Black Hat
Chapter Three
Description: Wyatt's a newly hired FBI agent quickly making his way up the ranks, When he's sent on a job to recruit a highly illegal and dangerous hacker with the code name, 'Black Hat', he finds himself a little more than over his head.
A/N: Short Chapter. Shadow Keyblade Master, I apologize for the lack of Xananh, so I'll eventually update a fic with your characters in it, which'll be god damn hard, so you better get me twenty bucks and a block of chocolate for my birthday.
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Chris grinned as he took in Wyatt's uncertain look. Chris had learned a lot while being a hacker, like kicking ass at poker, hustling pool and scams. He was an expert at most card games, and gambling. He rocked back in his seat, his cat-like eyes bright and excited, and he was confident.
He had also gained a new power, a power that made gambling against him a stupid idea, and losing in a card game near impossible, and if he could keep Wyatt out of his head for long enough, he would kick his older brother's ass and be out of there like the wind. Flicking his wrist, the cards fanned out in his wrist, and his smirked at his brothers incredulous look. "Surprised?" He asked cockily, raising an eyebrow.
Rocking back on to two chair legs, he lifted his legs on to the table, and he lifted the dog tags from around his neck and chewed them. It was a habit. One he'd picked up while he was still at home, and it was obvious that Wyatt had noticed.
Wyatt sighed, he honestly had no clue how to play Poker, and he looked up at his brother. "Chris, You know I can't play Poker." He whined, and it almost felt like the old days, where he and Chris argued over what to eat for lunch, who does the dishes or who had to take the garbage out.
Chris smirked more, and he looked at his brother challengingly. "What do you suggest we play then?"
Wyatt smirked himself, and calmly said, "Go Fish." In return he got his brother howling in laughter, to the point that he had fallen backwards from his chair, and was crying.
Wyatt honestly couldn't see what was so funny.
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After Chris had managed to calm himself, wipe the tears in his eyes, and sit back in his normal position, he agreed, his voice shaking as he held back laughter, and Wyatt felt happiness in his heart. That even all these years, his brother could still laugh like he always had.
"Alright then." Chris leaned forward and grabbed the deck of cards, shuffling it quickly before dealing fourteen between the two. "You go first Wyatt." Chris was relaxed, and he was cocky, and Wyatt was worried.
"Got any Sevens?" He asked, and started a very, very long game.
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Chris sighed as he threw his three at his brother, and he knew that his brother had bested him at a childish game. As Wyatt asked if he had any twos, he shook his head, and his brother picked up a card, and added yet another set of cards to his score. "Got any fives?" Chris asked, rocking back further in his chair, catching the five-card thrown at him, and with a flick of his wrist, the set of cards landed in his pile, and he calmly asked if Wyatt had any sixes, like it was normal for a nineteen year old and a twenty-one year old to settle bets over a game of 'Go Fish.'
Chris summoned a card from the 'go fish' pile and added it to his hand, before throwing a card at his brother, who now only had one remaining card left. "Got any aces?" Wyatt asked innocently, like he hadn't been shifting through his brother's head subtly. Chris rocked forward and slammed his hand on the table, the illusion immediately fading and he hissed in low tones. "You cheated."
Wyatt grinned innocently, and rose his eyebrow, calmly saying. "A deal's a deal."