Marked for Death - A Ben Solo FanFiction

ONE

The room smelt faintly rotten, with little creaks and electricity flickering from the damaged overhead lamp that illuminated the distasteful room. The harsh white light flashed against the metal walls, which crawled with peeling paint and rusted nails. This is where they had set up base for the time being. The Order needed to stay away from the light of day. The accident had already caused too much attention to their inner workings, and Snoke didn't need any more of that. Hux knew that especially, which was why he nearly snapped his fingers after wringing them together one too many times while waiting for Snoke to arrive at the nondescript meeting he called. If there was a word to describe Hux's boss, it would be... tardiness. He had a habit of being late to important things.

Just as Hux was about to fracture another one of his leather-clad fingers, Snoke stepped inside, closing the metal door behind him. He was an older man in his late fifties who had inherited the clan from his mentor after murdering him in front of his wife and cousin, who were subsequently discarded too. He wore a gold pocket watch that obviously cost a fortune, which hid away in the pocket of his tailored waistcoat that did little to cover his beer belly from years of misuse.

"Sir." Hux said, nodding his head towards the older man, who only acknowledged him with a side glance.

"Anything from our contact in France yet?" Snoke asked, stuffing his hands into his pant pockets and turning towards the ginger man.

"The Jubilee's date has been set, and the Prime Minister will be there. Most likely for networking and alliances. Press exposure as well. He's been suspecting another war in Georgia for years now." Hux recited, recounting the details from the call he received yesterday from Cardo.

"And he'll be out in the open?"

"It would be hard to hide him in such a public event, although it will be a large crowd. A centralized, discreet attack would be most effective. I could send one of my men to scout it out." Hux replied.

"Tell Cardo I need the exact date, the venue, and how he'll be getting there. This is our last chance." Snoke demanded before exiting the room promptly, leaving Hux alone in the dimming glow.

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"Is there anyone else?!" Ben shouted, standing victorious over Walsh, who was lying defeated on the wrestling mats, sweaty and exhausted. He trudged over to me, slumping down on the metal benches, and tossed his sports gloves to the side, which were also drenched in sweat.

"Have fun?" I laughed. I watched the entire set between Walsh and Ben, which I admit was pitiful on my friend's part. Ben nearly stripped the thinner man of his pride, sending him off with his tail between his legs.

"What do you think?" He said snidely before letting out a humorous chuckle. "You try having your shit rocked by a man twice your size."

I laughed at his remark before getting up from my seat and cracking my knuckles, a rush of adrenaline sending my brain spinning.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Getting my shit rocked by a man three times my size," I smirked, then headed towards the mats, where Ben was still celebrating his easily acquired win.

Stepping onto the mats, my calloused feet left gentle imprints as I walked, before standing my ground in front of the tall man. Then, puckering my lips, I let out a pitched whistle, catching my opponent's attention.

"Well, if it isn't our resident battleaxe." He chuckled, watching the flame burning in my eyes glow brighter.

"Shut it, nepo." A few fellow agents whistled at my comeback, turning towards the incoming match. It was common for these fights to happen in the training room, although they were more like scraps for fleeting pieces of dignity in this giant organization.