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THREE. you're a cowboy like me
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McKenna couldn't help but be impressed by him. Five's skills were powerful and a part of her hated it. But she also thought she could use it for her advantage. So she learned everything about him from his family to the mission he'd been on. Five told her of his family in minor detail and it seemed to hurt him to talk about his siblings at all. But the way he spoke of them was heartfelt, and he missed them, which made McKenna feel jealous in a way.
She was an only child for all her life. The only home she ever knew was the Commission. The only parent she'd known was the Handler. Even if the Hargreeves were only somewhat of an experiment, they were still a family and family was something she didn't know of.
Five wiped his sweaty hands on the material of his black suit. His hands were always sweaty but the rest of him was always cold. He felt uncomfortable in the suit like it wasn't meant for him. But he knew the job was meant for him and he'd shown the Handler and everyone else how useful he was to them. He wanted to be the best.
When he walked around the corner, he saw McKenna leaned against the wall of the building with a cigarette between her thin fingers. Smoke escaped from a small gap in between her lips. She'd been away on a mission the last few days. "McKenna." He spoke her name shortly.
She looked his way and nodded. "Five." She took another puff.
He walked up the steps. He pointed to the cigarette. "Got another one of those?" He asked.
McKenna hummed. "You smoke?" She asked and reached into her pocket for her pack.
"Everyone needs a stress reliever of some sort."
She grinned. "I agree." She took out her lighter.
Five leaned forward and she lit the cigarette, her eyes looking into his for half a second. He inhaled the smoke and slowly let it out. "I heard that your mission was successful."
"Always is." McKenna responded with a smirk. She took another inhale of her cigarette. "Poor old guy though, I gotta say."
