THE BULLET TO MY GUN | Lloyd Hansen

Chapter 2

I loved taking pictures. And with my job I get the perk of traveling so my camera roll is filled with landmarks and cities we've been to.

I snap a picture of this weird looking guy on a horse while we wait for Fitzroy to get here.

I look at the statue admiring it while sucking on a lollipop. That's when I realize there is a whole memorial going on for who i'm assuming is for sierra 4 around me so I move out of the way.

I turn to see Lloyd sitting on the ledge looking down. That's when I see Fitz and Lloyd talking.

I walk over there with my heels clicking behind me.

"Lloyd Hansen" I hear my lovely husband say.
"Hansen Government Services"

It was named after both of us since Lloyd had convinced me to change my last name to his. It took some persuasion because I was very very stubborn. But Lloyd has his ways with his tongue. And i'm not gonna lie I was gonna take his name anyway. Why wouldn't I want the last name of the man I love.

"Where's the woman" He asks referring to me since everybody knows about me.

"Why that would be my sexy wife, y/n." Lloyd motions towards me coming up behind him.

"Ring a bell Fitz?" I pop the lollipop out of my mouth.

"Rings a bell." He agrees.

"Aw, does it?" Lloyd asks throwing his lollipop.

"Good, you know our work."
"That'll make this next part much easier." I watch Lloyd work him.

"Where is he?" he asks.

"Where's who?" Fitz answers.

"Ugh I hate when you people do this." I groan.

"You really wanna do this?" Lloyd narrows his eyes at Fitz.

"Do what?"

"Hm." Lloyd chuckles.

"You know what makes me sad, Don?"

"You're small hands?" he says.

"what the fuck?" I laugh to myself since Lloyd would be doing this talk with Fitz. But now I really start to look at his hands.

"You spent your whole life basically
building Sierra from the ground up, and here you are, out to pasture, burying all your old buddies." Lloyd tells him.

"Remind me, Hansen, how long did you sociopaths last at the agency?" Fitz asks.

"6 months?" Fitz estimates.
"Five and a half." I butt in.

"Bad ethics, zero impulse control,
unsanctioned torture." Fitz recalls our work files.

"Something like that." Lloyd says,

"To be honest you assholes are just babies. Our methods work." I scoff.

"So how's the private sector treating ya? Does it pay as well as they say?" Fitz ignores what I said.

"What do you think baby? Is it treating us well." Lloyd pulls me to him.

"Very much so." I say admiring my huge rock of a  wedding ring.

"Wow I thought you two lovebirds would be spending your time strangling cats."

"who likes cat?" I shrug.

"I like cats." He says.
I look him up and down.

"That explains it." I raise my eyebrows.

"Let's talk about the mess your boy made" Lloyd says getting back on topic.