Bang and Burn ~ Dreamnotfound + Skephalo

Chapter 29

"So, Agent Sprite, who do you work for?" Nick paced around the interrogation room, asking the girl question after question, only to be met with silence and tears every time. Sprite was a nervous wreck and couldn't hide it no matter how hard she tried. After an hour of sitting in the room alone, she was finally reaching her breaking point. Skeppy had already tried his music tactic, but when that failed, he tried talking to her like a teacher would talk to a student who was failing their class. He told her that he wanted to help, but that she needed to put in work too. His words had only made things worse, triggering her to start hyperventilating.

Dylan watched hopelessly behind the glass, along with everyone else who wasn't a part of the interrogation. "Clay, just let me in there! She'd talk to me. I know she would!"

Clay sighed. "Dylan, no. I will not let you in there until we know for sure that you don't work with them."

"I literally have no life outside of Forte," Dylan explained. "I don't even have time for friends! When would I have time to join their weird gang they have going on?"

"I don't know," Clay admitted. "Still figuring that one out."

Dylan shot up out of his seat. "Clay, this is bullshit and you know it. I'm going to go grab a snack and you better be chill when I come back."

As he left the room, Clay called out to him, "Don't leave the building and don't get recognized!" Dylan didn't respond. He just kept walking to the elevator. He was pissed that Clay would ever suspect him of working for the enemy. He made his way to the other elevator and hit a random button, not paying attention to where he was going. Dylan just wanted to take a break from everything going on. The only thing he was focused on was not getting recognized. He was not ready to come up with a story as to why he, an old trainee who was "fired" a long time ago, was still in the building.

Dylan quietly walked into the cafeteria, keeping his head down and eyes on the floor. Thankfully for him, the only other person in there was a tall teenager with brown curly hair. He was standing at the counter that was covered in various meats, cheeses, veggies, and breads. He was holding his phone up to his face mumbling under his breath about something Dylan couldn't quite hear. Dylan kept his head down and walked over to the vending machine and pulled his debit card out, ready to grab something to eat. After selecting a bag of chips, he swiped his card, only to get an error message. He growled and tried again, only to get the same error. Before he could swipe it a third time, a voice from right behind him startled him.

"The card reader is broken," the brown-haired boy stated. "You have to use cash."

Dylan began to panic. Not because he didn't have cash, but because he recognized the guy from training. It was Roo, otherwise known as Agent Taco. Dylan could've sworn that he was wearing the same yellow sweater and light blue jeans he wore the last time they had seen each other. His white vans were still just as bright as they were back then. And, judging by Roo's perplexed expression, he could tell that he had a lot of explaining to do.

"Dylan? What are you doing here? Weren't you, like, fired or something?"

"I was, but I was called back to do a job." Dylan studied Roo's face, hoping that his explanation was convincing enough.

Roo slowly nodded. "Right, ok. If you'll excuse me, I have six sandwiches to make."

"Why?"

Roo returned to his spot to the counter and resumed making sandwiches as he spoke. "I'm the designated food runner for my team. I made everyone a sack lunch one time as a joke, but then it became our thing. We have a late-night tonight, so I'm making everyone dinner." Roo pulled out two pieces of bread and gagged as he placed a slice of cheese over one of them. "I'm going to kill Grayson, I swear. Peanut butter and cheese just do not go together. This is a crime against all sandwiches everywhere."