A Glimpse of the Story

Like Candy Red

"The bomb would have been able to kill anyone within a 60 mile radius, thankfully the FBI Bomb squad was able to defuse it. 'This would have been worse than the attack on the World Trade center back on 9/11' says rocky Santiago, a man who lives not too far from the-" The woman on the television says while staring into the camera.

"I still don't get it, how someone able to get in and out of the white house without anyone noticing the huge backpack. As a matter of fact, how in the hell did it go through security and not get flagged down, you know?people could have died and you are all standing here with your job and life still in fucking tacked." mason O'Connor yells.

"I have the deputy director, executive director, and the fucking director on my ass! My fucking job is on the line along with yours because you guys had to be lazy fucks and not check the terrorist's bag! He could have killed you, me , the president and many many other important people."He points outside the conference hall.

"Did the security fuck up again?" William asks as he hands me a cup of coffee.

"Yeah, you didn't hear? Really?" i asked pretty damn shocked.

"Uhh no?"

"Well the security fucked up at the white house causing a terrorist to waltz right in with a fucking big ass bomb that could kill hundreds of people. Not to mention the fact that two of the so called guards were sleeping on the job when the bomb squad arrived."

"Really? I thought that one of them spilled coffee on the damn director again. Shouldn't O'Connor be angrier? I mean one person almost killed hundreds."

"Yeah." i said sipping my coffee "but he's been doing some type of yoga shit that supposed to get the stick out of his ass that's been there for oh so long. But hey that's none of my business." William gave me a toothy grin and chuckled.

" Rodriguez! Black! What gods name of hell are you guys doing standing there talking like fucking idiots? You guys look like a fucking couple over there staring into eachothers eyes, get back to work" O'Connor screamed at us.

William and i stopped and looked over at O'Connor. Everyone in the hall was looking at us including our boss.

"With all due respects sir, shouldn't you be going back to yelling at your employees for almost killing a large amount of people? I mean come on, we are not disturbing you in any way, we aren't in a relationship because i know we are not allowed to have a relationship with our partners or employees" William stated giving O'Connor a pointed look, " and we were just leaving so it makes no sense for you to be trying to get us in trouble when we haven't done anything wrong."

Thank you William for once again saving our asses from getting fired. I mentally applauded you.

O'Connor's face was turning a bright red from anger and embarrassment combined.

I bit my lip a little "dude your face is turning red, like candy red."

"Nah, personally i think it's turning a, hmm maybe rose red? You know" William added.

I tilted my head to the side "ah. I see, i see. I get where you're coming from but maybe it's like a mix-"

"Stop!" O'Connor yelled at us both. I almost flinched when he yelled, almost.

" we have a bomber on the loose and you guys" he angrily pointed at us, "are see what kind of color my face closely resembles to?"

William and i looked at each other and then looked back to him we were so close to losing it in the hall, we were centimeters away from laughing our asses off. Our boss, Samuel Garcia came up to us and whispered.