The Disbanded: Divided We Stand-Chapter 47
By MyNameIsCAL
---Iggy's POV---
It was starting to get colder the farther north we went. The rain turned to snow when we finally reached Washington. I can't remember the last time I felt snow, but it was nice.
"These vans aren't for driving in snow," Ted muttered. "Call Mike and ask him how much farther til the airport."
Max answered before Cal could call. "It's supposed to take three hours from where we are. But the snow is obviously going to delay us. The Itex location is another two hours from the airport."
Ted sounded annoyed. "I hate snow."
"Oh, but it's so pretty," Cal commented.
Sighing, Ted replied. "I guess we'll just stop at the airport today. If we can even get there."
"I'll see if I can tune into some weather station or something," Cal offered. "Although those weather people are wrong half the time."
I laughed. Maybe I was the only one who was enjoying our trip.
---Fang's POV---
The storm hit hard just as we made it to the airport. It took us double the time to get there. We pulled into one of the airplane hangars. Two agents stood waiting for us. Mike and Eli hopped out of their van, greeting them like old friends. I guess they knew we were coming.
I was the last to get out of the van. My leg was stiff.
"Whoa, careful there," Max grabbed me by the arm. "Watch the ice."
I looked down. The van had tracked in some ice. It was melting, but slowly. It wasn't much warmer in here than the outside.
"Thanks," I muttered.
We followed Mike and Eli down a hallway and into another building. The agents showed us to the kitchen.
"We don't have a lot. But you can cook whatever you'd like. After the snow stops, we'll get some more," one of the agents said. "We'll be around if you need us."
"Alright, thanks," Mike said.
The two agents disappeared down another hallway.
"I'll cook," Iggy suddenly spoke. "Gazzy, what's in the fridge?"
The two of them moved to the fridge while the rest of us sat, exhausted even though we had spent the whole day sitting in a van.
"Max," Ted sounded really tired. "I really think we oughta call Captain Ramirez up. We could cover more ground with his help."
"How so?"
"He can call in more agents. We can make this big."
"But can those other agents be trusted?"
Ted hesitated. "No. But the captain can be."
"Are you sure?"
Ted ran a hand through his hair. "We're going to need more help once we find Angel and Nudge. There's no way we can break them out just by ourselves."
Max looked deep in thought. "He's going to take over. Ramirez will want it to be his operation, not ours because we're not agents anymore."
"Not if I talk to him," Mike said.
"What makes you different from Max and Ted?" I asked.
"Ramirez is only ranked over you because he was put in charge of your operation. Eli and I rank over him," Mike explained. "And so this is our operation so he'll have to report to us."
"But can we trust him?" Max and her trust issues.
"Of course we can trust him," Mike insisted. "He worked with our father. Ramirez was the last man to see our father alive. They worked together for years. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have had a body to bury."
Eli continued. "In fact the only reason we out rank Ramirez was because he refused to take charge of an entire headquarters like us. I mean, we're not even an official division, but the FBI owed it to us. Small operations come through and we oversee them, but that's it. They thought Ramirez was going to be director someday. But some people say he never got over the death of our father."
"Alright, then call him," Max sighed.
---Max's POV---
I woke up to Fang tripping over one of the backpacks. It was nearly four in the morning. He was sprawled on the ground, cursing.
"Are you ok?" I pulled the blankets off me and turned on the lights.
Fang rolled onto his back. "I think so."
I peeked over the side of the bed at him. He was massaging his leg.
"This is what I get for not sleeping," Fang grumbled.
I helped him get back onto the bed. The room was small, claustrophobic almost. It just happened he fell where there was nothing to hit his head on.
"I don't like this place," Fang said after a while.
"Why not?"
"It's too small."
"We'll be out of here in the morning," I assured him.
He pulled the blankets over us and then took my hand. "We should get one of those big mansions up in the mountains or something in California when we're done with Itex. Some place where we can go to the beach every day."
I felt myself smile. "We should."
And that was the first time Fang had ever mentioned the future to me. It actually sounded nice, exciting even. I squeezed his hand.
Fang grinned and leaned over, kissing me. "Now you should sleep. We have a long day tomorrow."
I turned off the light and Fang's head rested on my shoulder. But instead of sleeping, I spent the next few hours thinking about him and everything we had ahead of us.
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