Sliding into the bathroom for a brief glimpse, I comb my hair out with my fingers so my evident sex hair isn’t on full display and head over to the front door. As I open the door, I’m greeted by a man and women with badges on their hips. Mother fuck, please don’t tell me they figured out who the bodies in the canal belong to.
“Uhh, is Alaric here?” the female asks as she gives me a once over and plasters on an annoyed look.
Please tell me she's not his girlfriend and he’s just been caught sleeping around.
“Yes, he should be down the hall,” I respond with confusion. Footsteps approach from behind me and the presence of him can be felt from my back.
“What are y’all doing here?” he asks quickly as if he’s just caught in sin.
Well, this is fucking awkward. I’m not trying to be part of this throw down. There’s clearly an issue here since there’s a really annoyed female standing outside his door. Well, it was fun while it lasted.
“Uhm, I’m going to head out, have a great day. Excuse me.” I push past them and hurry down the hall, aggressively pushing the button to the elevator.
Once the door opens, I slide in and punch the buttons hoping they will close quickly before they can turn around and come back. I’m so confused as to why they’re here but on the other hand, he’s an FBI agent so it may be normal for people to come in and out. The look on the female's face when we were face to face bugs me though. As if she was disgusted by ourmeeting and the panic in Alaric’s voice. Maybe it was a good thing though, because now I can slip away from him and I won’t have any potential issues considering my line of work.
Once I catch a cab back to my car, I hit the call button on my screen to see if Leonardo can do me a solid and grab me a set of clothes and a makeup bag. I can’t go into this meeting looking like a hooker. Because that’s what I look like right now with my smeared makeup and disheveled clothes.
“Have a fun night?” No hello, no good morning, just a snide remark from the king of one-night stands.
One-night stand, is that what it was? At least it was fun and I got something out of it. My heart betrays me, even when I try to convince myself that it was for the best anyways. Damn, I haven’t had these conflicting thoughts in a really long time. I’m not sure how I feel about it.
“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Can you do me a solid and grab me clothes—” Before I can finish, he cuts me off.
“Oh, sweets, you think we would let you come looking like a hot mess? Antonio will meet you at the coffee shop, he has a suit, heels, make up, and a brush for you. Hurry your ass up and get there. He bought you an extra twenty minutes.” He hangs up, letting the silence fill the car.
Antonio rounds the SUV through the military base gates, flashing a badge without rolling down the windows and the barrier lifts granting us access to the base. We round passing M35s and M939s loading up and passing by us. We make our way further down until we come to a field with targets. Another large vehicle waits for us as it holds the supplies we have to offer.
Antonio gets out before me, coming to my door and helping me out. Squaring my shoulders, I lift my chin high as I walk towards the Sergeant Major. He schools his face but his eyes show disappointment. As if he was waiting for a man to appear, not a woman. Typical male.
“Sergeant Major,” I address him once we come to a stop.
I look to his left, a command sergeant, and to his right a sergeant major, joins his side. They each look to be taken back by my presence as well as all the men who stand behind me.
“You must be Hansley. Little taken back as I expected to…” Before he can finish, I tilt my head and lift my hand.
“You weren’t expecting a female, you were expecting my father. Sorry to disappoint, but my father has passed, leaving me with his duties as head. I’m just as effective, only better. Now, shall we?” I gesture toward my men unloading the weapons.
He nods without saying a word but you can tell he doesn’t fully trust that I know what I’m doing.
“From your conversation with my father, you were interested in our machine guns for the tanks as well as the AR-15s and the Sig Sauer. We have also brought sniper rifles that are state of the art, .50 caliber that can travel five miles.” I gesture toward one of my men and he immediately hands me the sniper.
This thing is such a beauty. Too bad I prefer to play with knives.
“What makes you think that we need a sniper rifle? We have our own. We’ll just stick with the inventory we had spoken with your father about.” He smirks, waving it off.
“From my understanding, you were having issues with yours. Misfires, bullets getting stuck, want me to keep going? I can take these elsewhere if I’m wrong.” I study his face, moving to give the rifle back.
I knew he was a difficult bastard, they always are. Which is why I did my research, looking into their weak points.
“If you’re so confident, why don’t you give us a presentation. If you can handle such a weapon, then we’ll make a deal with you.” He crosses his arms over his chest challenging my education and experience.
My eyes light up in challenge, giving a curt nod. I can feel them looking me up and down, no doubt looking at my ass and the heels I’m wearing. What they don’t know is that I can do this in my sleep, barefoot, heels or standing on nails. We make our way over to a table that has the magazine out ready for me to load, earmuffs, and glasses. Picking up the mag, I quickly load the ammo, place glasses over my eyes, earmuffs on, and pick up the rifle. I glance over at them making sure they’re watching and lift the butt to my shoulder.
“Watch this shit. They’re going to shit their pants. They have no idea that she’s going to spank their asses and collect what she’s owed.” I can hear Antonio tell Larson and a couple of our men.
I lower my face down, looking through the scope. I take a deep breath and raise the gun up and point towards my target. Making sure my aim is perfect, I pull the trigger, releasing the bullet to soar through the air to meet its purchase. I keep my position steady as the kickback goes into my shoulder.
Keeping my eye through the scope, I move to the left to the next target and fire, then to the next until each target I meet has my mark. Once I finish, I point the rifle down and pull off my earmuffs. Looking at each man, I’m met with surprised expressions. I can’t help but let out a small chuckle.
