Jack Brewer - Palos Hills Hotel - 6.35 (P.M)
As the name escaped Milton's lips, so did all the air from Kim's body. She froze and, albeit trying to concentrate on the words that were coming out of the computer expert's mouth, I kept glancing at the girl beside me, curious.
"Do you agree, Agent Crawford?" Milton's voice rang expectantly throughout the hotel room, and Kim came back to reality.
"Yes, definitely" She agreed, firmly nodding my head once.
"So you're saying that Homer Simpson and Miss Piggy would make a great couple? Have you no shame?" He smirked, his voice oozing sarcasm.
"What? No. I mean, I don't know. I guess? Wait what? You know what, I'm hanging up now." She presses the red button, followed my the aggravating sound of the skype call ending, and turn around to face Kim.
"Are you, um, o-okay?" I stutter, distracted my her suddenly pale skin and lifeless eyes.
She snaps out of her haze and shakes her head violently, dismissing my observation with the movement of a hand.
"Of course" Her voice is squeaky and unsure, and she repeats the sentence again to make it sound more credible.
"It was a rhetorical question Kim, you're obviously not okay" I lean in to touch her shoulder, but she's quick to shrugs me off and move back a few steps.
"I said I'm fine, now get off my case!" She raises her voice, something I've never heard her do, and storms into the small bathroom, the noise of the door slamming echoing through the four walls, and I stare at the piece of wood as if it was hiding every secret.
I decide that it's best to leave to let her cool down, so I grab my room key, wallet, phone and a backpack that holds a few necessities (such as gadgets, a first aid kit, and a bag of candy, just in case), and scurry out of the hotel, letting the rain drops hit my body as I walk at a steady pace around the town.
I've never been to Seattle, but it somehow reminds me of New York. The tall buildings, the business men is suits and ties rustling through the huddled crowds, and the whole 'city-that-never-sleeps' aura. It was quite fascinating, really, how cities can feel so similar yet be so different at the same time.
I kept walking around the streets, head hanging low as I watched my feet touch the gravel flooring.
I feel a vibration in my back pocket, and quickly pull out my phone to come face to face with a new text.
Sorry about how I acted, I had something going through my mind. Also, get popcorn. -K.C.
As I'm reading the text, a body collides with mine, and my quick reflexes save me from falling down.
"Watch where you're going, asshole" A far too familiar voice barks, and I raise my eyes to the sky with a flat look imprinted on my face.
Wasn't the 'don't text on the streets while you're on a mortal spy mission' the first rule you learned at Spy Camp, Jack? I'm disappointed.
"Listen, I know that we're supposed to kill each other and all, but I didn't sleep last night and I'm really getting bored of our 'See each other, try to kill each other, fail, and see you next time' thing going on, so I'd appreciate it if you'd just continue with your evening and have a good night" The only thing Mr. Johnson responds with is a satisfied smirk, and before I can question it, I feel someone jerk my arm forward, and soon enough to I'm in an empty road with two men glaring daggers at me, but looking smug while doing so.
My arm was still in the man's tight grip, and before he could react, I pulled my arm, making him lose his balance, and trip his feet, making him flip in the air and fall on his back with a grunt. I flip back and slice my hand at Mr. Johnson's stomach, which he dodges and kicks his foot close to my face.
Far too close.
I find myself fighting against two bulky men, and everything I learned up to today comes to use.
I air kick while middle punching, never falling on the ground while trying to dodge as many hits possible. I find myself wedged in between the two, a good three feet between each of us, and the both of them come barreling towards me.
Bad move, idiots.
I suddenly jump, expanding my legs so that both my feet touch the houses on either side of me, and hold myself up as the two men collide against each other, blood oozing from them in various places. I jump back down and double kick the both of them so they fall to the floor, groaning in pain.
"Well, that was fun. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go get some popcorn" I wave in an ironic matter and move towards one of the main roads, stepping on their bruised backs in the meantime.
I walk smugly towards a shop and quickly grab some packets of popcorn, smiling at myself.
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Howdy, y'all (sorry, I felt like it)
So I'm on summer break rn, and it's just so freaking hot. Like, even hotter than me, and that's saying a lot. 😂
I know I haven't updated in forever and that this one sucks, but in a few chapters, shit's gonna go down.
Qotd: what are you doing for summer vacations?
Late_nighter aka Aurora/-icorn🌸
