The Agent's Priority

C47

"You look like an absolute creep doing that shortcake"

I felt my entire being freeze and tense at the sound of that familiar british raspy voice

My eyes snap to the right as I took a slightly trembling step forward, the wound on my side numbed, and my heart skipped a beat as I finally caught gilmpse of a vague hunched figure on the very dark corner

Please let it be real....

"My hallucinations just kept getting better and better.. I can't even get the real thing anymo—"

"Idiot."

My voice came out like a breathless hiccup with my gun dropped loudly on the dusty floor as I clench my fists on my sides

I could not see what state he might be in and what reaction he's giving me at this rate, even when I stalk towards his huddled form I could barely make out the chains on his wrists when I heard it rattled

"Z-za—"

Unknowingly my hand found what supposed to be the outline of his face, cupping it with shaking hands and I felt something drip to my palm

"So you really came huh?" He asked somewhat cockily that made me scoff quietly

"Atleast show some british gratitude you idiot"

Taking my hands off to get the flashlight inside my jaclet pocket I turn it on and use my mouth to hold it while I fumbled with his bounded wrist with a key in my other palm

I stopped for a moment once I saw the bruises and dry blood decorating his wrist that no doubt came from the chains before continuing to unlock the other one, with my teeth practically gritting the flashlight

Once I was done I looked up with the light following my line of vision and I visibly shook in rage at the sight of him

"Chertovski ad" (fucking hell) I hissed making the flashlight on my mouth drop to my hand with the other coming up to brush the purplish mark on his left cheekbone

He flinched at the sudden contact making me pull away quickly with my eyes closing tightly on their own accord

"Wait did you just curse in russian just now?"

Huffing I dropped my head on his dirty white shirt covered chest with my hands coming up to grip his forearms lightly holding on to him, as I find solace as if he was the only thing keeping my jumbled mind to be at peace

Finally

"Sorry I'm late." I mumbled into his shirt fisting the cloth as drew out a shaky breath unconciously exhaling his sweat mix with cellar smell scent "you stink by the way asthma boy" though my grip tightened on him

"Its okay...." he whispered with his lips skimming my forehead and his hand weakly rested against my hip ignoring my last statement "you're here now, saving my ass and all that."

"Yeah.." standing back up into my two feet as I remember our situation and holding the wince that almost slipped from the movement on my side "we need to take you to somewhere safe... a battlefield just occured outside right now as we speak"

With the flashlight in his hand I walk slowly to pick up my fallen gun by the door releasing a small grunt as I did so

"Are you ok—what the hell happened to you?!"

Shit

"Its nothing." I quickly brushed him off and dusted my gun before cocking it "let's—"

"That definitely is something Zaia. You're bleeding for fuc—"