Good Intentions

Ch26: Possessive?

***Okay guys... an update is finally here. I heard we were missing Luke and Silas so here they are. Also.. remember that my story starts at the end of book 4, and that I said I would probably use some of the cannon ideas... for instance.. what is the first have of book 5 about? Sang's Bday!

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Silas POV

This week had been one of the longest weeks of my life. It seemed that no matter what any of us did, it was wrong. We weren't making any progress at all on the Ashley Water's mission, Aggele would barely talk to any of us, and even our side missions were coming up dead ends. The stake out North and I had been on last night was a complete waste of time, and I couldn't help but feel bitter about it. North hadn't slept in days, and it was showing. He had withdrawn more and more, and had almost stopped talking altogether.

Looking around at the guys, it didn't look like anyone was doing much better. We only really spoke to each other if it was Academy related or about tonight. Any other topics only ended in a fight.

Victor was sitting off to the side, a few feet away from the group, and as far away as he could possibly be from Kota. He was typing away frantically working on some secret side project that he refused to answer any questions about. When Kota had tried to demand answers yesterday, Victor had simply said, "If you were meant to know, you would have been told." Unsurprisingly, that had not ended well.

Gabe and Luke were sitting close together, but weren't bantering like they normally would. Gabe was trying, I would give him that, but Luke was so far away mentally, that he just wasn't breaking through. Him and North were actually much more alike then anyone gave them credit for. They hurt the same way, by shutting down and keeping people at a distance.

Nathan still had a perpetually angry look, though after this morning, you could tell that he was doing better. Whatever happened between him and Aggele Mou last night had at least tempered the beast.

"Oy, where the fuck is Trouble?"

"She is in the office with Mr. Blackbourne still," Kota answered, sounding far away. He was always listening, but that didn't mean that he was mentally present.

"Still!? Goddamn, it's been like three full periods." Gabe was ripping grass out of the ground and throwing it aimlessly. "What the fuck are we going to do guys? We need a game plan, and we need one now."

"We can't make a game plan until we know what is going on. We don't have enough information, so it would be a waste of time to make one." Kota sounded bored, as if the problem at hand wasn't worth his time.

"Listen up, Mother Fucker," Gabe snapped, jumping to his feet and getting into Kota's personal space. "I don't know what your fucking problem is, and I really don't give a shit. Today is Trouble's fucking birthday, and I am not going to let you," he pointed his finger right in Kota's face, and then shifted his body so that he could jab that same finger at each one of us, "or any of you, fucking ruin it for her." Returning to face Kota, he continued, "So you are gonna grow the fuck up, get over your ridiculous shit, and figure out a way to make tonight amazing, or I am going to murder you." He wasn't yelling, or really even putting that much heat into his voice, but it was still obvious to all of us that he was dead serious. Well, maybe not about murdering him. But he would no doubt do something. Gabe was just as bad as Luke when he wanted to be, and slightly more evil.

Kota sighed heavily before speaking. "Gabe, I don't want to ruin her birthday, but honestly, it might be too late. At least for me." He no longer sounded distant, now he sounded miserable. "And I really don't know what we could possibly do. I'm not even sure we are doing the right thing having this party for her. It's just one more thing we have been keeping from her all week. If she wanted us to know it was her birthday, don't you think she would have told us?"