How could he do this?
May had just left Phil's office after putting Phil down to sleep, he had over an hour of carving on the wall, which by the end, had prolonged the craving but left him exhausted. She walked out to get some fresh air before she went to start her tai chi routine, warranted she usually did it at 5am, but this has left her wired and she knew that sleep would out run her, so she knew not to try.
There stood a blast from the past that she had forgotten for a reason, there stood before her was her ex-husband.
May pulled him into the dark recesses of the building away from the places she knew were covered by the cameras. She knew that if he tried anything she would smack his teeth down his throat and send him out in a body bag.
"What the hell are you doing here?" The venom in May's voice could have melted titanium; for once the man in front of her didn't flinch.
"Awww babe, why are you talking like that? You loved me once, remember? Or was that before Phil came along?"
'Strike one', May thought, cause she knew he would go to three. He always did, even after Bahrain, when she was at her lowest he still went for the low blows.
"Phil asked for my help, something about further Intel that he needed and he thought that I could be the man to provide it. Whether the Intel was about you or not I can't say, but I wouldn't mind telling him a thing or two about you..."
'Strike two', "Let me tell you this, if you think going for a third strike, I will end you. I won't bother with dumping your ass in a body bag. You tried to put me in one after I got back from Bahrain and you failed! Suddenly, I didn't want stay married to you, I wonder why that could be?"
He walked past May with an exaggerated swagger as he entered the building looking for Phil, knowing it will infuriate May by deliberately goading her into a fight but he knew it would take a lot more than that to get under her skin.
May was desperately thinking what could he provide that Phil would ever need? She was his partner and had been for many years, before Bahrain had happened and yet he had called him in. Why? What was the sneaky son of a bitch up to? She didn't know yet, but if she had to beat his ass into the ground with her boots, she'll do it and find out.
Cogs turning at a furious pace in her mind as she set off inside the building and straight for the gym, if she didn't release some tension before he came back, she would kick the living daily lights out of him and she didn't need an excuse, just a look will do and with the mood she was in, he wouldn't even get that.
She started on the punch bag, just jabbing with no rhythm other than to release the pent up frustration coursing its way through her body.
After she felt the heat and the lactic acid burning her muscles she started a one two jab, moving her feet, ducking and diving, creating a methodical rhythm and relaxing her mind.
This was what relaxed her other than her tai chi, creating the flow and releasing the negativity allowing her to carry on and face the world.
This carried on for thirty minutes, the sweat layering her body and her hair sticking to her head as she concentrated on blocking the world out.
Soon she heard a smash, all rhythm aside she raced up the stairs to the source of the commotion and came in to find Phil sat behind his desk, there was a statue in pieces beside her ex-husband, who stood their motionless until his eyes landed on her.
His faced morphed into the face she knew so well and saw that he was wearing a smug look and approached him with the grace and deception of being just a woman, but everyone in the room knew that May was a force to be reckoned with, even on her worst day it was not wise to poke. He slowly backed up as she approached, until his felt his legs hit a coffee table in the middle of his room, she grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him in to face her.
With venom that Phil didn't know she possessed she uttered, "I don't know what you're doing here but until I've had a word with Phil, you can go and wait downstairs. If anything, and I do mean anything, moves an inch, I'll take you out and I don't mean a date. Now get the hell out...!" He looked at Phil, an unspoken message travelling between the two men, one that didn't go unnoticed by May and just confirmed her suspicions that something was going on and she's not going to like it.
She turned to look at Phil who was looking pensive and concerned with something, but didn't look all that willing to share since she'd come in when the statue had broken. She didn't know the in's and out's of the conversation, but what she did know was that she intended to find out.
She turned and walked toward towards the door, locking it from the inside and ensuring that no one would disturb them. She walked towards Phil, who to give him credit maintained eye contact with her the whole time as the tops of her thighs touched the desk. May bent over and looked him dead in the eyes.
"We're going to talk and you're going to tell me what the hell is going on, but more importantly, you're going to explain what the hell he's doing here and why I'm not allowed to beat the crap out of him."
Phil looked at her and realised that it's possible he made a very grave error, but he knew that he needed the information May's ex-husband held.
"Well Phil, I am waiting, and I don't have all the time in the world, because if he touches anything, I will break his fingers and I'll be laughing."
Phil lent forward and rubbed his temples, tiredness etched across his face like lines on a map and he knew that this was going to be a very sensitive conversation, but the question for him was where does he start?