Chapter 7

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Jason felt his fingers become numb. He had been training since the afternoon and now it was almost ten o'clock in the night.

He sat on the seat near the punching bag and breathed deeply. According to Nathan, who had watched him train earlier, he had really good skills in hand to hand combat. And he was as shook as Noah when Jason effortlessly gunned all the mannequins in the heads, right between their foreheads. He said, jokingly, that Jason might have been a secret agent in his previous life.

Jason laughed slightly, remembering Nathan and the way he just knew how nervous Jason was, and how he had tried to make him feel better by making hot chocolate for him and telling him funny stories about his university.

Turned out, Nathan was almost one and a half year older than Jason, despite the fact that he looked younger, with his lean frame and lively eyes.

Even Tyler came sometime during the evening and sat there while Jason worked on making his shooting perfect. His presence made Jason feel more comfortable, as he felt like he would help him if he asked for anything regarding guns or its types, which Jason had been into very much lately.

When he heard that Noah, Max and Hayden had returned from their mission, he put on his sweatshirt and walked upstairs, from where he could hear them talking with each other.

"Hey." He greeted and Max smiled at him.

He could see that Noah wasn't there and frowned.

"Where's Noah?"

"With Logan. He's giving him the reports of today's mission." Hayden sighed and sat down, cracking his knuckles.

"Oh." Jason nodded, "Well, how did it go?"

"Awesome. Noah killed the main guy. Max and I killed the remaining. The girls safely reached the police station and according to our resources, almost all of them have returned to their houses. We brought back a guy to question. And yeah, all in all, it was a normal mission. Oh, and Noah whipped a guy because he spat on his Gucci belt." He added nonchalantly.

Jason spat the water he was drinking, "He what?"

"Its not new for us. Noah is very particular about his clothings. For some reason. So he doesn't spare the people who don't respect it." Max shrugged and Hayden opened his mobile, getting his ear pods on and bopping his head to some unknown tune.

"Um, okay." Jason said.

After a while, Hayden called it a day and the both of them retired to their rooms.

Jason sat there, looking through the impressive collection of books they had in their living room.

"Didn't know you were into books." A deep voice said and Jason looked around to see Noah.

He was wearing a black turtle neck and jeans, emphasizing on his lean frame, with a brand new Gucci belt. Jason thought about his older one and shuddered.

"I'm not. You all have a very interesting collection." Jason said, looking at the volumes of Pride and Prejudice, right beside Macbeth and Hamlet.

"That's Hayden's corner." Noah pointed out, sitting beside Jason. "He's into classics. That's Logan's. As you might be able to tell." He laughed, pointing at the corner which was filled with philosophical and psychological books.

Jason laughed with him.

Noah sighed and leaned back into the sofa and said, "Did you put the SpongeBob sticker on my jacket?"

Jason choked on his saliva, "What?"

"My jacket. The one I wore to the mission. It had a SpongeBob sticker on it."

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