A Beautiful Weapon

Chapter 4

"Monroe, this is your bodyguard during your stay here."

Huxley said, pointing at a man in a suit.

"I'm Graham, nice to meet you."

"Hi, I'm Monroe. Nice to meet you too."

"Basically, he'll be doing what Hunt here would've done had the contract not been modified. He'll make sure you stay alive."

Huxley said nonchalantly. Beatrice knew that 'making sure you stay alive' didn't just mean protecting her from others.

"Yes, sir."

"How come he was here the whole time then?"

Caleb said with hostility.

"You're not asking me permission to speak?"

Huxley turned to him, as if acknowledging his existence for the first time and looked annoyed.

"I don't work for you, sir."

Caleb said rudely.

"Caleb."

Beatrice whispered under her breath.

"This is bullshit."

Caleb proceeded.

"Hey, back off."

Beatrice said, shoving him lightly.

"No, Beatrice, they were planning this all along. They were planning on extending your stay, getting rid of me to make brainwashing you easier, this is complete bullshit."

His voice was rising, attracting a few suspicious looks from the soldiers.

"Stop acting like a fucking baby."

Beatrice said to Caleb. She immediately turned around to face Huxley and said,

"Sir, I apologize."

"No, no. He's going back to Russia anyway."

Caleb looked like he was about to lunge at Huxley any second, so Beatrice led him away from them.

"What is your fucking problem?"

Beatrice said.

"No, what is yours? I get that you have a death wish. But I care if you live or not. A lot more others back home care. So, if you can't try to preserve your life for yourself, do it for them. More than that, do it for him."

"The fuck did you say?"

Beatrice was ready to punch him. She completely forgot that she was in America. Rage that she had tried so hard to suppress was all coming up now. She even forgot momentarily about the pain in her ribs.

"I am merely trying to say, that-"

Beatrice forgot to speak in English and switched to Russian. She grabbed Caleb by the collar. This time, she felt pain in her healing ribs, but didn't care.

"You're the reason he ended up dead. You're the reason we are in this fucking mess. You're the reason I am about to endure two years of torture. And you say I should stay alive for him? Who the fuck do you think you are? Who the-"

"Hey, hey, guys."

The bodyguard, Graham came to break them up.

"What's going on here?"

This brought Beatrice back to the present and reminded her that this was America. She was suddenly embarrassed by losing her temper in front of the enemy. Fighting amongst themselves would give the Americans more motivation to brainwash her.