“Shit! They’re here! Everyone scatter!”
Alpha One grinned at nothing, savoring the frantic behavior of the men in his sight. They always had this reaction, and he could help but think they looked rather like ants that had lost their trail home. He almost felt bad for them. Almost.
Kill them all. Those had been his orders. The department didn’t want any loose ends. He didn’t see how some of these people were loose ends, but he wasn’t going to question it either. He had a job, end of.
He cleared the first two rooms quickly. They never put up much of a fight when they know their time’s up.
Inspector was going to have his hands full with this job. It’s not my problem though. Maybe if the others had been on time, they’d be able to keep me from making such a mess, but since I’m alone…
He continued walking down the long halls, up flights of stairs, clearing each room as he went. No one escaped his reach.
Fuck, how many rooms are in this place? I’m hungry. Maybe I’ll go get a burger after I’m finished.
One of the men began firing wildly in his direction.
This jackass really thinks I can’t avoid a few bullets?
Alpha One laughed softly and leaped forward. He brought his blade down. He felt a rushing in his ears as the man’s blood splattered across his face.
They are gonna be so pissed about this mess.
Oh good, I think this is the last room.
He reached the doorway and glanced in, taking in his surroundings. One person lying on the bed, motionless. Alpha One approached, katana raised slightly, but stopped dead when he saw the person lying in front of him.
No.
It’s still the same face, after all these years…
His thoughts are cut off by the sound of footsteps approaching the room. He moved to draw his blade as a man runs through the door, but changed his mind, sheathing it fully. He bared his teeth in a menacing grin, and stepped off, his movements so quick the man can barely follow them. He struck the man before the man could even draw his weapon. Alpha One watched as the man fell.
I’ll leave this one for the detective. I’m sure he’ll like having someone to interrogate.
He approaches the bed again, pulling a small knife from his utility belt, and cuts the bindings on the woman’s wrists and ankles. Grabbing a ratty blanket from a chair in the corner of the room, he wraps her up, before gingerly picking her up and cradling her against his chest.
Yeah, they’re going to be pissed. Oh well, it is what it is.
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As Alpha One exits the front door, he makes eye contact and nods to the front man of the SWAT team.
“Live one last door on the left, top level. Shouldn’t put up a fight for you.”
The squad leader nods in acknowledgement before signaling for his team to move forward.
“What the fuck Dean!”
Detective Hault stalks towards him, looking particularly foul.
“I thought I said clean house!”
“You did sir.”, Alpha One replies.
“Then what’s that?”
The detective glares while gesturing to the woman in Alpha One’s arms.
Alpha One sighs and turns away from the detective.
Damn, no bus yet. I don’t see the guys either.
“Don’t ignore me, you fuck! DEAN!”
Alpha One sighs again, louder, and turns back to the detective.
“She’s not a thing.”
The detective visibly deflates.
“Even so, I told you clean house! Does that look like a clean house to you?!”
“Well, that isn’t helpful now… Why isn’t the bus here yet?”
“Shit. Stupid bastard.”, detective Hault growls. “It’s five out. You finished a lot quicker than expected. We can lay her in one of the squad cars until they get here.”
“Nah… I’ll go sit over there with her ‘til they get here.”
Detective Hault watches Alpha One walk over to the curb and carefully lay the girl in his lap, her head resting on his shoulder
He sits impatiently, waiting for the bus to get there. His toes curling and uncurling in his boots, his fingers clenching, anxiety furling in his chest, his thoughts drowning him.
It’s taking so long. I wish he’d stop using my real name when we are out on jobs. People are going to start thinking he’s playing favorites. I mean, he does, but still. I hope the bus gets here before the guys…
“Aye, Alpha!”
Ugh…speak of the devil…
“Done already? Couldn’t save any glory for us, could you?”
Dean glares up at Delta Two as he approaches.
“Ohh, whatcha got there? Trophy? You dog, Detective said to get rid of them all.”
Delta Two bends down and reaches out towards the woman before Dean snatches his wrist in a firm grip. Maybe a bit too firm, but he needs to learn manners somehow.
“So much as lay a finger on her, and I’ll rip that useless fucking arm off of your body and shove it down your throat.”, he growls.
Delta Two stares at him for a moment before retracting his hand and standing back up.
“You really are as rabid as they say Alpha. You should watch how you talk to people.”, he grins.
Dean knows he’s mostly playing, but he’s not in the mood.
Dean bares his teeth at Delta Two as he stands to meet the approaching ambulance.
