Jealousy Isn't A Good Look On You

chapter 90

"We gotta stop destroying everything." I sighed as I looked around the room.

"Why? It's not like any of this stuff matters." He replied and rolled over to me. "Besides. We can do it where we want whenever we want." He winked with a smile.

"You're right." I agreed and hugged onto him. "But we should go and get some fresh air. It's been a while since we did anything besides having incredible sex." I added.

"You're right. The schedule's tight. We should get going." He sighed and got up.
We went our seperate ways. Me, heading out for my newly aquired warehouse mission and John to one of his many interviews.

I sat and waited. And waited. And waited. People came and went. They all looked shady at first glance, but as I observed them, I could tell what they were "hiding".
A middle-aged man, renting a smaller unit in the back, filled with stuffed animals, having the time of his life talking to them.
A young woman in one of the units more to the front, decluttering centuries of forgotten items.
Two young men, renting the unit at the end of the wharehouse maze, taking pictures and giggling the whole time they were in their unit.

So many different people with many different stories to explore. I was almost too intrigued by literally anything else until I focused on a tall woman, elegant and radiating an intimidating amount of confidence, leading a smaller, yet still tall man to the unit I was observing.
The whispered nothings to each other. Meaningless compliments, as their hearts sped up.

"So this is your special place?" The man asked, unsure as the woman only nodded, grinning at him widely.

They entered the warehouse, and slowly, the lady shut the door, looking in each direction before actually closing it. Then I heard the lock click.
And a dull bonk, followed by something heavy hiting the floor.

"Somethings not right, maybe A-Train should come have a look." I texted Homelander.
He approved of my text, and within seconds, A-Train stood before me.

"What's wrong? Hear any screams?" He asked, and I was about to tell him no, when suddenly I heard flesh being cut into.

"Someones being cut." I said asbently, trying to listen more closely.
"I can't tell if it's what we think it is. Or if it's just some kinky shit." I admitted.

"Well, I can't look through walls, red." He said, somewhat annoyed.

"I know. And the door is locked. I'm sorry, A-Train, I just wasn't sure what to do next." I admitted.

A-Train softened his judgy look and huffed. "Locked doors haven't been able to stop me before." He said smugly and wooshed down to the unit.