Night Out

Chapter 3

"Well you look comfy." Flynn said with a smile.

"Hey Flynn." A calm washed over me. Opening the door, I welcomed his company.

"Thanks." As he casually entered the room I motioned to a chair for him to sit in. Saying yet another thanks with a glance he turned the chair backwards and sat with his elbows resting on the back.

Why do men always sit like that?

"Hey uh, what'd you think of the The Body so far?"

"It's really good." I said sitting on my bed. "I know Stephen King is like, one of the most acclaimed writers today, but it is taking me a bit to get used to his writing." I cringed at my own awkwardness but Garcia nodded and smiled knowingly . He always understood and it was both comforting and disconcerting.

"Well if you think that's hard, try going from reading thrillers to The Old Man and the Sea." His accent stronger with sarcasm dripping from his words.

"I thought you liked it?" I responded in mock hurt.

"Yeah, it's great if I wanna go to sleep quickly." He gave me a cheeky smile but I caught the underlying message. Neither of us were sleeping well and we both new it. Unfortunately with the constant threat of a mission neither of us could take anything to help with the nightmares
Lucky us.

Still, at least we weren't alone and god knows both of us needed the company. As the night went on we both settled into our books enjoying each other's presence even without conversation. Occasionally glancing up at him I noticed that he was completely at ease reading his book and it made me happy to know that he felt relaxed around me. Not wanting to make him feel like he needed to leave, I put off get a snack till after 1 o' clock in the morning. I couldn't wait any longer for the simple fact that my stomach was growling.

"Hungry?" He asked chuckling.

"Yes, but god knows we have nothing good to eat here. Guess I'll have to settle with stealing Rufus's Chocodiles again." Rising to get the mediocre snack I looked to Flynn to see if he wanted me to grab him something.

"What if there was a way to get some actually good food?" He asked cocking his head, an idea sparkling in his eyes.

"Okay, like what?" If he knew a way to access decent snacks, then damn, I was all ears.

"Well" He swallowed. "It's not like I've never picked a lock before, and I remember passing a Walmart about a mile away when I first arrived here." He was already rising from his chair, excited at the idea of fresh air.

"What? Like sneak out of the bunker? Denice would kill us!" Although the thought of picking up some supplies sounded fun.

"What the worst that could happen?" He asked tossing me a hair brush from the side table. "Besides, if the mothership leaves, Christopher can simply call us. It's not like you waited at Mason Industry's for me to jump, back in the day."

"Well..." I grabbed the clothes I'd worn earlier without needing anymore convincing "we are getting low on vodka and I haven't had Pringle's in a long time." My stomach rumbled at the thought.

"Alright then. I'll slip into my room to get the stuff I need to pick the lock and we'll meet in the hall in five." Pleased he'd got his way with little to no effort, he scurried off to his quarters while I got ready to go.