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Chapter 2:
Jager hasn't been sleeping well.
We've been here for 3 days now. There hasn't been any conversation between us and the Russians… Glaz and Kapkan. Glaz is still bed-ridden with the heavy bear-trap attached to his ankle. We hear him speaking in Russian with Kapkan while they try to remove the trap, but so far they haven't made any progress. Eventually Kapkan shouts curses in his native tongue and goes outside until he calms down.
Jager's arm has really become an issue. I'm gently feeling up and down his injured arm right now. It's easy to tell where the bone has broken, but it wasn't visible to the naked eye. It was near his elbow.
"Sorry, Jager. I know it hurts badly. Just keep it in your arm sling and be careful. Hopefully we will get out of here soon." I help him put his arm back in the sling he wore, quietly wishing for the snow storms to pass away so we can find a way out of this place.
"Don't worry, Blitz. I plan to get out of here with or without my arm." He lies down on his bed, carefully.
"You will definitely have your arm, because none of us are going to cut it off." I joke with him.
"I would." Bandit adds, sitting at the kitchen table in a stool, drinking a mug of water.
Jager laughs, "Yeah, you would, you crazy son of a bitch."
Bandit responds, "I'll probably have to cut off a leg, too."
I.Q. and I glared at him, knowing he was referring to Glaz's situation. Kapkan was at attention, staring at Bandit, "What you say?"
"It was a joke." He waves it off.
"You don't make jokes about us, Kraut," Kapkan growled. Glaz was lying down on his bed with his arm over his eyes, looking like he was trying to ignore the entire argument.
Bandit stares back at Kapkan now. I can tell he's not going to shut his mouth like he should.
"I can make jokes about whatever I want. Hey, maybe I'll be doing you and him a favor cutting that thing off." He didn't laugh or smile. He's saying things to provoke him.
"Bandit, hör auf damit, Dummkopf!*" I snap at him, but he pays no attention to me. Jager and I.Q. are quietly watching.
Kapkan stands up, about to walk to over to Bandit, "I will fucking kill you," he threatens him, but is interrupted by Glaz grabbing his leg, preventing him from heading over to Bandit. "Both you be quiet. I have much pain in my head," He squints up at Kapkan. He listens to Glaz, but keeps his deadly glare focused on Bandit.
Part of me thinks that Bandit does need his ass kicked every now and then. But in these circumstances, I can't allow it.
"Is it true that Spetsnaz are secretly gay?"
God damn it, Dominic!
I hear I.Q. mutter, "Idiot!" and Jager groans.
Before I knew it, Bandit was on the floor with Kapkan on top of him, getting in a few hits before it just became a wrestling match. Glaz sat up and adjusted in bed to watch the two fight. He was clearly unhappy, and looked completely worn out.
I.Q. grabbed Bandit, and I wrapped my arms around Kapkan from behind, trying to pry him off. Even Jager got involved, helping us pull them apart. After a few more moments of grabbing at each other, we got them to separate. Both had a bloody nose but Bandit got beaten much more overall. He was a little disorientated while Kapkan stood back, panting lightly but still sharp. He wiped the blood from his nose. His hood and mask had been removed, showing off his somewhat long, messy brown hair and slight stubble. Some of his hair fell over his eyes in locks.
We sat Bandit down on the loveseat on our side of the cabin. Kapkan had sat back down, exchanging quiet words with Glaz.
"Can you understand me, Bandit?" I questioned him as I held onto his shoulders, standing in front of him, looking into his eyes, though he refused to return the gaze.
"Yeah, I understand you." He mumbles.
"Good. Listen to me, Bandit: you are not a child, or a teenager. Learn to watch your mouth, especially when you're stuck in a room with an armed man that already hates you!"
Bandit responded simply with, "Got it."
Somehow I doubt his answer, but I accept it for now. I look over at I.Q. who is sitting next to him. We both shake our head.
Later that night, I was standing at one of the windows, watching the snow fall. It was getting so deep that it was very difficult for us to go outside to go to the bathroom. But still, it was beautiful to see. It was all white, everywhere you looked. The snow had stopped falling for now, so the moon was out and bright, making the snow glitter.
"I'm still curious if they are…" I hear Bandit talking to I.Q. She groans, "Just shut up. Can you shut up?"
I turn and look at them, watching and listening. They're still sitting on the loveseat, by the window I'm now leaning against. I put my hands in my pockets and keep my ears open.
"It's just a question. I didn't need to get my ass kicked for it." Bandit shrugs. I shake my head, remaining silent.
"Your big, fat mouth is going to get us all killed," She joked, before becoming serious again, "Bandit, I know you're not stupid… but you're arrogant, and you need to be careful with that."
Bandit crossed his arms. His bruises were really visible now, but they didn't seem to bother him, "I.Q., does it bother you that he got offended about being asked if they were gay?" He stared at her. I couldn't tell if he was trying to piss her off, or if he was being genuinely curious.
After scoffing, I.Q. replied, "No… why would it offend me?"
"Aren't you gay?" He asks, bluntly.
With a look of shock and annoyance on her face, she shoots back, "How would you know?"
He continues looking at her, now looking amused, but still interested in learning more, "I looked in your wallet once and saw a picture of a cute girl in it," he was interrupted by I.Q. nearly shouting, "Stop getting into people's things!"
Bandit continued, undeterred, "Who's the sub in bed?"
I.Q. covered her face and shook her head, mumbling, "I can't believe you," behind her hands, before getting up and heading to bed. She laid on the top bunk as usual, but looked down at me and Bandit, saying, "Bandit, you sleep down there tonight. Blitz, come here, sleep on a real bed." She got under the covers and turned her back towards us.
Bandit looked away. He looked like he actually felt bad. I decided not to say anything more to him and went up onto the mattress to lie next to I.Q. I pulled part of the covers over me. Before I fell asleep, I heard Jager underneath us say one more thing to Bandit, "Good job, idiot." Bandit didn't respond.
*"Shut up, dumbass!"