Vexed - König x Fem Y/N

XV - Defiant

A/N: Alexa, play Heart to Heart by Mac DeMarco

!! Warning: Violence/disturbing/gross details !!
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"We can't just sit here and do nothing!" I had been screaming this for the last five hours to Price, Ghost, Alejandro, and Soap.

Price held up his hand, "Well, we can't go after nothing, Y/N."

"I told you the license plate number. Who is looking into that?" I frowned, my voice was steady and stern.

"Like I said, we are on it. There is nothing we can do right now." Price looked stressed, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It'll be okay, Y/N." Soap's hand touched my shoulder and I quickly shrugged it off.

"It won't be if we don't go after König now. He was already hurt! I saw him!" I threw my hands up in the air. It felt like no one was listening. "I'll just go my fucking self."

"Where?" Ghost rested his hands on the table we were crowded around and leaned forward. I gave him a confused look. "Where are you going to go?" He said again, a hint of frustration laced in his words.

"I-... I don't know but it's better than standing here!"

"You can't help if we don't know who took him. We can't just play the guessing game." He was annoyed. I could tell.

"Maybe you should go rest, Y/N... we should have answers by tomorrow." Soap softly said.

I couldn't believe he suggested it.

"I can't do that." I said bluntly.

"You could for the last week." Ghost stated, staring directly at him. Oh, I could punch him.

"Are you fucking serious, Simon?" I spat the words out at him, stepping up to him. I wasn't going to just take that shit from him.

Ghost stared down at me, he didn't even flinch at me coming up to him; he just shrugged. "Am I lying?"

Before I could say anything else, Price interjected. "Stop it. Both of you. Someone's life is on the line."

I backed up, rolling my eyes at Ghost before turning back to the group.

"Let us figure this out, Y/N." Price said, giving me a pleading look. "He will be okay. König can take care of himself."

"Fine."

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It was a restless rest of the night. I tossed and turned in bed - hardly getting a wink of sleep. I was frustrated. I was sad. I was fucking worried.

HJHM892

The license plate number was burned into my memory. I needed to figure this out. I turned towards my clock, 4 am.

I got up and got dressed into my gear. All of it. Everything I could think of was going with me. I wore dark clothes to try to hide myself better.

I left a note on my kitchen table.

'I'll do this myself.'