspar set his keys on the counter and turned to us. "Make yourselves at home.", he smiled at us.

I rolled my eyes and looked at Ovi. He needed to rest. His body was going to crash if he didn't get proper sleep. "Do you have a spare room? And a shower we could use, perhaps?", I decided to ask, his gaze shifting on me.

"Of course. I could show the kid.", Ovi looked at me and then at Gaspar, who was already walking upstairs. I nodded at him. "Get some sleep, kid."

It was Tyler and I now. We unintentionally made eye contact. I looked away quickly and walked towards a painting, pretending to be interested in it, when all I wanted was to get some good amount of sleep and take care of my wounds.

I felt the tension. It wasn't the discomfort from when we met for the first time after years. It was a different kind, like when we used to get in heated arguments and we wouldn't talk to each other for days.

Except we didn't fight.

I stated a fact. I knew it hurt him, but he needed to face his actions. I hope he felt responsible, though. But because of that, the mutual respect for each other faded out into thin air.

"This is... Uhm... His new house. He lives here with his wife.", Tyler was standing beside me, making me glance his way, however his gaze was fixated on the painting.

He put the emphasis on the word 'wife', yet I nodded at his words, not really knowing what to say.

"Where is she now?", I asked, even though I couldn't care less about the woman who married that moron.

"Work, I guess.", he responded, making me nod.

"Ah, I didn't know that even mercenaries could appreciate art.", Gaspar walked down the stairs, his voice making us drift away from each other.

"It's a beautiful painting.", I replied.

"My wife made that.", silence followed until I decided to speak up again.

"I'm gonna go shower.", I said and started walking away. I found the bathroom pretty quickly as there weren't many rooms upstairs. Once the water touched my skin, I sighed in relief. I really needed this kind of warmth.

I closed my eyes at the feeling and made sure to remember this moment, because quite frankly, the plan has failed us so many times, that the thought of going home seemed distant.

My mind flooded with different thoughts. Back in that room with the team; all those people who had told me to not overthink the plan. They were all dead now. Everyone apart from the Tech Team. They died for nothing, because it turned out we were allied with Saju, who was probably the one who killed them on that boat.

The job was fucked. Did I really feel so indifferent about my own life? And the worst part was that Tyler felt the same way I did.

I got out of the shower and found some clothes on the sink. I grabbed those and put them on, after I checked my thigh, making sure that it wasn't going to bleed again. I wrapped my arm again and brushed my hair in a ponytail, not sparing my reflection a glance. I knew I looked like total shit.