Secrets: a Golden Age story

Chapter 7

I've decided on a baby name, but I'm not telling until the baby is born. Also, I'm not updating on a schedule anymore. My life is too hectic for that shit, and let's be honest, life isn't lived on a schedule it's lived on a ride (don't fucking ask me what that shit means idfk)

Polar Bear POV

     Sub lay tired in bed after being released from the hospital. He is currently staying with Aras in her apartment at the Golden Age. He had a personal nurse, his heart was monitored all the time, he was put on a low stress fitness workout and dieting plan for his heart, and was guarded by the toughest agent I know. Even pregnant, Aras was strong, not that she would even need to kick some ass. Plus, she won't guard him forever, eventually we'd get someone else once Aras started to get along with her pregnancy. She needed something to keep her busy.  I would not allow my only son to die, I had already lost my youngest daughter to a mission gone wrong due to a betrayal. Which is why I hate liars so much;  It's because of a liar I was separated from my son and youngest child, it was because of a liar my daughter died in that mission, and it was because of a liar that my daughter Nightmare is currently in a coma. I'm already bat shit insane, I cannot afford to go fully fucking psycho until I have nothing left to live for.  I still want to be a dad,  even a granddad, hell, I'd even be a great granddad if I got lucky.

     Sub was also supper susceptible to sickness because he was on medicine which stopped his cells from attacking each other. So his immune system is out of wack. 

     "Agent Polar Bear," said a female voice.

     "Oh Rain, it's you," I say,

     "No need to be so disappointed," she said sarcastically. "I have the file you were looking for on your wife."

     "Seriously! Thank you!" I blurt out while taking the file.

     "Everything is a photo copy, once you're done with it, please dispose of it by burning it. We can't have loose files, if you need more copies for whatever reason after it's destroyed I can make more."

     "Got it."

     "How are yor holding up Sub?" Rain asks Sub.

     "Pretty well all things considered," Sub says feebly.

     "Don't worry, your father and husband will get you that heart."

     "I hope so."

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     Days have passed after studying, planning, and calculating. The hours of the day spent in darkness and nights without sleep. Alex and I locked in a battle of fatigue, our only hope the name Bruce Knox otherwise known as 'the Pretty Boy Killer' in the crime world and his last location being in the south state of Mississippi. This was all the information that we could gather from the little bit of infiltration we had tried to do, ever since my wife no one has been assigned to the task of finding out who he was. Originally, it was thought he was connected to a big arms dealing faction, however the group we were looking for was found before we could truly investigate them and our group had bigger fish to fry. 

     From his name alone I gathered he was a homophobe. "Pretty boy" is a slang term for a homosexual male, and he wasn't saying he was a homosexual who was a killer because I know for a fact he rapped my dead wife who is cisgender female. I mean, sexuality is fluid, but then he would probably be labeled as the pan/bi killer. However, people don't like to be labeled as homosexual, heterosexual, or anything in between because they aren't just defined by who they like. Unless they run a hate group/gang dedicated to killing non heterosexuals. So that leaves the homophobe idea and the idea that the name just sounded cool. Most names like that have meaning behind them however so in conclusion the original idea is probably the best answer.