Octagon Project 1: Melody Halloway

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Mel shoved the folder full of papers she had spent three vigorous hours printing, sorting, and stapling into her bag with her laptop before pulling on her leather jacket and shoving her knife into its sheath on her hip with her gun in its place at her lower back.

"Whoa, where are you going?" Zack asked from where he was leaning against the counter, stretching out his legs, entirely thankful that he was okay and could feel them again.

"To McHall." She said, slinging the bag over her shoulders and pulling her hair away from underneath the straps where it was being tugged.

"Why?" He asked. Mel only cocked her head and looked at him as if asking if he were that much of an idiot. "It's a rest day." He reminded her and she rose an eyebrow.

"Doesn't seem like it was for you." She told him, crossing her arms. Zack sighed in defeat and followed Mel as she walked outside towards her black and silver Honda motorcycle. Zack followed and hopped onto the back as they took the drive down to the headquarters where Mel stormed through the door, ignoring the agents around her and walking directly into McHall's office when he was busy in a meeting with two others. All three of them looked up at her, annoyed at her intrusion.

"Melody." McHall acknowledged, irritation coating his voice like honey. "Wait outside."

"4758 Moonstone Lane, Portland Oregon." Mel stated with her arms crossed, feeling satisfied.

"How am I suppose to know what that means?" He asked her, leaning back in his chair.

"B.L.A.K Operations headquarters." She told him, slinging off her bag, she opened it and tossed the folder onto his desk before walking out to see Zack sitting in a chair in the waiting room outside of McHall's office, shaking his head at Mel.

"What?" She asked.

"Don't do that again." He warned, getting up and walking back to her bike with her.

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As they were about to walk into the house, Roy pulled up in the souped-up black Honda, waving at them from the window. Dean and Justin hopped out first and Roy waited for the two to go inside, talking about how boring intel missions were. He understood them but was thankful to take a break from all the killing for a bit.

"Where were you two?" He asked, toying around with the car keys.

"McHall." Zack answered, not wanting to go any further than that. "How was your mission?" He asked. Roy shrugged.

"Nothing special. There's zero activity around Jacksonville and if anybody does know anything, they're pretty darn good at keeping their mouths shut." Roy told him and Zack nodded in understanding. That was always frustrating. Mel looked back and forth between the two before heading inside to make sure Dean and Justin weren't tearing up the house. "You alright?" Roy asked as Zack lowered his head slightly after Mel left.

"Yeah, just really worn out. " Zack replied, blinking a couple of strong times.

"I don't doubt it."

With that, the two walked into the house to find Dean on his back, looking like a roly-poly that couldn't get up as he held his stomach laughing so hard that tears streamed down the sides of his face. Mel and Justin were wrestling and Justin had Mel pinned by her arms on the carpet floor of the living room. Mel. Was. Pinned. Roy stared in disbelief. Could this honestly be happening? Zack stared for a moment before seeing the glint in Mel's eyes that he knew all too well. She had a plan that Justin wasn't aware of. Then Zack could see the smile on Justin's face and it made him want to kick him instead of letting Mel fall through with her plan for victory.