Jacob Frye x Reader

Chapter Six: Do You Remember?

                   

A/N: Im so sorry that I am: A) LAZY AF, B) unable to think of things to write about, and C) I had exams.

This is short and not as good as the chapter before, sorry bout that.

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-Reader's POV-

I look over the rail watching Jacob engage his rope launcher to meet me on the tracks. Before he makes it to the top of the bridge I lean against the brick wall of the bridge and prepare to meet his eye contact. As he climbs over the edge I decide to greet him with a witty comment, "I'm a fast learner."  I move towards him and let my arms sway while I look around in search for the "train hideout" that I had unfamiliarly found myself in this morning. As I turn to look down the tracks in the opposite direction, Jacob moves into my field of vision and gestures down the tracks towards the beautiful black, white, red, and gold steam engine chugging towards us.

"Our ride is here," Jacob says with the clear tone of pride and charm lacing his voice.  He casually grabbed onto the train hauling himself onto the landing, and I quickly follow after snapping out of gawking at the impressive engine to join him.

Aboard the train I hold onto the twisted gold metal encasing the doorway, as to not loose my balance. Looking over the train from the front to the caboose I took a moment to admire the scene, the bright orange and pink light illuminating it all. The gold that embellished the train shimmered the same pink hue of the atmosphere.  The skyline was clear, and back lit by a graceful exotic ombre that decorated the sky.  My vision was soon interrupted by the train pulling into a station and slowly coming to a halt. 'Wow, when its not raining here in London it's truly incredible'. I finally follow Jacob to the cart I had been so rudely awaken in this morning. Jacob had already planted his butt on the chaise and covered his face with his hat, "ok, I guess ill show myself around" I say while placing my hands on my hips

"What, did you want a tour?" his only movement it to lift his hat just enough to look at me.

"Well, that would be nice. But I can probably look around myself" I had more of a Sharp tone than I had intended to, and begin to look around by myself. I turn to look at the wall behind me with red ribbons linking documents, photographs, and maps, "What's this? Who are these people?"

Jacob moved his hat back to the proper position on his head and only turned his head to look at me, " Those are out targets"

"Huh..." my eyes moved up to the large image that all the ribbons where linked to, and read' Crawford Starrick' under my breath, "Starrick, I read about him back in America, he's got a pretty strong grip on London, judging by the connections on this wall, and from what I read"

"You have no idea love" Jacob says through a exhausted sigh while placing his hands behind his head.

I lift an eyebrow at that word again but I still just suspect it to be a British, or in his case: a Welsh thing, and dismiss it once again.  I trace the ribbons down to the mystery-silhouetted image on the bottom directly under Starrick's image. "Do you know who this is yet?"

"Nope" a Jacob's deep voice made me jump as he appeared as if from nowhere to over my shoulder.

"So you decided to give me a tour after all?" I say shaking off the scare and again raising an eyebrow at him.

"Well, what else have I got to do?" he shrugs his shoulders lackadazaly.

I copy his movement in a mocking way with a smile.

-Jacobs POV-

She copies my shrug and in response I attempt to choke down a smile while I role my head and eyes towards the safe. "That's the safe with income, don't take too much until you've talked to Evie" I look at her and lean in slightly, " I learned that the hard way"