CHAPTER 4
JUNE 13, 2002
"What's your name?" Alexandra asked the man that sat across from her at the kitchen table.
The man had his arms crossed against his chest and stared at the girl. "Rumlow," he grumbled.
She took a sip from her can of diet coke. "What's your first name?"
"That's classified."
"Why is that classified?" She furrowed her eyebrows.
"Because I don't wanna tell ya," he sneered at her. "That's why."
The girl sat up straight in her chair. "How old are you?"
"Too old for you."
She rolled her eyes and leaned back. "You're not as fun as Phil."
"That's because Coulson has a mind of a thirteen year old girl."
"Why are you such an ass?"
Rumlow sighed and sat up from his seat. "Listen kid, I would love to play twenty questions with you, but you have a birthday party you gotta get ready for."
Alexandra scoffed. "More like an excuse for my father to throw a dinner party for his colleagues."
"Don't you get a cake or something?" He asked with a hint of irritation.
"Don't care," she shrugged nonchalantly.
Rumlow inhaled deeply and closed his eyes for a second. He gave her a long hard look. "How about this," he sighed in defeat. "I will answer one question every half hour if you get your ass upstairs and put on something pretty."
Alexandra took a long gulp of her beverage. She exhaled dramatically and let out a loud belch. "Fine," she replied. "But you have to answer one question first."
Rumlow rolled his eyes and motioned for the girl to proceed.
"What's your first name?"
"Brock." He folded his arms across his chest. "Now go."
Alexandra walked up the stairs and into her bathroom.