amor| an Alejandro Vargas fanfiction

XVI

Chapter XVI
Stitches and ghosts

As we got to Alejandro's safehouse, Laswell waited for us patiently. She quickly came to check on us, see if we were okay or injured.

"Are you hurt?" She asked me, pointing to my bloody shoulder.

"Hm? Nah ma'am, I naturally bleed out from my shoulder." I responded ironically, smiling lightly at her.

She just reached her hand out, patting my well shoulder, responding me with a light smile as well.

"So you don't need help with that, alright."

She said sitting back down on her chair, waiting for us to sit as well. I rised my eyebrows for a moment, but chuckled lightly, did it to myself. I sat down at my, crossing my legs, watching her carefully.

Everyone sat down as well, silently, besides Alejandro, who just came next to me, to the hurt shoulder. He didn't say a word, and just carefully removed the sleeve of my t-shirts off my skin. Its been so long since I've got shot the thin material sticked on the skin completely, making me press my lips.

"I uncovered redacted intel regarding a black bag operation. Conducted by General Shepherd and carried out by Shadow Company" the American woman started, looking around the room, at every single one of us.

"This is going to hurt, you can hold my arm and squeeze, cariño." Alejandro whispered into my war, as he picked up a pair of tweezers.

I gently grabbed his left arm, still looking at Laswell, paying attention to her explanation, to some degree. How much attention someone could pay to a story while someone was pulling out a bullet out of their flash.

My body was tensed up, trying my best not make any sounds to disturb the rest. I didnt realized how hardly I was holding onto Alejandro until I've noticed my fingers turning a pale yellowish color.

"They were transacting American made ballistic missiles to our allies fighting the Russians in the Middle East. The mission did not go as planned..." She looked towards me, sighed at the sight of my pale, sweaty face. "Reconnaissance said the route was clear of enemy activity. The reports were wrong. The shipment was spotted before it arrived at its destination." she continued.

Finally, Alejandro threw the bullet out on the floor, some blood splashing on the wooden ground. He gently cleaned my wound and bandaged it up, finally sitting down next to me.

"Thank you... I'll take care of your wounds as well, I promise." I whispered to him, carefully grabbing his hand into mine.

He just nodded as a response, his eyes falling on Laswell, invested to know about his new enemy.

"The Russians executed the entire squad and got a hold of Shadow's comms." She said, lighting up a cigarette, taking a deep smoke in, exhaling it after. "They learned Shepherd was behind it. Russia gave the missiles to Hassan. Shepherd's intentions were good, but the shipments were illegal and off the books. He and Graves buried it. The cover up is always worse than the crime. We were getting too close and they weren't gonna let that happen. Three missiles were stolen. We've only found two. Hassan's got one more- we need to find it..."

"I'll get in touch with Shepherd tomorrow in the morning, and try to solve this nicely...or I'll threat him with his life. I didn't decide yet." Price said, finishing his fourth cigare since we've met. "Go get some rest boys, we are going to be very busy tomorrow. And I mean it."