Convalescence (MxM)

Allow Me (3)

•TW•

As usual, the text was minimal, transactional. Only the necessary information was included, no need for added conversation. I was supposed to meet him in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. Didn't even have an address, just a pinned location.

I'm meant to wait until after Callin successfully acquires what he's after. After that, I need to watch my target and bring him to Callin at the second location he gave me. Simple pick up and transport. Or, at least it's supposed to be.

He didn't give me what I considered enough time to prepare. I tsked to myself, staring at the GPS on my phone. He's already there, waiting for tomorrow night and I'm supposed to start my part shortly after, in the early morning.

With how long the drive will take, I won't be able to gather any extra information beforehand. It pissed me off a bit. I prefer to be a bit more prepared. There's some things I'd like to know, to understand the risks so I can make sure Callin understands the cost.

So, with that, as the sun began to rise and I got through my morning routine, I made sure to ready myself for the day.

I tried not to make it too complicated. Wake up, brush teeth, work out, shower, breakfast, etc. Sitting at the dining table as I finished my orange juice, I went over my mental checklist.

There were rations in my bag, extra clothes and other simple essentials for in case this job drags on. After all, I can't trust that he'll accomplish his goal. And nothing in his message convinced me that I'd need to intervene if things went South. I'd just watch and move on if there was nothing for me to gain. Of course, that means the trip would be a waste but that's worse case scenario.

Keeping that in mind, I cleaned my dirty dishes and set out on my way.

***

It took a few hours to reach the woods and it would be another two hours of walking through to get to the exact location. The morning has passed and it's well into mid-day. By the time Ammon actually got to the location, it would be nightfall and Callin should be well on his way with Blake. The trip took longer than he thought, despite his quick departure, which annoyed him further.

Secluded wasn't a secure enough term for how off the grid this place was. It was as if someone just pointed to a random space on the map and decided, 'yep, that's where I'm gonna live.'

Ammon couldn't tell if this was something that was premeditated, because this person truly had something to hide, or if the person just wanted to be totally alone. Either way, it made him wary of what he could possibly be getting into. Situations like this are exactly why he always goes early for a preemptive run before throwing himself into a job. His safety over anyone else's. He tucked his hands into his pockets, gritting his teeth in his frustration as he made his way through the trees.

Walking through the forest wasn't difficult. However, the traps splayed out were cause for concern. Ammon knew what he was looking for, but some of them were harder to spot than others. There were bear traps, foothold traps, even snares. They were all well hidden within the environment, whoever set them clearly knew the area well. His anger flared once again. He would have to make sure to charge Callin extra, displeased with the increasing danger level of the situation.

The trees were dense, barely any moonlight making its way through the air, the snow thick on the branches. Ammon could see birds flying around and hear his footsteps in the snow.