Death's Angel

Chapter 8

It was a long trip to say the least, from getting into the airport without Selina getting recognized and the long flight to which Izaak found the time and opportunity to "argue" with Selina while Reaper slowly lost his cool.

He was usually sitting in between the two when they had their debates or arguments or whatever it was, Reaper couldn't tell at this point, couldn't tell if it was genuine or they were doing it to piss him off.

After the plane ride and finding a car, the two still continued over a dumb topic.

Reaper gripped the wheel tightly as a deep and annoyed sigh escaped his lips while Izaak and Selina continued their antics.

"How dare you! You know damn well pineapples are good on pizza," Izaak shouts.

Reaper pinched the bridge of his nose when Selina replied, "Who the hell, in their right mind, eats pineapples with pizza?"

"Me, nigga."

"Jesus fucking christ! Are you guys done," Reaper snaps.

Selina and Izaak peered over at Reaper with a side eye before turning back towards each other and continuing their debate which pissed Reaper off even more. It was a long drive, passing a few towns and even some cities until it was nothing but pure countryside.

Izaak peered out the window as took in his surroundings, watching as Reaper pulled into a dirt and rough road. A home and a barn appeared along with a corn field and a few fences holding animals. Reaper parked as the three of them took in the scenery in front of them.

"Out of all the places, a farm is where you take us," Izaak says, "Why a farm?"

Reaper shrugged, "Safer than a cabin in the woods with no civilization within miles and less predictable. Besides," Reaper hopped out of the car, "hiding in plain sight is easier."

"I don't see how hiding in public is better than a cabin hidden in the woods but okay," Selina shrugs before grabbing her bag. An older man walked over to them, a big smile on his face, struggling to make it over to them.

"Ah, you must be the new farm hands that my buddy suggested. The names Micah, Micah Kelsey," He grinned. "Hi, I'm Gabrielle Princeton but you can call me Gabby," Selina smiled, shaking the old man's hand.

"And these are my friends, Kyle Fenson and Izzy Gibson," Selina pointed to Reaper and Izaak, ignoring the glare that Izaak was giving her.

"My my my, it's nice to meet your acquaintance. Follow me, I'll show you where you'll be staying." Micah waddled towards a small shack on the side of the main house, it was "nicer" than most shacks to say the least and a little bigger.

"Your room is on the right, Miss Princeton. Mr. Fenton, Mr. Gibson, you will be sharing a room on the left," He says.

Izaak and Reaper shared a disapproving look before Reaper muttered something under his breath which Izaak caught and scowled at him.

"Well I'll let you folks get settled. Come by the house when you're settled." Micah waved before waddling out the shack.

Reaper peered out the window before turning back to Izaak and Selina, "Look, it's just until they don't continue with the mission, trust me, it won’t be that bad."

Izaak sighs, "If you say so man."

He walks away, leaving Selina and Reaper alone. Selina avoided eye contact with Reaper, she was thinking but he couldn't tell if it was doubt or not, he couldn't read her at all.

"You okay," asks Reaper.

"Yeah, I will be. Just moving so fast." Reaper slowly nods. "Don't worry, you'll be safe here," Reaper assures, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Selina's eyes burned into his, full of hope and fire.

"I know but just know one thing," she says, "I can take care of myself not some damsel in distress."