Fire and Silk [A Ben Hardy/Four Fanfiction] ON STANDBY

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Managua, Nicaragua

1700

          What do you wear on a night out, in an unknown city, with your team of trained killers, when you have just spent days in front of a computer hacking the hard drive of the country's most dangerous guy?

What exactly could convey the 'I-want-to-go-home-but-also-save-people-from-certain-death' vibe?

I asked myself these exact questions as I stood over my luggage, a damp towel around my body, my hair still wet from the extra-long, and well-deserved, shower I had just hopped out of. I didn't have any piece of clothing that was remotely appropriate for a club, or wherever One would be taking us.

I sighed, desperate and ready to declare defeat. The only person who could help me hadn't talked to me in days. Five was probably my only hope – and I'd only ask Two for an outfit if the world was ending – but did I have the guts to go up to her? Maybe set things straight, as in, you know: "I don't want to steal your very much ex-boyfriend even though you're not with him anymore and I really like him and he saved my life, but like I'm not looking for a relationship with him if that's what you are worried about."

I should probably work on that statement.

I laid down some jeans and a t-shirt on the bed, wondering if it would do the trick... no, it wouldn't.

I shook my head and abandoned all hope, maybe I was better off staying here, just in case.

Lost in thoughts, I barely heard my phone rang. I grabbed it swiftly, noticing Seven's name on the screen. I was not sure if I wanted to answer at first, but I still did.

"Hey." I mumbled, sticking the phone to my ear.

"What is this I hear about you suggesting to go to a nightclub?" The sharpshooter exclaimed with a surprised tone.

"I didn't..." I started arguing with a sigh. "Why do men always hear only what they want to hear?"

"Hey, don't include me in this! I'm just checking on you. You know, to see if you haven't gone crazy or something."

"Ha, ha. Funny."

"So, you're coming, right? One has been hassling me all afternoon with this shit, I haven't seen him this excited in months." Seven confessed as I noticed some strange sounds in the background of his call.

"Where you at?"

A silence followed my question.

"Seven?"

"Huh... promise not to laugh, okay?"

"Promise." I half-lied.

"I'm at... a clinic."