Kalopsia | s. mcgarrett

7| The Drink

Bella's P.O.V.

The smell of stale beer, and stinky sweat hit me as I gracefully entered the bar. Chatter of nonsense and music filled my ears as I walked up to the bar, taking a seat at the one of the wooden stools as I searched for the bartender.

Upon my examination, the bar seemed like any other you'd see. A bar across one wall, booths and tables with chairs scattered inside the place, two billiard tables one either side, and a music stage with a music station to the wall across from the bar. It seemed cozy, typical kind of bar.

A place you'd definitely find a Navy SEAL.

Nevertheless, I spotted the bartender. After a few moments of looking like a fool as I waved for him, I gave up, after I had realized he was flirting with a group of girls seated a few stools away from me.

Huffing in annoyance, I placed my chin onto my hand that rested on the bar table, contemplating the plan we had planned yesterday.

Flashback

After everyone settled down, and Matt pulled over the white board, we finally had finished hatching a plan to get to Sean Hayes.

"Commander," I remarked. "What can you give us about Hayes' personality that can help with this plan?" Steve's blue-green eyes bore into my own forest evergreen ones, sending tingles throughout my body.

"One thing I can tell you, is us Navy SEALS definitely enjoy a few drinks." I nodded to him, "Good, a bar or club. We can do something with that." I said, as I wrote down onto the white board, which helped us present our ideas from our brainstorming session.

Ryan then suddenly grabbed his laptop from his distressed jeans backpack, furiously typing away as he bit his lower lip in concentration. "Ryan, what've you got?" I walked over to him, to look over his shoulder towards the screen of the laptop.

Lines and lines of code filled the screen, as Ryan continued to type more. I smiled proudly, understanding the letters, characters, and numbers that normal people would define as computer gibberish. "That's good, Ryan. That could be a great start."

Everyone seemed to be confused, and Steve a little frustrated as Ryan and I did not exactly inform them of what was occurring right away. "Okay, what is going on and why aren't you tell us?" He asked, standing up and crossing his arms but eventually wincing, and placing a hand onto the wound he sustained when he was in prison.

I rushed over to him, worrying overcoming my being. "What is wrong with you?! You need all the rest you can get. Your entire abdominal area was severed. You cannot be doing extreme actions or the stitched will tear open and you might bleed out and then you wi-"

Matt came to the Commander's rescue. "Bella, relax. Take a deep breath." He placed a hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged him off me. Turning around to compose myself, I counted backwards from one hundred. Goosebumps rose onto my being, as I felt their burning stares on my back.

And with the speed of light, I turned around and started my explanation of the 'computer gibberish'.

"You see, Ryan here, is very good with computers. One of his main jobs on this team is to use the functions computers offer to help us with our investigation." Everyone's eyes were on me, except Ryan's, and I could feel the rush of adrenaline seep into my bloodstream. Adrenaline from being in lead, from using my abilities to help people.