Extraction

8 - Gaspar (2)

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GASPAR'S RESIDENCE, DHAKA
Tyler

I knew that calling Gaspar was a mistake. And I was aware that him and Jane weren't on good terms. But the mission was the kid and not finding cover was a suicide mission. He was our only salvation.

The kid was in the spare room and Jane had gone to shower. I was sitting at a table with Gaspar, a glass of whiskey in my hand and two pills in the other. "Cheers.", I muttered and clinked my glass with his, gulping down the drink.

"What's that for?", he asked me taking the little box from me. "Back, shoulder, knee.", I said, before gulping mine down.

"Ow, ow, my knee.", he muttered jokingly in pain, making me chuckle. "Two ought do it.", Gaspar took two and swallowed them, my lips twitched a little.

"So, where are we?", I decided to ask. "We are south of the city center... I told Nik that an extraction is... It's not feasible.", he popped the bottle open and poured us some more whiskey.

"Well, you know, the city is surrounded by rivers. There are bridges going in and out. But every one of those bridges currently is blocked by roadblock, because you are a very popular individual.", he took a sip, making me look at him and then back at the drink in my hand.

"I figure we lie low a couple of days, we let the panic dissipate. And we'll get you going."

"Sounds good.", I nodded tiredly, pushing my hair out of my forehead.

"So tell me man... What the hell?", I adjusted my arm so that it wasn't in a painful position and looked at him, sighing.

"What do you want me to say, Gaspar?"

"Jane. Thought it was over with her, man.", I looked away and grabbed the whiskey.

"It is."

"You know what I'm talking about.", he raised an eyebrow and stood up, walking to the fridge.

"Nik told us to show up. I had no idea she'd be there. She probably didn't either.", I muttered, finishing up my drink. I grasped the bottle with my good arm and opened it, pouring some more in my glass.

"You should've left once you found out.", he pulled a plate out of the fridge and grasped a fork, walking back to the table. I raised my eyebrows at him, confused.

"We're adults, Gaspar. This is our job. It was bound to happen, anyway.", I told him, making him shake his head a little.

"Don't trust her, man. Here you go. Now, be careful about what you're gonna say. My wife made that.", Gaspar chuckled a little and pushed the plate towards me.

"Why don't you? We always worked well together?", I muttered and started eating. Gaspar leaned his chin on the palm of his hand, a small smile forming on his lips.

"Cause I do.", he responded in a light tone. "She never gave me a reason to trust her.", I ignored his stupid statement and kept eating.

"Does she still take them?", he asked lowly, my gaze shifting on him. "Take what?"

"Medication. It's been years, but I've come out of it.", I swallowed, looking down. Has she? I've seen her take something at the office.

"No idea.", I muttered. "You've stopped? Really? That's great man.", he nodded and leaned against his chair.

"This mercenary world just worsened my mental state. I knew what I had to do.", he said and pressed his lips into a thin line. "I've gotta go. Gotta kiss my wife.", Gaspar said jokingly, exhaling. "But you stay here and rest up. And I will be back."