𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑒

10-𝐶𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠

~Xavier Hernandez~

"Where is he?" I pulled my gun out of my pocket as I walked towards Ryan.

"Cell 289." Ryan pointed straight down the hallway and followed behind me while I walked through the doors.

Let's get this over with because I have a grumpy hungover child who was mad that I had to stop feeding her cookies so I could come here.

I would gladly like to be back home right now.

I walked right into the cell, seeing the man tied up in the chair, his head was dangling forward.

Lifting up his chin, I examined his face. Blood dripping everywhere.

"He's the one who tried setting bombs on the bases." Ryan rolled up his sleeves. Grinning at the man.

I tsked, walking around the man. "So I'm going to take a wild guess, he works for the Russians?" I grabbed his arm, twisting it back until I heard a pop.

The man screamed. good thing the cells are sound proof.

"So, why were you placing the bombs?" I crouched down infront of him, grinning.

The man in front of me gave me no answer. Instead he spit in my face.

"Fucking bastard." I winded up my arm, my fist connected with his nose.

The man threw his head back, screaming in pain. Blood was dripping down from his nose.

"Give me a fucking answer." I was starting to get annoyed.

"I'm just going to warn you he does lose his temper fast." Ryan chimed in, I turned around to see him leaning against the wall.

"I'm not telling you SHIT!" The man spit blood out from his mouth.

Before he got a chance to say anything else, I punched him across the cheek. This piece of shit groaned in pain.

I turned around to walk away before something caught my attention.

"He wants you both dead!" He spit up blood.

"What?" My head whipped toward his direction.

"He wants who dead?" I was starting to lose it.

"You and Ryders daughter. He wants you both dead." He started to choke up on his words.

I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I pulled it out to see Ian's contact appear.

"Well you my friend, are useless." I aimed my gun at his heart and pulled the trigger. He body fell forward.

I turned around to the guards and scolded them. "Clean this shit up!" I turned to Ryan and answered the call, putting it on speaker while we walked out of the base.

"Where the fuck are you?!" Ian yelled threw the phone.

"I'm on my way back, why what's wrong." I put my gun back into my pocket.

"I WANT MY COOKIES." I heard a angry voice in the background.

"THAT. Is what I am talking about." Ian sounded like he was on the verge of tears. "Shes having an angry hangover!!"

"Oooo good luck buddy!" Ryan laughed as he tossed the car keys in the air.

I hung up the phone, sliding back into my back pocket before reaching for my cigarettes. My tongue poked the inside of my cheek as I pulled one out.

Ryan tossed me his lighter, I put the cigarette in between my lips, cupping the side of my face and lit it as we walked out of building.

~~~