𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐨

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Lloyd's heels bounced off the cement block he was sitting on.

The sun was covered by clouds as he watched people march up the stairs towards the chapel, his sunglasses low on his nose while he sucked on his lollipop. "Donald Fitzroy, the legend." Lloyd's voice carried over the space, earning the attention of the elderly man, Donald tugging his black peacoat tighter around him. "Do I know you?" Donalds question made Lloyd's smile grow, the stick of the lollipop being tugged out of his mouth by deft fingers. "I'd sure hope so, considering your niece's guardian happens to be my girlfriend.

All at once recognition flashed across Donald's face. "Ah, so you're Lloyd Hansen."

"In the flesh," Lloyd extended his arms as he hopped off the cement block, draping his jacket over his forearm, "you're fake family is causing a real problem for me." Lloyd wrapped an arm around Donald's shoulders, tugging him into his side as he forced him to walk down the stairs. "I assure you that I have no idea what you're talking about." Lloyd almost laughed at Donald's words, it was comical truly how calm Donald was even as his muscles tightened, the tension resting in his shoulders appearing as Lloyd lead them further from civilization. Lloyd had Donald in a position where he held none of the cards, and Lloyd held all of them. "Really, because there's been two assassination attempts in two days, one at my home in Croatia, a beautiful slice across the throat," Donalds eyes trailed over to where Lloyd was walking beside him, watching the sly smirk grow on the mans lips, "and another in Washington D.C. a shot missing the heart by millimeters, sound awfully like our favorite girl right?"

When Donald said nothing, Lloyd abruptly stopped, moving to stand in front of the man. The sun had completely been hidden by clouds, rain drops starting to descend on the pair in an abandoned alleyway. "What do you want?" Donald finally asked, tucking his hands into his pockets as his fingers nervously twitched. "Now was that so hard," a devious smile crossed Lloyd's lips, "my sunshine is angry at me, and I know you are aware of their location," Lloyd reached forward to brush dust off of Donald's shoulders, before he squeezed the mans shoulders, "you're going to take me to them, and if she doesn't come with me, if she is able to escape, you will order the locate and destroy command."

"And why would I do that?"

Lloyd tilted his head back, blowing a long breath from his lips and rolling his head around his shoulders, "so many questions Donald, don't you know that learning less is better." When Donald raised his eyebrows, Lloyd's shoulders sunk, "Denny Carmichael is going to murder her if I can't get her to safety, I'm not worried about whatever Six has, I won't have her blood on my hands, not when I still love her, even if she doesn't believe it."

"That's the most genuine I've ever heard you be Hansen," Donald shrugged, "too bad I'm going to decline your offer."

"She's with Six, the pair of them together are the deadliest couple in the CIA, he trained her with guns, so anything he can do, she can do just as efficiently, I'm not worried if Denny comes after them, they're more than prepared." Donalds casual tone made Lloyd's lips curl in disgust, reaching behind him to pull his gun from his pants, pressing the barrel against Donalds chest, chuckling when fear flashed against his features. "Perhaps I did not explain myself enough Don, so let me rephrase that," Lloyd cleared his throat as he lowered the safety on his gun.

"You will take me to their extraction point, you will convince them to come with me, and we will go from there."

Lloyd couldn't believe he was actually asking the man who denied his application to the CIA for help, but the truth is, Donald was the closet thing Addison had to family for years, if anyone was going to be able to find her, it was him. Rain was pouring down on the two men, bouncing off the cobblestone sidewalk and splashing against their ankles. The silence was suffocating, puffs of air leaving lips, clouds of breath disappearing. "Okay, I'll take you to them, but I won't convince her to help you," a deep breath left Donalds lips when Lloyd dropped his weapon, tucking the gun back into his pants, "you messed up your relationship, that's for you to fix."