Our Bruised Bodies | Bradley Bradshaw

ACT THREE - PART SEVEN

Here is another chapter for you. Cheers!

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"What is wrong with you?" Siesta asked them moment he saw Grace approaching with a cup of coffee in hand and a massive scowl on her face, which made a kid stumble into the wall in his haste of getting out of her way, even though there would have been lots of space.

"Eat your breakfast." Grace said instead of answering, before leaning back in her seat, the scowl still very much in place as she sipped her coffee. Adam stared at her for a solid moment in which Grace looked down at her coffee, before spotting Bradley, who was just approaching with his own tray of breakfast, not seeing the expression on Grace's face with her back turned to him, which is why Adam leaned back in his chair and pretended to yawn, while making a sign with his hand to warn Bradley.

"Why is your idiot signing danger at me?" Rooster wanted to know, the moment he sat down next to Grace after putting his breakfast tray down, only to look at Adam, who exhaled lengthily, before picking up his roll and gesturing at Grace with it after taking a bite.

"Because..." He was dragging the word out until Bradshaw finally took his gaze from Kazansky, who was quietly sipping her coffee in order to not look at him. "Something got her in a mood and as far as I can tell, it's not a good one and I wanted to safe you, man." Adam said, only to get a glare from Grace.

"How about you shut it, Lockwood?" She asked him, which had him shut his mouth close, before glancing back at Grace the moment she had turned to look at Bradley, only to instantly soften his expression again, as she looked back at him.

"I saw that, asshole." Grace told him, which had Adam throw his roll at her, which Bradley easily cought midair before it could hit Grace, who had both hands wrapped around the coffee mug.

"Suicidal much today, huh?" Bradley asked him, which had Adam reach out for his roll, which Bradley handed over to the weapon system officer without any issue. Bradshaw was right thought, making Grace spill her coffee right now was a death sentence, he could have thought about that a bit more, before attempting to give her a reason to plan his funeral.

"Soooo." Bradley began dragging it out, while Adam muttered that he's not ready for a walk in hell this early in the day, before he got up to intentionally miss that conversation, leaving Rooster and Icarus to themselves. Bradley looked over his shoulder to make sure Lockwood was out of hearing range, before stretching his legs under the table and crossing his feet at his ankles.

"What's wrong?" He wondered. "So bothered that I didn't sleep over last night?" He added not louder than a whisper and half hidden by the collar of his flight suite but with a grin, trying humour to shake up the situation a bit.

"I went to Slider last night." Grace said conversational. "Told me that it's Admiral Kerner before kicking my ass out after threatening to take my wings."

"Fuck. What did you do?" Bradley wondered which had Grace back to looking into her cup of coffee.

"Doesn't matter. We can't rely on him as I thought we can." She told him, before looking at him out of the corner of her eyes, to check if he understood how gravely that realisation was, but he did, thankfully. They could trust no one now.

"Wait, did you tell him? Is that why he kicked you out?" Bradley then wondered, alarmed, but Grace gave him a brief warning look not to alert the other people in the mess hall.

"No, didn't say a word about that." She let him know, which had him nod for a moment, but that didn't mean he would let it go just yet.

"Then what...?" Bradshaw began to ask but was swiftly stopped by Fanboy, who reached their table and dropped down in the seat which had be occupied before by Siesta, only to lean over the table to be closer to the pair.