Legacy (Completed)

Chapter 10

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god. I was a psychiatrist before this! Now I'm surrounded by unconscious bodies and explosives!" I whined, pushing my hair back forcefully due to stress. Ren stretched his fingers out, the joints cracking as he smiled.

"Calm down, I got this," he answered in a cheerful voice, rising to his feet and turning to reach for one of the bombs. I shrieked, jolting forward and grabbing his arm. I tugged it away, sending him a dirty look.

"We are not touching those things! We are getting these people out of here, report what's going on with these to the agency, and we'll let bomb squad handle it." Ren look at me, a slight pout resting on his mouth as he tried to give me the puppy dog eyes. I held my ground, trying not to waver, as I pointed to one of the unconscious men.

"People. First," I emphasized both words. Ren groaned, giving the bombs one last longing look before picking up a man and tossing him over his shoulder. I nodded my approval, grabbing another person by both their arms and trying to drag them. The person budged a few inches before he stopped. I grunted, pulling again, only to let by the same outcome. Ren paused, chuckling as he watched me struggle.

"Shut up," I grouched out. "These people are in danger, and I can barely move them, this is not a joking matter!"

"Chill out, Miss Spaz," he exclaimed, striding over to me with the person he was carrying laying over his shoulder like it was nothing. "Go get that guy over there in the green. He looks like the one that would be the least amount of weight. I set down the man's arms that I was holding, huffing out an annoyed breath as I went to the slimmer person.

"Adrenaline does amazing things," I grumbled mockingly, hearing about stories from other people about it. "It allows you to lift an entire dead tree to protect your family from a bear. You can run without feeling pain after being shot in the leg. Being chased by a killer? Oh, you can run for miles and not tire," I continued to bitch as I stooped down to lift the scrawnier male. This one moved easier, and I was able to back pedal ten feet at a time with the guy before I would have to readjust.

Ren passed me, carrying a different worker this time, he held a thumbs up to me. I just ignored him as I focused on pulling the guy to the safe spot Lorenzo had picked out. It was a few crates worth away, hidden behind a shipping container that wasn't covered with explosives.

By the time I had reached the covered area, I laid the man down, glancing around to see the other four had already been brought to safety. I smiled a bit to myself, feeling good that we had managed to safe some lives.

I reached for my wrist, pressing the button to turn on my interface. My surroundings lit up as the hologram screen appeared. I swiped towards the calling app, remember that when I was official accepted into the DLO that they had sent a number to my interface.

"All right, now that these guys are out of the way, I'll call the-" I glanced up for the first time, noticing Ren wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Son of a bitch!" I swore, powering off my interface, bolting back towards the area where the bombs were at. "For fuck's sake that boy can't listen to one god damn thing asked of him!"

I slid to a stop as I entered the area, my mouth dropping as Lorenzo finagled a bomb off the side of the crate, turning around as he heard me.

"Look at this!" he rushed out, his voice pitched high with excitement as a shit eating grin split his face. Not only was the ground around him littered with disarmed bombs, but his arms were filled with a few, including the one he just pulled off as he turned around to face me.

"These are high grade military bombs, and they're all mine! Look at how pretty they are! I love them," he gushed, squeezing the ones in his arms closer to him. If my mouth could drop farther, it would.

"No, no, no," I started, looking around me. I saw a decently sized box stack stashed along side the shack we hid against earlier. I snatched one up, stalking towards Lorenzo. "You don't get any. These are for the Agency to analyze. Give them over," I scolded him. I went to pick one up from the ground, and then paused once I remembered what it was. I grabbed it lightly, setting it gently into the box, and taking the next one.

"Aww, Jackie Jac, pleeeeease? Just one?" Lorenzo begged. I finished putting the ones on the ground around him into the box before I held it in front of him.

"In the box. Now." I ordered him, gesturing the box towards the ones he held. He grumbled, releasing all four of them at once, causing them to clang together loudly in the box. I flinched away from the box, almost dropping it as Ren rolled his eyes.

"They are disarmed. They're not going to explode on you."

"You say that now, just wait until we are blown sky high in the car," I muttered under my breath as I turned to go back to the car. Ren rolled his eyes at me.

"Did you call HQ?"

"No, I was too busy making sure you didn't blow our asses up with your disarming tricks," I snapped back. He sighed, starting up his interface.

"I'll call them to tell them about the bodies." I stayed quiet as we drew closer to his car, carrying a box of explosives I still didn't quite believe were safe.

Why couldn't I have stayed a psychiatrist?