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Maybe super attractive people just get injured differently. They just look like that. Instead of looking ugly as a result of herinjuries, she looks like she just had makeup applied to fake being injured.
Maybe that’s part of what pisses me off so much, because she still looks perfect.
All of that attraction, however, went down the drain the moment she opened her mouth. I’ve never met anyone who’s so irritating before. She gets on my nerves and I hate it.
“How could someone be so different from their parent?” I mumble under my breath.
Her dad was nothing like that.
The man we knew as Captain was a kind, gentle, and calm man who always seemed like he had all the answers. He made us feel like little boys in some ways.
I mean, compared to him, we sort of were.
Despite that and the fact that we were opposites, with him being the better one in the eyes of the law, he was never condescending. Instead, he was very friendly and made us want to open up to him, which was strange for us.
I scoff. She’s everything that he was not. She’s abrasive, annoying, and loud. She jumps to conclusions. She’s young, naïve, and stupid.
I rifle through the contents of the drawer, satisfied when I find what I am looking for. It’s a recorder that should hopefully help to clear all this up.
Back when we used to work with Captain, Josiah used to say I was paranoid for recording every interaction we had with himand every other member of Flames of Hell. I wanted to have records of everything so that no one would ever be able to deceive us.
I knew Flames of Hell was shady, and I kept feeling like they would try to cheat us. Even when I felt like I could trust Captain, I didn’t bother stopping the automatic records I’d set up.
It became useful after all…just not in the way any of us expected.
Returning to the room does nothing to soothe my anger. The girl’s eyes flip up to me when I step into the room, and I ignore the feeling tightening in my chest. She’s still angry and glaring at everyone.
“Now listen to this.”
I click the button on the recorder and watch her as it begins to play.
“Rueben…” her dad’s voice crackles through.
“Captain?” Boss’s worried voice follows. “What’s wrong? You don’t sound so good.”
“Who’s that? Is that Captain?” This time, it’s me.
“Yeah.”
Josiah’s voice comes through. “Oh, tell him to get chips when he’s coming back and—”
A sound follows like someone had smacked Josiah to shut him up. It was me. I had smacked him.
Captain laughs. “Sorry boys, there’ll be no chips…and I don’t think I can make it back…ever again.”
Silence ensues for a moment until Rueben speaks again. “Captain, what’s going on? Where are you? We’ll come to you right now.” There is evident worry in his voice. Rueben liked Captain a lot.
Rustling sounds follow, like Captain is sliding down against something. “Don’t. Just don’t. Forget about that. There’s so much I have to tell you.”
“Just tell us where you are. That’s all that matters,” Rueben says once again. This time, the scraping of a chair being pushed back can be heard. Rueben had gotten to his feet.
Keys jingle as they are grabbed off the table. “We’ll come right away. Just tell us who you need us to stomp.” It’s Josiah talking this time. We were ready to jump into action to fight and save him.
“No,” Captain sighs. “You can’t come here… You probably wouldn’t want to come anyway once you hear that I’m a cop.”
The line goes quiet and Captain chuckles weakly.
“Wait, did he just say cop?” I’m the one talking now, sounding further away since I’d been by the door.
