Bulletproof

Chapter 25

You looked at Jersey with a raised eyebrow, but she just flashed you a bright and cheery smile. You returned your attention on where Ace was guiding you, now completely focused and confident in your ability to complete the mission.

The three of you stopped short when Ace held up her hand in a fist. Everyone took out their guns, and cocked them quietly. Suddenly, you heard two familiar female voices. They were talking to two guys, and you felt Ace tap you and then point her finger silently forward.

The three of you snuck passed the two guards who were being distracted by none other than, Claire and Jett. Ace led you and Jersey up two flights of stairs and into a quiet hallway, lined with huge paintings.

It was there that you saw someone that made your jaw drop. You blinked your eyes rapidly and brought your hands up to rub them.

Am I fucking dreaming?

You saw a rather tall and solidly built man with a military cut. His sharp jawline was recognizable, and you couldn't believe that you would ever see this man again. Next to him was another figure with short, wavy brown hair. They were probably around 5' 4" and had green eyes that sparkled like emeralds.

They look so familiar, you thought, where have I seen them before.

"Anabelle Tyrrenson," said the figure with the green eyes, "it's nice to finally see you again, sister."

Your eyes wided. This was Ace's sibling? Ace's real name was Anabelle? Your mind was reeling from so many new inputs.

"It's nice to see you again, Chandler," replied Ace, "I thought you'd be hiding somewhere in your own makeshift dungeon."

Chandler chuckled. It was a harsh and biting laughter. They raised their hand to slap the back of the man next to them.

"I'm pretty sure you've met Wick," they said, grinning, "my trusted right hand man."

The man next to you looked in your direction. His brown eyes hardened once he realized who you were.

"Eric Kane," he growled, "how could I forget about you."

"Mason Wick," you bit back, "I didn't know that you were still alive."

"Kane?" Ace quizzed with skepticism, "you know Wick?"

"You could say that," you snarled, "Wick, since when do you associate yourself with terrorists?"

Wick stifled a laugh and pressed his lips together, making a sinister grin.

"Way before you saw me...get killed," he muttered.

The way he said "killed" gave you chills,and not in a good way. Was his death in Afghanistan all a ruse? Jersey stepped closer to you, her abrupt movement made you come back to reality.

"Well isn't this just sweet," Chandler cheered sarcastically.

They chuckled, finding this reunion amusing. A waiter was passing by, and they signaled for them to come and serve drinks to everyone in the circle.

You picked up the glass just for appearance but you had no intention of drinking tonight. You had a wonderful and understanding man to get back to. Not to mention, you didn't want a repeat of what happened back in Afghanistan. You didn't want it to happen again, especially now that you had Bruce.

[Flashback]

Everyone from your team was celebrating within the base. It was you, Lane, Wick, and your other five army buddies. You had way too much to drink, and you were slumping your body on poor Lane.