Playing With Fire (R6xOC)

Chapter 17

She breathed in deeply, before opening her eyes.

"You're awake, how are you feeling?"

"Krystof?" She asked, still waking up from her bout of unconsciousness.

"Nope." Spectre spoke in a hushed tone, since Nero was asleep, Jäger let Reaper take over while he took a nap, and they thought I was asleep. I was leaning against the wall in the corner. My visor didn't allow anyone to see into my helmet in the dark.

"Spectre?"

"Affirmative."

"What time is it?"

"Late. Everyone else is sleeping, and we're nearly home."

"What happened?" She asked, feeling her wound. She winced, before trying to sit up.

"Too much to explain right now, He." Spectre was sat by her stretcher, his back to me.

"Why are you up though?"

"I was worried something might happen to you." His voice, even filtered, was sincere. More sincere than I'd ever heard it.

"Spectre, I know what's going on. I'm not stupid." She started, as I winced for him. "I don't even know what you look like."

Wordlessly, he put his hands on the sides of his helmet. A hiss as it unlatched, and it was off. All I saw was his dark hair, before I realized I was intruding and shut my eyes.

"And now you do." He whispered, as I heard the hiss once more. "I'll let you get some sleep, He."

•••

A nod from Mason and I lit the gasoline-soaked apartment into flames. In an instant, every important document and shred of evidence was destroyed. Code patted me on the back, as they walked away. I stayed, captivated by the warmth and intrigue the dancing waves of fire generated.

"Firebreak, let's go."

I stayed a minute longer to enjoy the fruits of my labor, a fire now growing out of control and attacking the adjacent apartments. The spread lashed out like a tendril of some ancient beast, straining to be let out of its confinement.

"We've got to go, Krystof!"

I turned around, walking to the SUV and getting in. We drove off, leaving the blaze to do its thing.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I asked as I looked at it in the rear view mirror. It had now engulfed most of the apartment complex, a wildly unrestrained flame that shot high into the night. My first real, harmless blaze. It was a perfect moment, I could've watched it forever.

•••

I awoke with a start, slowly remembering where, when, and who I was. I saw He on the stretcher, asleep, and Spectre sitting by her side. Reaper stood by the ramp, holding onto a strap to stay standing. Nero sat opposite me on the row of seats, still asleep.

"This is your captain, speaking. We are initiating the landing procedure, so please fasten your seatbelts and hold onto recovering patients. I would like to thank you for flying Jäg-airlines, and please do come again. There's nothing I love more than the smell of burnt flesh."

We landed without issue, as my mind focused on one fact: that piece of shit is my father. The reality of that fact hit me like a freight train. I was Mason's son, his blood. He raped a woman, and I'm here because of it. Not a pleasant thought.

The ramp lowered as we were met with a few of our colleagues. Mira rushed towards Nero, as he carefully put the deceased Nomad's weapon on the seat. They embraced, as I smiled slightly.