Devoted To You

thirteen

"Hybrid Moments" -Misfits

      Bo had fallen asleep with his head on the window, tilted back, and mouth wide open. That gave Adam time to think about what he had said. How Adam had the choice to go back to Wendy where Bo didn't. 

     The fact that Adam was going soft didn't occur to him till that moment. He saw the hidden message the driver sent him before he entered the car. Adam was notorious for being a lone wolf and for getting the job done eloquently and in a short amount of time. 

     Many saw him as the best in the business. He used little to no resources and kept out of the way of the pack people. He had no relationships with anyone even though he had traveled all over the western part of the states and he has zero friendships to account for it. 

     Adam never really saw a purpose in them, to make connections, when his job didn't require them. His job was his life until the moment Wendy stood above him, a shotgun pointed between his eyes. He saw no purpose in continuing on with his lives work. 

      Now, he wasn't giving up a dream job or anything. His family put him up to the decade of training and then the job followed after. Adam saw it as an escape from the pack life he oh so dreaded while making money. 

      All he had to do was speak with his Alpha and dip. Whether the old man liked it or not. 

    Not but half an hour later were the four of them turning into the open offroad, went a few miles into the forest, and there she was. The Colorado pack that Adam loathed, many called home, and Bo was terrified of. 

     The car parked where immediately, both the driver and passenger jumped out. The slamming of their doors closing woke Bo with a start. Adam was able to catch a glimpse of the drool he was sporting before Bo's door was snatched open and he was yanked out by the same man that cuffed him. 

      Adam took his time getting out of the car. All the walking plus the long ride had caught up to him. Not only did the place he grew up in made him turn into a man he loathed, a ridged piece of meat like every other bloke on the land. 

     Leaning against the driver's side door was the driver or as he was known as, one of the head trainers. There, he was already smoking a cigarette and without looking at each other, he and Adam began to converse. 

     "The Delta will meet you inside the armory. First level of course since you haven't been back in a while."

     "New security?" Adam asked, watching as the burly soldier was dragging a whining Bo around the car with a cloth bag over his head.

    The man next to him nodded even though the two weren't looking at each other, muttering a, "Good to have you back, Murphy."

     "I'm not back," he clipped back.

     "You have a new assignment already?"

     Instantly, a memory of Wendy giggling at the television as she sat on the floor knitting surfaced in his mind. Almost forgetting where he was, Adam fought the smile back with a clear of his throat and standing up straighter, "You could say that."

     The man chuckled, opening the driver's side door to hop in. He started the car, rolling the window down before saying, "Damn, hopefully, Alpha will let you have a night of sleep before you take off."

     Adam looked over at him then to find the man flicking the ash from the cigarette, smirking over at him as if he knew what Adam was really thinking about. As if he knew about Wendy.

    "I don't need sleep," Was Adam's short response.

    Sticking the butt of the cig in his mouth, the man nodded once before saying, "That's the Murphy we all know and love."