become even more dedicate to saving lives. In that time, missions piled up, and less experienced teams could be sent out or agents took unnecessary risks. It wasn’t ideal, but we couldn’t sit around and ignore cries for help when it was our job. We took what seemed to be the most prevalent job and worked around the best we could. Nothing was easy, that’s just how it had to be.
But it should be easy to find Maverick; he should be here waiting since he had to transport agents later. Raider saw me on my way down and said if I wanted to catch Maverick, now was the time to do it. Maverick was going to Germany with him, Seeker, Fire Fox, and a few other agents, and for once Raider seemed to be eager to go. Usually, he hated going overseas because he thought our resources were better used here, but his short-sightedness failed to see that some problems could leak over to us if we didn’t take care of them overseas. He thought it through today, or at least it seemed that way when he told me about Maverick. Now if only I could find him. Where was he?
“Maverick!” My voice echoed off the metal doors to the hanger and bounced around the building for a moment. Once again I heard nothing, so I called a little louder. “Maverick, seriously where are you?”
Seconds later a moan came from behind me. “What do you want?”
When I turned I noticed Maverick on the floor with a coat under his head and his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be resting, though I didn’t know why he’d choose the floor. “You don’t have to be so rude,” I said as I walked over to where he was lying. I looked down at him and noted that he seemed comfortable despite his position. “What are you doing on the floor anyway?”
His eyes remained closed and his face stoic for a few moments before he finally opened them to meet my gaze. He stared blankly at me, though his voice carried an annoyed undertone to it. “I was sleeping until you woke me up. So excuse me if I’m not a ray of sunshine after you woke me up before I’m supposed to do a twelve-hour flight.”
I ignored his harsh tone, knowing it was better to carry on than get insulted. No one is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed the second they wake up, and it’s even worse when someone else wakes you up. “How do you sleep like that?"
Maverick shrugged in response to my question. “I went to a military school before the Air Force,” he explained as he slowly pushed himself off the ground. “You learn to sleep anywhere and everywhere you can, when you can.” Once he was to his feet, he took a moment to stretch. I heard his back crack and he quickly cracked his neck before turning his attention back to me. “So what do you want, Spit Fire? It’s not every day you show up here.”
“I need a ride.” I jumped right to the point. If he could give me a ride we were good to go, if someone else had to, I’d rather not waste time talking to Maverick.
His features changed from exhaustion to intrigue. His eyebrows lifted and a spark of excitement twinkled in his eyes. Suddenly, it didn’t seem to affect him that I’d woken him up. He seemed to forget all about it when a flight came up. “Where to?”
I smiled at his childlike excitement, letting myself soften slightly. I rarely let someone break through the hard exterior I had built up, but at times it was a nice change of pace. I wanted to keep people out so I wouldn’t get hurt as much when they didn’t come back, and they wouldn’t be in pain in case I didn’t, but I really cared for the people here. I hoped they knew that despite my attitude. I smiled at him before quickly reminded myself I had to focus so I could save the agents, including him. “I would prefer to tell you once we were on the plane.”
His eyebrows scrunched together as he looked me over. His eyes lingered at the bag I had behind me on the floor. He knew this wasn’t a normal mission, normally he would have been
But it should be easy to find Maverick; he should be here waiting since he had to transport agents later. Raider saw me on my way down and said if I wanted to catch Maverick, now was the time to do it. Maverick was going to Germany with him, Seeker, Fire Fox, and a few other agents, and for once Raider seemed to be eager to go. Usually, he hated going overseas because he thought our resources were better used here, but his short-sightedness failed to see that some problems could leak over to us if we didn’t take care of them overseas. He thought it through today, or at least it seemed that way when he told me about Maverick. Now if only I could find him. Where was he?
“Maverick!” My voice echoed off the metal doors to the hanger and bounced around the building for a moment. Once again I heard nothing, so I called a little louder. “Maverick, seriously where are you?”
Seconds later a moan came from behind me. “What do you want?”
When I turned I noticed Maverick on the floor with a coat under his head and his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be resting, though I didn’t know why he’d choose the floor. “You don’t have to be so rude,” I said as I walked over to where he was lying. I looked down at him and noted that he seemed comfortable despite his position. “What are you doing on the floor anyway?”
His eyes remained closed and his face stoic for a few moments before he finally opened them to meet my gaze. He stared blankly at me, though his voice carried an annoyed undertone to it. “I was sleeping until you woke me up. So excuse me if I’m not a ray of sunshine after you woke me up before I’m supposed to do a twelve-hour flight.”
I ignored his harsh tone, knowing it was better to carry on than get insulted. No one is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed the second they wake up, and it’s even worse when someone else wakes you up. “How do you sleep like that?"
Maverick shrugged in response to my question. “I went to a military school before the Air Force,” he explained as he slowly pushed himself off the ground. “You learn to sleep anywhere and everywhere you can, when you can.” Once he was to his feet, he took a moment to stretch. I heard his back crack and he quickly cracked his neck before turning his attention back to me. “So what do you want, Spit Fire? It’s not every day you show up here.”
“I need a ride.” I jumped right to the point. If he could give me a ride we were good to go, if someone else had to, I’d rather not waste time talking to Maverick.
His features changed from exhaustion to intrigue. His eyebrows lifted and a spark of excitement twinkled in his eyes. Suddenly, it didn’t seem to affect him that I’d woken him up. He seemed to forget all about it when a flight came up. “Where to?”
I smiled at his childlike excitement, letting myself soften slightly. I rarely let someone break through the hard exterior I had built up, but at times it was a nice change of pace. I wanted to keep people out so I wouldn’t get hurt as much when they didn’t come back, and they wouldn’t be in pain in case I didn’t, but I really cared for the people here. I hoped they knew that despite my attitude. I smiled at him before quickly reminded myself I had to focus so I could save the agents, including him. “I would prefer to tell you once we were on the plane.”
His eyebrows scrunched together as he looked me over. His eyes lingered at the bag I had behind me on the floor. He knew this wasn’t a normal mission, normally he would have been
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