Chapter 8: Enough Of Your Games

While walking towards the second floor to check on the hostages things were awfully quiet between Frost and Cynthia after waiting long enough for Frost to say something Cynthia broke the silence with a question.

"So Frost… do you always do stuff like this?"

"Stuff like what?" replied Frost with a question.

"You know fighting, almost getting stabbed in the eye." chirped Cynthia.

"Yeah I guess I do." answered Frost after thinking about it "Although you don't seem to be that bothered by it considering your expressions." added Frost shortly after.

"I mean don't get me wrong I am pretty concerned about our current situation but what I still don't get is how in the world are you so calm about the fact that you almost died." asked Cynthia

"But I didn't did I." Frost cut her off.

"Not the point." Cynthia said slightly irritated by the vague answers Frost was giving her.

"Champion keeping your cool I such situations increase your chances exponentially." Frost replied with a serious expression.

"I understand that much already I am not a child Frost, I get keeping your cool is necessary but what I don't understand is your whole deal." said Cynthia.

Frost raised an eyebrow and said

"I am sorry I don't understand what you mean." replied Frost honestly.

"Just drop the act alright it's pretty obvious that you didn't get out of that last encounter Scot free

your posture is bent ever so slightly to the left ever since you walked out of the bar, you are hurt probably in the abdomen region no thanks to that kick you received and still you are brushing it all off like nothing is wrong." retorted Cynthia.

Frost was visibly surprised by Cynthia's observation skill's as he was genuinely trying to hide the fact that he was hurt.

"Wow I didn't take you as the kind who notices such things." said Frost.

"Training Pokemon is my primary profession Frost if I don't notice 'such things' how am I suppose to tell if my Pokemon are injured."

"Well I still don't get what are you trying to make me say." replied Frost still confused.

(It's no good he is like a blank slate I can't read him at all. Well I guess I should try to be more direct now.) thought Cynthia admitting defeat in her head.

"Just who are you because clearly you are not just an 'ESCORT' because most guys can't even take half the mental stress you took I the last hour and I am not even considering your physical abilities right now." asked Cynthia coming straight to the point.

(She's good.) thought Frost internally praising Cynthia.

"Alright fine you win, I was trying to stay quite all this time because like you I was also observing." said Frost while raising his hands and breaking the act.

"Observing what exactly."

"You who else." replied Frost like stating the obvious.

"Why." asked Cynthia.

"Well as you have already guessed escorting people especially someone of your stature is not something I do on a daily basis infact it's not even close to it, so I was just trying to create a neutral environment for me to understand your psyche a bit better."confessed Frost.

"Oh so what is it that you do?"

"I am a Ranger by profession Champion."

"Wait really?" replied Cynthia.

"Do I not look the part?" asked Frost .

"No it's just, I am not sure how to put it but even for a Ranger you are if I were to put it in words 'Unique'." replied Cynthia.

"Why is tha..." Frost's question was cut short as he heard muffling voices in the storage room.

"Let's continue this later." said Frost as he opened the door only to find seven people tied to a table with the bomb on top of it.

"Take the lead with this one Champion." whispered Frost in Cynthia's ear while walking behind her.

"Alright." replied Cynthia.

"Calm down everyone we are here to get you out." addressed Cynthia to the people.

Soon Frost cut off there restraints and got the people out where he saw the people thanking Cynthia, especially the young women hugging her and saying her thanks.

(She really brightens up the mood the people seem very calm now.)thought Frost who realised that he was staring at Cynthia this whole time and swiftly moved his head to the left when Cynthia looked towards him only to smile at his behavior.

Afterwords when the people had left Cynthia rejoined Frost who was looking at the bomb keenly.

"What to do with this one now." said Frost

"Can't we throw it out like the last one."

"I am afraid not Champion this one is tamper proof you see that plate underneath it ."

"A pressure sensor." replied Cynthia.

"Exactly meaning the only way we can stop this is getting hand on that detonator." added Frost.

"Then what are we doing here isn't the head in the Cockpit." said Cynthia.

"You seem pretty motivated." teased Frost.

"I have a score to settle with that punk for hurting the people."

"You noticed the bruises."

"On the people, yes." replied Cynthia.

"You have keen eyes miss."said Frost in soft tone.

"Thanks but for now lets focus on getting that detonator." replied Cynthia now behaving like a completely different person, the fact that she was angry didn't get unnoticed by Frost who kept his hand on her shoulder and said

"I promise to get everyone out safe including you, and as for their leader I have a plan."

"Good now lets go end this." said Cynthia.

"Roger That" replied Frost as they made it towards the Cockpit.

Author's Notes:

Sorry for the gap in the release had my exam yesterday anyways here is another chapter hope you enjoy this more Cynthia based setting.

PEACE