Intertwining Bullets

Chapter 2

Present day

George winced as the doctor cleaned his wounds. The room smelled sterile, the walls a bright wall that was only amplified by the blind in fluorescent lights. The gleam of the metal equipment was nothing compared to the glint of the metal tray it sat on.

The doctor, a kind woman with a gentle demeanor offered him an apologetic look before continuing her work, grabbing the threat and needle for stitches.

The door to the clinic opened and in stepped Karl, a worried expression on his face. "Hey, I heard what happened, are you alright? " He asked, making his way to George's side.

"Yeah, I lost the target though," George said with a sharp intake of breath as the needle pierced his already tender skin.

"You'll get them next time," Karl replied before turning to the doctor. "How bad is he? " he asked.

The doctor looked up from her work, wiping a sheen of sweat from her forehead. "He's not great, but he'll live with some rest. " She emphasized the word rest with a look at George, who was notorious for not following doctor's orders regarding his recovery.

George put his hands up in a sign of surrender. "Alright, alright." He conceded.

Once the doctor patched up George, George jumped off the examination table, grabbing his coat.

Karl nodded his thanks to the doctor, who smiled in return, and followed George out. He closed the door behind him and he looked at George with a knowing, but annoyed, look. "Let me guess, you're not gonna rest at all?"

George smiled, "you know me so well. " He said, shrugging on his coat.

"Georgee," Karl said, his voice dripping with exasperation. "You need rest. "

George shrugged, grabbing his bag. "Nonsense, I've been shot, this is nothing. Now come on, I need to train and get more information on our target." He said, beckoning Karl to follow him.

Karl sighed under his breath but reluctantly followed. "I swear, " He thought, "one day, one day this will catch up with him. "

They got into George's sleek, black, sports car. George had insisted on having it because of the speed, but Karl theorized it was because it looked cool. And he had to admit, it did. But! Nothing like his purple Lamborghini. Nothing could best his purple Lamborghini.

George looked over at Karl, who was looking around his car with a critical eye. "Are you thinking about that dumb car again? " He asked, starting the engine.

Karl scoffed, "it isn't dumb! It's way better than your boring car! " he retorted, crossing his arms.

"Oh really? Well at least my car didn't almost give us away, " George mumbled under his breath. It was true, they had a mission to wipe out a target, and said target had seen Karl's bright purple Lamborghini standing out in the crowd of neutral colored cars and almost got away.

Karl, hearing George's grumble, ignored it, and instead, opted for going onto his phone, texting with Sapnap, informing him that their movie night had to wait because Gogy wanted to work like the workaholic he was.

George drove through the empty streets, the car ride otherwise silent besides Karl's insistent texting and the soft melody coming from the radio. His mind raced with possibilities of how he could get the rogue before Dream, and what he would do if they had another run in with each other.

He glanced at the clock: "1:58". He bit his tongue in contemplation. It was early, yes, but he could get some work in before his daily shift. Or he could take a quick nap, but lose the time to find the target.

As he pulled up to the safe house they lived in, he decided to ditch the latter. The mission was more important, besides, he could live without sleep.

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Hey my loveliest lovelies, hope you've taken care of yourself and gotten some fresh air today! ❤