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[2.7] Truth.

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Sunday
00:01

"Get off of me!" The man yelled out as I was practically pinning him to the ground

"Promise me you won't fucking run!" I answered in a harsh growl, not being the type to hurt or want to hurt anybody. I just couldn't let him leave, and he wouldn't listen to me even if I tried to speak.

I watched the stranger, as he struggled beneath me. "Fine, kid, okay!"

I sighed, stepping off of him before offering my hand to help him up, hoping he would go easy on my for pulling him down so harshly.

I was still mad, so fucking mad.. But, he could have given the answers I'd been looking for.

"I want the truth, about Simon and you," I wanted to throw up with the words.

"Who?" He attempted to act fucking stupid, and it just made me more pissed.

I huffed, "I'm not a fucking moron. If you didn't know who Simon and myself are, you wouldn't have run."

The man's eyes shifted for a moment, before a sigh left his mouth. "Alright, you got me, kid."

The fact he clearly overused the word 'kid' showed that he was older than Simon and I, but I could've gathered that anyway by his appearance. He looked around thirty, at least.

"I don't want to come in between you guys, I know you got a tight ship running and all," The man spoke more, allowing me to pinpoint that his accent was Northern.

"You're doing the opposite of that, actually.." I grumbled, my tone salty and cold.

"Will you let me fuckin' finish?" He asked, I silently nodded. "Anywho, your 'boy' is a good friend of my brothers, who's in the same line of work as I am. Simon wanted in, also. So, I've been helping him get there. Ain't my fault he didn't tell you."

I scowled. Work? Why the fuck would he want to work? We were in college for fucks sake, we had barely any free time anyway.

"Right, right, okay. And this line of 'work', what is it exactly?"

The man sighed, looking away for a moment before rolling his dark orbs. "Look, Joe is it?"

"Josh," I added, a tinge of haste in my correction.

"Okay, Josh. I don't think it's good for me to say, really. I hate to be that guy—"

"I'll pay you," I offered, almost instantly, already pulling out my wallet from my back pocket.

"No, no. I don't need your money.."

"Then please, tell me, I'll beg if I have to!" I exclaimed.

"Hold your fuckin' horses," he stated. "I can tell you, but I got a feeling Simon wont be too happy that I did. You better fucking tell him you forced it out of me or some shit, or he'd never forgive me."

"Anything, just tell me, please!"

He took a breath, reaching into his pocket before pulling out a business card of some sort.

He held it out, and I took it. I squinted as I read the fairly small writing on its surface.

It read:
Glasgow's Military Schooling Site.
Ages 12—22 welcome.
Now recruiting all around the United Kingdom.