Cupid's mismatch? I don't think so....

Chapter 11.

"Was that really necessary?"

"I just saved your life you should be thanking me" I replied walking over to him.

"Thanking you?, Sh*t I'm not thanking you for tha–"

"You're welcome, say no more" I cut him off as I checked the big guy on the floor, no ID of sort, nil, nothing....

I know who's doing this...

"We've gotta get out of here now" Ace said and I just rolled my eyes at his annoying wannabe smartass attitude.

"I wasn't planning on staying here, so stop trying to be a smartass cos you're just an ass"

He glared at me before picking up the bag he dropped earlier.

"You're seriously going to use every opportunity you have to insult me"He headed to what's left of the door and peered into the hallway.

"Took you too long to figure that out so I'll just say you're a dumbass instead" I walked to the wardrobe to change out of my black robe cos I wouldn't be running around the streets of Hawaii in this.

I barely touched the clothe on the hanger when Ace came running to me and grabbed my wrist heading to the bathroom.

"There's more of them heading this way, we've gotta get out of this place before they get here." He said in a hurry setting the bag on the sink before turning to me...

"You always find a way out of situations like this" He continued and I stared on before smirking at him.

"Only if you agree that you're dumbass" I finally said and he groaned.

"Do you have to do this right now?,this isn't time for games"

"Got no idea what you're talking about" I stared at him blankly and his glare intensified.

"Fine..."

"Fine what?" I asked placing my hand close to my ear as a gesture for him to speak more audibly.

He mumbled some more  inaudible words glaring at me.

"You're gonna have to speak louder if you want to get out of here"

"I'm a dumbass alright?...Now do your shit and let's get out of here Ari"

I smirked and cracked my knuckles.
"It's gonna take a while"
I said as I stared at the ceiling, this shit is seriously gonna take a while cos this stuff doesn't look like your normal household ceiling.

Damn it!.

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"So this is your biggest idea?" Ace whined for the umpteenth time and I rolled my eyes.

"You say that like you've got an idea at all dumbass" I retorted as we crawled through the really tight  vent with bullets flying around.

Turns out I was way louder than I thought trying to find a way out of the restroom and Ace consistent whining didn't help at all.

"Can you move any faster?" He groaned and I stopped abruptly as a bullet pierced whizzed past my face.

He bumped into my butt and I scowled...

"Why the hell would you stop right now, do you want us dead?"

"Us dead? No, but you dead? Yeah"
I replied as I continued crawling but suddenly the vent beneath us gave way and I landed on the floor...

"Ouch"And almost immediately Ace lands on me with my back on the floor... That did not feel nice in the slightest I can tell you...

"Get off me douche bag" I groaned trying to push him off but he wouldn't budge.

He groaned after I hit him a few times and rolled off me.

"F*ck, that hurts like hell" He got on his feet slowly and I followed suit trying to dust off the tiny bits of dust on my robe.

I can't believe I'm still in this, it doesn't matter now cos i've gotta get out of here before those guys get here.

"Grab your bag and let's get out of here , and quit your whining already it's annoying" I said already heading to the door, the room we fell in isn't of any help to us right now, it's just filled with cleaning supplies and a bunch of other stuff I didn't care to look at.

"I've got a fractured wrist here" I heard the dweeb say and I pinched the bridge of my nose taking in a deep breath.

I'm trying to get a hold of the tiny bits of patience I've got left because I'm about to stop his consistent whining with a punch.

"And why should I give a damn about your fucking wrist?" I turned to stare at him and he pointed at the black bag.

"I can't hold on to that with a fractured wrist"

"Hold it right there, first of all you took that shit all on your own, I'm not gonna be your lackey and help you carry your bag, pick up your damn stuff"

I'm getting out of here anyways and I don't need his help, besides it's not like I care what's gonna happen to him so he can stay behind and whine all he wants.

The steps seemed like a sure way downstairs but the elevator looks faster if I want to get out of here.
They could be in the elevator though, well I'll just have to take that risk.

The elevator made a soft ding sound and opened up, I was about stepping in but was met with a pretty familiar face....

Sh*t.

"Agent 52" He said with that cocky smirk on his face.
Why do I run into people I hate?, I came here to get away from the craziness in my apartment but damn it!... This is another level of craziness I'm running into.

Well it's not like there's no level of crazy I can't deal with, so I'll just get this over with.

"Sebastian Bitch , it's quite nice running into you here, did you come to enjoy Hawaii as well?" sarcasm dripped off my tongue as I spoke, paying no attention to the big gun he had with him along with about six other guys behind him.

"The name's Butch .... And we are here to take you in 52." He replied with his face red with anger.

Yeah, his name is Butch but I prefer the name I call him. Did he just say take me in?, This guy is really good with telling jokes.

I bent over and laughed hysterically while slapping my knee, I could feel tears gathering at the corner of my eyes.

I looked up again through my tear filled eyes and stared at Bitch who wore a really stern expression

"You're one funny guy Bitch, but I've gotta run along and I've got no time for chit chat so step aside" I said staring at him in the eye.

"That wouldn't be possible 52"
He said with his famous deep scowl etched on his face.

He was never the guy to take no for an answer, this leaves me with only one option.

I can't believe I'm doing this in a freaking bathrobe.