The Agency And The Division ✔ [REWRITING]

Chapter 24 Haze

"Haze. We need to talk."

That caused him to react in a way that I would have never expecred from the boy I knew all those years ago.

He drew a gun from behind his jeans and pressed it against my forehead.

"Who are you and why do you know my name?" He asked with his finger on the trigger.

It wasn't just any gun.

It was identical to mine.

It was the Tanfoglio I had given him five years ago.

"Haze. It's us. Brett and K.C." Brett explained slowly.

"No. K.C. died on the mission along with Nathan." He said with confusion and doubt swimming in his dark brown eyes.

"Haze. Listen to me. It's me. No-one form the team actually died on the mission." I said with reassuring eyes.

"I don't believe you. I saw it with my own eyes. I saw the barn explode with my own eyes." He said frantically trying to make sense of the situation. "Who sent you?!"

Brett made a move to take a step towards Haze but I put my hand in front of him, since I didn't know what to except from him. "No one. We're here to help you, but we have to talk to you in private." I said.

He switched the gun to be pressed against Bretts head instead of mine, which caused me to give him a warning look.

I wouldn't let anything happen to Brett because of me.

"Haze put down the gun." I said sternly.

"Thought this would work." He muttered to himself. "Who sent you and why?"

"No one sent us Haze. It's us. K.C. and Brett. Trust me, you don't want to shoot your friend." I said cautiously. I wouldn't risk him hurting Brett.

"Then prove it." He challenged.

"Remember when I gave you that gun? I gave it to you when you're mother died and you, me and the rest of our team went on that mission." I said.

I saw something change in his eyes but he kept the gun on Bretts forehead.

"Èn vagyok az Haze. Emlèkszel amikor megtanìtottalak magyarul beszèlni?"(It's me Haze. Do you remember when I taught you how to speak Hungarian?) I asked him in Hungarian since that is pretty good proof of me being who I said I was.

"K? Tényleg te vagy az?"(K? Is it really you?) He asked as he lowered his gun to his side.

"Yes it's me. I'm sorry I haven't reached out for you earlier. I just thought you would be safer away from all The Agency's crap. Chief couldn't find you and I thought that it was better this way, but now I don't even know if I can trust The Agency." I said and glanced at the lady standing there witnessing the whole thing.

"We obviously have a lot to talk about. Come in guys."

We stepped through the door frame and Haze shut the door behind us.

"Oh right. K, Brett, this is my grandmother Eszter. Grandma, this is Brett and K.C." Haze introduced us.

Brett went to give her a hand shake, but she pulled him down and have him a smooch on the cheek.

Brett looked extremely surprised at the gesture and wiped old lady drool from his cheek.

I approached her in a different way. I we have each other a small 'kiss' on the cheek.

This is basically how people greet each other in Hungary, so Brett better get used to getting smoohes from people, especially old people, since they are more traditional.