So, I made a feel changes in this fic, the first chapter I had posted is now the second. My bad. Sorry for the incovenience. Hope you still like it.
"Would you please relax? We're fine."
"Than, tell me what's your definition of fine, Bryce? Because mine doesn't involve been chained in this… This… You know what? This is all your fault! I'm so tired of working with people like you… Because of you, we have no backup, no nothing and… we're about to die! And it's your fault."
"Argh! I knew you were going to blame this on me, what the hell happened to us Sarah? We used to be better at this…"
"You used to be better at this. And you are the one who screwed this up." Somehow Bryce managed to reach his front pocket and find his cell-phone. Seeing what he was doing Sarah said in disapprovingly: "What are you doing? You can't call anyone; this is an unofficial mission, in case you have forgotten."
"I'm not calling the director."
"Who are you calling, than?"
I'm a little gazelle. And I'm surrounded by tigers. I'm not a big fan of metaphors, but I don't know other way to describe my situation. I'm a little gazelle surrounded by tigers because I am physically incapable of protecting myself. The only tool I have in my defense is my intelligence. But they're not just a bunch of brains with no muscles, they're also very smart.
You know those people who say "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" That's not exactly my philosophy of life. I keep my friends away to keep them safe, and I keep my enemies away to keep… well, me safe.
But… You know, my life could be worse; I could… I don't know, I could be working at a Buymore or something… And, I get to help other people, not like helping an old lady cross the street, I mean like really help people…
.
Right now I'm taking a little vacation. I particularly like the sunny places, tropical countries, cold beverages and… bikinis. My traveling itineraries include Bali, Hawaii, South America, Africa, etc…
I'm currently in Brazil, enjoying the Carnival, in a city called Salvador. You know, here, depending where you are, people celebrate differently the occasion? Most people around the world only know about the Parade of samba schools in Rio. It's a big week here and a lot of Brazilians say that the year only really begins after carnival.
A few years ago, all the noise and chaos would have bothered me. But now… let's just say I don't mind it so much.
I try not to talk too much, languages aren't exactly my forte and my Portuguese is definitely not perfect. But what can I do? If when I was a kid someone had told me that I would be traveling around the world, I would have been prepared… or not.
My dad says I'm changing too much and he keeps telling me he's sorry. My old man doesn't understand that I ain't complaining. No, this might not be my dream life, but like I said, it could be worse.
Maybe he's talking about all the times I found myself in the face of danger and had to manage to get myself out of it on my own. And that has happened way too many times... So I might have got a bit cocky. Yeah… I am that good. And never once I used raw power.
And to think I used to be such an insecure little douche.
.
"Oi, excuse me, could you please get me a beer?" I asked a waiter from a kiosk near where I was standing at the beach.
"O quê?" The waiter asked confused.
"A b-e-e-r…" Oh god, how do you say Beer in Portuguese? Maybe it looks like Spanish?
"So that friend of yours doesn't like using his phone?"
"No! He always answers it. Maybe he's just doing something important…"
"Come on! I'm thirsty…" Chuck lowered his head and signed in disappointment.
"Seu celular tá tocando, gringo." Said the waitor.
"What?"
"Seu celular, RING – RING!" The man mimicked a cell phone being played.
"Oh – Oh, my cell phone!" Chuck reached his pocket as the waiter left in annoyance. "it's Bryce!" He dropped the phone on the sand and hurried to pick it up once more, putting it on he's ear. "BRYCE! Thank god it's you!"
"Why? What's wrong, are you okay?"
"Yeah… But-"
"But what? Where are you Chuck?"
"How do you say beer in Portuguese?"
"What?"
"It's just- it's so hot in here and man I'm thirsty."
"Chuck! I don't have time for this. Look- I was captured a few hours ago and I need your help."
"Captured? Why don't you call your agency for backup?"
"I can't, this is an unauthorized mission. Do you still have that tracking device Orion gave you?"
"Yeah…"
"Than hurry, I don't have much time!"
"Where are you exactly?"
"Somewhere in Europe…"
"WHAT? Are you sure you can't get out of this on your own? I'm gonna have to cross an ocean to rescue you, not to mention interrupt my vacation!"
"For god's sake Chuck, I would ask someone else if I could." Chuck sighed in defeat.
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Oh, and Bryce?"
"Yeah?"
"How do you say beer on Portuguese?"
Sarah heard the whole conversation and got more and more frustrated with every word those two shared. By the time Bryce ended the phone call, she asked:
"That's the guy who's supposed to help us?"
"Yea-p, that's Chuck." Bryce let out an uncertain loop-side grin towards her.
"We're doomed."
Using the tracking device his dad gave him to track Bryce's phone Chuck found out that his friend was somewhere in England so he took the first flight towards there. He landed after about 10 hours and followed the GPS.
The thing leaded him to an enormous abandoned building. When Chuck spotted a security guard by front door he hid behind a tree. The man was caring a heavy-some-kind-of-gun and was talking on his phone, that was the distraction he needed to walk sneakily towards the lateral door.
Well, apparently not so sneakily because he was spotted by the security man halfway before he could reach the door.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" The man came walking his direction.
"Oh bollocks, I believe I'm lost." He said that with what could be described the worst English accent ever. "Is that a real gun? It's so cool! Can I touch it?"
"No! Get out of here now!"
"Jesus! You don't have to be rude… How about a picture? P-l-e-a-s-e?"
"Fine, one picture, and then you disappear."
"Yay! Now let me just find my camera…" Opening his backpack Chuck started looking… "Where is it? Cell, playboy magazine, keys… HERE! I found it!"
"The camera?"
"Nope. My peppermint spray …" Before the man could react Chuck sprayed the thing on his face. Chuck grabbed the man's gun and knocked the guard out with the back of it. He carried the man behind the tree and stripped him of so he could wear the uniform.
"I swear to God, I'll kill him if he doesn't come." Sarah looked at him with a mock look on her face.
"If you haven't realized yet, we're going to die first." She paused for a second and asked "Who is this guy, anyway?."
"He's the funniest, nicest and kindest man I know. Or at least he used to be…"
"So, your boyfriend? Interesting…"
"Of course, not! He's my best friend, the only one I have, for that matter."
That kind of connection Bryce had with this so-called Chuck raised her curiosity. Sarah never really had anyone she could call a friend…
"What's that noise?"
"What noise?" Sarah's question was answered when they both heard a scream. "Is that a girl?"
"No… That's Chuck." With a loud bang the door from the cell was opened and a tall lanky nerd collapsed on the floor .
"You have –" Started Chuck breathing heavily. "No idea—how heavy this thing is."
"A machine gun is made to shoot people, Chuck, not to carry it over you shoulder."
"Like I'm going to shoot someone… Besides I don't really have a license to kill."
"Hey you two, enough with the talk. Chuck, can you help me take this out?" in that moment Chuck noticed the blond angel in front of him..
"Uh…" Fine… Maybe I'm still insecure, nerdish and not a bit cocky. But, hey… It could be worse.