No Coincidence

Chapter 13

*WARNING* there is a little bit of explicit language towards the end. you have been warned ;)

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2 AM rolled around and Ava found herself staring at the entrance to the Bakersfield market place. Taking a deep breath she cautiously looked around before slowly opening the unlocked door. She slipped inside and the door closed quietly behind her, taking all of the light from the lamp posts and the moon with it. Her eyes adjusted to the dim glow of moon light that only just made it through the grimy windows in a warehouse that hadn’t been used in years, decades probably.

The sound of soft footsteps reached her ears and she froze, blending into the darkness of the dirty walls around her. She heard the cocking of a gun before she felt the cold metal in her side. She raised her hands and stepped away from the wall. She sighed before she let out a small almost soundless laugh at the way this had turned out. The person holding the gun nudged her side and she moved forward.

“Stop.” A low voice said when she reached the middle of the warehouse. Now this was a bad place to be, and, despite her current circumstances, she knew she was safe. She heard a door bang open and lowered her hands as she shook her head slightly, trying to stop the smile that rose to her lips.

‘Always had to be dramatic.’ She thought as the sound of footsteps echoed through the large warehouse. Slowly Ava raised her head and saw a tall man walking towards her. She saw the moon light bounce of his mid-night black hair and how he walked with such confidence. Her eyes ran over his muscular build and she rolled her eyes.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” His deep voice said and Ava struggled to keep the smile off her face.

“I knew you weren’t dead.” She stated simply as he stopped right in front of her.

“What gave me away?” he asked his voice full of curiosity.

“Your funeral. I know for a fact that you were hit in your lower torso and legs. I know because I patched them up. When they said you were having a closed casket funeral I couldn’t figure out why. The only option was that you were, in fact, still alive.” Ava said her voice confident and strong. She saw him smile and smiled back at him.

“You always were the best there was, Ava.” He said as he enveloped her in a hug. Ava hugged him back before pulling away to look up at the man who had changed her life. His dark green eyes looked down at her with admiration as the faint moon light bounced of them.

“Why did you ask me here, Casper?” Ava said after a moment silence. Casper Davis was one of her team mates when Ava was part of the Special Forces. Assumed dead when the rest of her team died, in an unforeseeable ambush, Casper had survived several tours of several places even before he was asked to join the SF unit. He was well into his late fifties now and still one of the best soldiers she knew. He could still beat even the more experienced noobies in the forces in any fight whether it be a fire fight, combat or one on one. He would dominate.

“My dearest Ava, I heard you’ve got yourself in a bit of a pickle.” Casper said his hands of his hips, a smirk plastered to his face. Ava rolled her eyes before looking to the man on her right, who still had a gun to her ribs. Her eyes flicked to Casper and she caught his smirk before it vanished.

“Is this still necessary?” she asked gesturing to the gun still on her.

“Of course it is.” Ava stiffened at the new voice that was embedded in her brain. She clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut hoping it was just in her head and sh was paranoid.

“We don’t want you getting away, now do we?” the same voice said and Ava opened her eyes to look at Casper trying to show all the hurt she felt from his betrayal in that one look.