And now time for the real fun! !
Wesley slammed the card onto the table with a loud and triumphant, "HA!"
"'Hand them over!" He exclaimed, not even waiting but swopping his hand across the table, taking every last piece of money that laid on it.
"I don' git how yah do dat." Johnny said, picking at his head as he eyed the table.
"Skills, John John. Skills." Wesley smiled as he slid the wad of bills into his pocket.
"You know I don' like it when you call me dat." Johnny complained. He stood up, all 6 feet of him, and wandered over to the screens, checking them over.
"See anything?" Wesley asked, shuffling the cards back out onto the table.
"Noting!" He growled, "Same as always."
Wesley grinned, "Good. How about another game?"
Just as Johnny thumped down into the chair, muttering how he had no more money, the door at the end of the hallway slammed open. Wesley didn't look up from his cards to see who was coming. He already knew. He could hear the small footfalls as they walked briskly down the hallway and up to their table.
"Well boys, glad to see we're paying you to play around." His voice sneered.
"You ain't payin' us." Johnny growled back, making Wesley smile at his hand.
Timothy flickered a glance at Johnny before turning his back to him.
"Give this to Him." He commanded, shoving a large brown envelope into Wesley's lap.
"Why don't you?" He asked, shooting him a hard glare, "You are his pansy boy, aren't you?"
Timothy narrowed his eyes, his lip curling slightly, "Just. Give. It. To. Him." He barked the words out. He shot Johnny another pathetic grin before turning his heels and walking away.
"You want to do it?" Wesley asked Johnny, who shook his head hard enough that his chins jiggled a bit.
"I didn't think so." He sighed. He stood up, placing his cards down. Grabbing the envelope, he made his way down the other end of the hall to the a steel door. He took a deep breath as he entered the 5 digit code he had to memorize the first day he had arrived.
"Don't you forget it or we'll make sure everyone forgets you! Got it?!"
Once he heard the familiar beep, he pushed the door open and entered the stoney darkness. The first thing that hit him was the acrid smell of bleach that made his nose curl up in disgust. As he walked towards Him, he couldn't help but recount the first time they brought him here. How it smelled exactly the same, like a hospital. But there were no white hallways and cute nurses...just black walls and monitors that lined the walls. Screens of various people that moved around or some that just stayed on the same face.
"Don't stare at him." He was told.
"If he asks you something, just answer."
He hadn't been told what his assignment was, just that it involved someone very important.
Someone by the name of Mr. X.
Wesley slowed his pace a bit as He came into view. To this day, the very sight of him always creeped Wesley out. All the plugs that connected into made him seem almost robotic. Not to mention the heavy mask he wore to cover his face and shield his voice. It always reminded him of Darth Vader, minus all the cool Sci-Fi crap that Wesley use to love.
"Do you have it?" His voice called out to Wesley, who stopped in his tracks.
"Uh...Yeah." He stammered, walking over to him and holding it out.
"Read it!" He commanded, his green eyes glued to Wesley.
Wesley, confused, pulled the file out of the envelope with rather shaky hands. He read over the profile, his confusion only growing as he continued to read.
"Did it work?"
Wesley glanced back at the page, his head nodding.
"Yes. From what...they can assume...the procedure worked." He skimmed down the page.
"They have yet to conclude if she is showing signs but the medical reports show a vast amount of meteor rock in her system." He finished, glancing back up with raised eyebrows.
"And The Blur?"
Wesley looked back at the document.
"He was reported there. Along with Mr. Queen and Miss. Lane."
"Leave."
Wesley didn't have to be told twice and immediately left. He rushed passed Johnny, who glanced up at him in question.
"I'm going for a smoke." He back behind him. Once he got outside and breathed in some fresh air, he flipped open his phone and dialed her.
She rubbed her tired eyes, the laptop screen embedded in her eyelids as they closed for a moment of sweet rest. A small sigh opened her eyes and she turned over to smile down at him. Nathan shifted in his sleep, his warm body pressed against hers. To tired to function anymore tonight, she closed the laptop and placed on the nightstand beside her. Just as she was about to turn the light off and snuggle against him, her phone vibrated. Taking one more glance back at Nathan, she flicked open her phone, standing out of bed.
"Yes." She whispered, already worried that she had wakened him.
"It's me." Wesley said on the other end.
She turned back to the bed, her fearful before she slipped into the darkened hallway.
"Is there any more news?" She asked, the phone pressing down hard on her ear.
"Yeah. It worked."
She closed her eyes in agony.
Oh Chloe.
"You better get down there."
She opened her eyes, a sudden strength showing in her green eyes.
"You just keep me updated."
She was about to close her phone when she pushed back up to her ear.
"And Wesley..."
"Yeah?"
"Be careful."
He said nothing and the next thing she heard was the dial tone. Slowly, she walked back into the bedroom, placing the phone next to the laptop.
Nathan rolled over, his eyes heavy with sleep, "Lana? Who...was that?" He finished in a yawn.
"Wesley." She answered, pulling the covers back and slipping in next to him.
"I might have to leave for a couple of days." Lana whispered into his ear.
"You going to go back?" He asked, grabbing her hand beneath the covers and squeezing. She said nothing, instead she squeezed back and dug her face into his neck.
Yeah. I'm going back.
*deep breath* !