Disclaimer: I do not own Wanted
Author's Note: You're a stubborn lot, aren't you! As I said before, I'd love to hear from you. If you could just take a few seconds to give me you're opinion, I'd be extremely grateful. Constructive criticism is welcomed, even more so then compliments!
Chapter 4
"This is pretty awesome!" Wesley yelled, over the sound of the machines, "Is it a front?"
Fox had been waiting for Wesley outside of his office and had silently driven him to a textile mill, as he walked his way throw the newfound feeling of power. The man with the gun from the night prior, who has called the Gunsmith, led Wesley to Sloan inside the mill.
"A front for what?" asked Sloan, seriously.
"I don't know. Assassination?" answered Wesley with a shrug.
Sloan led Wesley up the stairs to the lunch room, feeding him what Wesley believed to be absolute bull about them being in an actual textile mill.
Fox looked up from her lunch, as Wesley and Sloan came bursting through the doors.
"I think you owe me some answers." Wesley stated.
Fox wasn't sure how much longer Sloan was going to act like a preacher. As their superior, he deserved a certain amount of respect. He didn't owe Wesley anything.
Sloan stepped toward the coffee machine and poured himself a mug as Wesley asked a question that silenced the entire room.
"Do you make sweaters or do you kill people?"
Sloan continued to make his coffee silently, causing Wesley to look around the room. The big, bearded man took a huge bite out of his sandwich as he stared at Wesley. The look in his eyes led Wesley to regret speaking to Sloan so casually. As he scanned the room, he met familiar and unfamiliar faces. All were watching him with the same expression as the big man. All but Fox, that is. She almost looked nervous.
Fox watched Wesley carefully as Sloan silently made his coffee. Sloan looked up from his mug and said, "This is an awful lot of questions over coffee." Before stepping past him and toward the table at which Fox and the blonde man sat.
"Are you sure you're ready for the answers?" he asked Wesley.
"Yes! I-I'm sure." Wesley answered. "I can't go back." He said with a small laugh, "Not to my life".
Sloan watched Wesley before turning to Fox.
"He's all yours."
