The Roadtrip Gang

|| Chapter Three ||

|| Chapter Three ||

Wednesday night

Brook's POV

Pulling on my Jacket, I look at myself in the mirror. Nice choice Brooklyn. You look well dressed. I give myself a mental high five and smile at myself in the mirror. As I stare at myself, my smile drops and I shake my head, I'm so lame. I sigh and grab my phone from my bed, walking out into the corridor to Jack's room. "Hurry up, will ya?" I lean against the doorframe as I watch Jack pull a hoodie over his head.

He rolls his eyes at me, tugging the hoodie down his torso. "Keep your hair on... actually don't." I breathe out a question mark, "you know noodles are supposed to be eaten not worn." He ruffles my hair to emphasise his point. I swat his hand away and roll my eyes. I huff turning and walk down the corridor to the stairs. "Oh come on Noodles, I'm only joking!" he shouts, I pull my hand up flipping him off. I heard him laugh and follow behind me.

Getting in the car Jack drives us over to the warehouse where Blair and rest of the Alpha dog organisation are held up. Hopping out we join at the front of the large building, walking up to the front we are met by one of the security men here. "Hey, Gaz. How are the kids?" Jack asks. Gary's face lights up as soon as he sees us.

"They're the best, Tilly's been teething so that's been a little bit tiring." Me and Jack nod, "well then I hope she gets her teeth soon." I tell him.

"Yeah, me too... anyway, how have you been guys?" He asks, I nod as Jack speaks up.

"We've been good. We had a little hiccup but it all seems fine." Gary nods and lets us in, we say a quick goodbye to him and walk inside the large warehouse.

This place is the main place anyone affiliated with the alpha dog organisation go. It is were many different people come along. The body builders, there is a small little area where there are many different exercise machines are held. I look over the spot and see a group of our security team working out already. The Brainiac's, a small little secluded room is held near the front where every man and woman with a brain go, there's computers and boards.

There's also the security room, where all the expensive equipment is held. Cameras, special goggles, mics and many more spy gear. It is also where the security camera computers are held, checking the area around us in case someone raids us. Only specific people have access to it. Then the rest of the warehouse is just full of comfortable areas and tables full of weaponry. Lastly, the end of the building has Blairs office and conference room.

We walk down to his office and Jack knocks. We hear a 'come in' through the door, it was muffled by the wood but still very understandable. We walk in and see Blair typing away on his laptop. "I'll be with you guys in a sec." We hum and sit on the chairs in front of his desk. When he's finished he looks at us, "so, the client is in the conference room, but before you go in, I need to tell you..." he paused he looks at me, dead in the eyes.

"What?"

"The client is... your father." My heart skipped a bit, blood starting to boil. I quickly push myself of the chair and storm out of the small room, "Brooklyn, please don't do anything." I heard Jack shout, but I ignored him. I was fuming and I slam the door open of the conference room and spot my dumb father standing there. He spun round and I was literally shooting daggers at him. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" I spit out.

"Brooklyn please hear me out." He tries to speak, I storm my way over to him and grab his neck slamming him to the closest wall. He tries to struggle but I firmly press my fingers into his skin, stopping any air going through to his lungs. "You don't deserve to talk." I grit out next to his ear.

"Brook, please let him go." I stare into his blood shot eyes, his face going red and purple from the loss of air. "Why should I?"

| Third person |

Jack looks over to Blair looking for an explanation to why Brook's dad was here. Blair looks at the two men and walks closer to them, "Brooklyn, he's here to help."

"Why?" Brook's dad was seriously loosing air and he was on the brink of passing out. "Ginger's missing, and he's the best at finding people." Brook grits his teeth, but lets go. Brooklyn's father, Philip drops to the floor gasping for air, leaning his hand against the wall for balance. Brook walks up to blair, "he better be here for a very short time, otherwise he's dead." He speaks up, "Jack we're going back home." Brook then walks out of the room and storms out of the building, climbing back into the passenger seat.

He waits until Jack comes in.

| back in the warehouse:|

"I'm so sorry for him," Jack apologises to Philip.

"Don't be, I wasn't really expecting him to hug me and laugh about the good old days." He bitterly breathed out.

"Still, he's never like this." Philip shook his head not accepting the apology. Jack sighs looking at Blair. "You better find her quick, I don't know if Brook will be able to handle him being here." Jack pointed at Brook's father as he spoke to blair.

"Tell him I'm sorry." Jack nods and walks out.

| Mikey's POV |

I was sat in the Kitchen watching football highlights on YouTube when I heard the door slam. I jumped at the sudden sound and hopped of the stool to see what was going on. As I get into the corridor I spot both Jack and Brook, one looking really pissed, and for once it wasn't Jack. "I'm not going to calm down Jack, he ruined my fucking life. He doesn't deserve to be here."

"What's going on Guys?" I ask looking in between the two. Jack looked over at me with sorrowed filled eyes. "His dads back." I nodded. Understanding why brook was mad. After I hadn't said anything, Brooklyn nods and Storms up the stairs. "He'll be fine, right?"

"I don't know Jack, he seems really pissed." Jacks sighs and looks up at the stairs.

"I'm gonna go see if he hasn't broken anything." As if on cue we hear a glass smashing sound, which makes Jack run up the stairs to see if Brooklyn was alright. I let them do their thing and walk back into the kitchen, I saw my laptop flashing with the battery sign saying it was low. So, I go upstairs to Rye's room, because he had asked if he could use the charger earlier on today.

Knocking on his door I wait until he opens the door. I heard shuffling and low voices, wait voices. I didn't have time to process anything, as the door opened and revealed a very sweaty Rye. "Yes?" he spoke with loss of breath.

"Uh, are you ok?" He nods.

"Yeah, I was just on a run." It was now my time to nod.

"I need my charger." He huffs and closes the door real quick, well that was rude. I roll my eyes at Rye's rudeness and wait until he comes back. The door opens again and I grab the charger from his hands. "Thanks." he shuts the door once again, He must be in a mood.

I want to blame it on Alex being out of the house, he went back to his family for a bit as his niece was born. I mean I miss him, so I'm guessing everyone else does too. Either that or he's on his man period.

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