[Fanfiction] [MarkGun] Black Wolf - English Translation

Chap 5

_ What about is our situation?

Gun places the document on the table, take the chair to sit opposite his friend, Title.

_ Nope. Is that any new things?

Replying with the shake head, Gun sighs, reachs out and grab the coffee cup in front of him. It’s nearly a week passed but nothing has changed.

_ How about the Department?

_ Nothing. May be they will fax soon. Do you still follow the object?

"Hit you with that doo doo doo doo"

The ringtone from Gun’s phone stop him to reply. Title chuckes when seeing his friend hastily answers the incoming call.

_ .... Alo.

“ Hi you. I’m Sikkin who asked your number some days ago.”

_ Uhm. Hello.

“ Are you free this lunch? I come to give you your clothes and handchief.”

Title’s smile is widden when he again sees the awkward on Gun’s face.

“ Er .....  May be on another day? I have full schedule today.”

“ No problem. I will come another day. Thank you.”

_ Ohhhhhhh, my cool and cold boss, what makes you look like a teenage girl come to her man’s house at the first time? - Title, one hand against his chin, one hand tap on the table. - But why did he know your private number? You know the rule clearly, never public the work phone to anyone, right?

Put the phone on the table, Gun sighs again.

_ I dont know why I gave this number to him.

_ What did he say?

_ Just come to give my clothes and handchief back.

_ Dont let somethings like that affect your work. - Title push some papers to Gun then pull the chair up. - You understand?

_ Ok.

Looking at all red marks, Gun leans back, reachs for the coffee cup to his mouth.

Ting.

The light from his phone notices that a new message coming.

“ Let me intive you for the lunch tomorrow.”

Sighing again, Gun starts to read all documents intently.
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_ Sorry for making you skip your work to come here.

Sikkin puts his hands in front of his chest then bows, gives Gun the fresh smile when Gun pulls his chair to sit.

_ It’s the lunch time so no problem.

_ Here you are.

He push a white bag with the clothes and handchief was foled neatly to Gun.

_ Uhm .....

_ Ah, let’s choose somethings to eat.

Seeing the food list on menu, Gun chooses a few dishes. Suddenly he holds Gun’s hands.

_ Thank you so much.

_ It’s my fault. - Gun hurriedly retracts his hand but failes. It looks like a fits but it’s really a force. Gun can feel his lumpy fingers. His childish face, his batender job, it’s incompatible with these lumpy fingers.

_ Ah, sorry.

Smiling and pulling his hand away, Gun shakes the napkin into his lap. On the oppsite side, he shows up all the dishes on the table, pushes some of them closer to Gun.

_ Have a good meal.

_ Yes.

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_ Accept my call right now, Gun.

Responding to Title’s impatience, it’s only the long beep beep of the familiar number on his phone screen. All members are at the next crime scene but no one see Gun.

_ The vice, examiner team just announce, on the card Black Wolf left, there is our Leader’s fingerprint.

_ Shit.