The Two That Can Do It All

She Knows.

𖤍Fire𖤍

(Chapter Six)

"Well we're pretty sure the Russians broke into one of our bases." Sebastian, one of my men, said in the middle of my office.

My hand was holding my head up by my forehead. I twirled my pen in my fingers while thinking.

"Do you know how they got in?" I mumbled tiredly.

"It most likely was a mole, sir." He said with his head low.

See, he can call me sir. Because he's not hot. Or..he's not my type. But Fleur on the other hand, well, that's a different story.

"And we don't know who the mole is, no?" I asked.

"No, but we're looking. But on the cameras, he was a red head wearing a dark brown shirt."

I took a deep exhale, "Well theirs not that many red heads here so we'll see." He nodded.

"Also, I need-" I was cut off by Quinn bursting into my office. She had a worried face on that also made me worried I bit.

I looked at Sebastian and nodded at him once, signaling him to leave and he left.

Quinn walked to my desk with fast steps. She was fiddling with her fingers.

"Do you need something?" I asked, still tired.

"Yeah, um...I know I don't really talk to you and I know that you probably don't even notice me because all you see if your friend Lorenzo which is the best boyfriend I have ever had and you know how you have your brother and he's like really supportive and stuff and-"

"Quinn," I interrupted her ramble, "what happened?"

She took a deep breath before she said, "Brian got shot by the Americans."

I instantly panicked and put my pen down.

"What? What do you mean he got shot by the Americans?" I yelled frantically.

"He got shot on his hip. He's bleeding bad."

"Are the Americans still here?" I asked while I got my two guns out of the drawer.

"I'm not sure as soon as I saw it I came to you."

I started to walk out the door, "Where and when did this take place."

"They were in the car and the Americans were chasing them here. When he got out the car I'm sure they shot him." She answered.

"Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo, cazzo, merda!" I shouted the last part. (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit!)

"Where's Fleur?" I asked, speed walking down the hallway.

"What?" She asked confused.

"You heard me. Where. Is. Fleur."

"I'm sure she's up in her room, probably sleeping or making bracelets."

I clenched my jaw at the word "sure". But why would she be down her, right?

With my jaw still clenched I muttered, "Good."