Simulacrum (Simon "Ghost" Riley)

12 ~ Lament

|LAMENT: express regret or disappointment about something|

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When Ghost left my hotel room, I dressed myself properly for the meeting I had planned with Laswell in the hotel lobby. It's kind of a reunion, but that's definitely what I need, especially after everything that happened so far.

She managed to get a safe flight from the United States to here, already interrogated the AQ-guard Price and Gaz caught at the cafe they were meeting at, meaning we could be send towards a new location as soon as possible, but aren't informed yet.

Laswell does have a lot of people working under her command, still working for Shepherd also and the lady exactly knows what she's doing.

As I noticed Kate waiting in the lobby, seated on one of the furnitures I thought the other ones were going to be in their private rooms, but somehow Ghost and Soap decided to have some bro-time too, if I can call it like this..?

As a matter of fact, they're seated at the bar, drinking some whiskey as the lobby seats are directly behind them, meaning if I talk too loud now, they can probably hear me.

I don't mind really, unless Kate and I are going to talk about something so private I rather not talk about with the others.

There's no doubt I couldn't get my eyes off Simon when I both noticed them from a distance. He has his balaclava half-way up to be able to drink his whiskey, while the bartender is probably thinking why the hell he just wouldn't take it off.

Well, bartender, it's probably going to take a while, but I will make him eventually. Because I'm very much desperate to know what's hiding underneath that piece of fabric.

"Hi Kate," I greeted her warmly, as she gave me a warm hug immediately to welcome me; Kate almost feels like a mother to me I lost during my early years, even if it has been a while.

"Hi love, how are you doing? You didn't change a bit last time I saw you," She responded while letting each other go.

"I'm well, thank you for asking. It's still me, and how are you?"

"I'm fine, but to be honest a little fed up with the mission, because it isn't really going into the fucking direction I want it to be," Kate suddenly poured her heart out at me. You ask me, because I exactly feel the same thing too.

"They're a step ahead of us everytime, is that it?" I asked her interestedly, as she stared towards me while nodding her head.

"You can definitely say that, yes," She sighed, as I somehow want to calm her down right now by saying it's all going to be allright, but I'm not a fortune teller.

Sometimes things just doesn't go the way you want them to go, and an allright isn't definitely what you'd need at that point. You're just fucked, even if you don't want to hear it.

"Now, you and I need to talk, so would you like a to do the favors of ordering something for us, Louisa?" She asked me right away, avoiding her own frustration while trying to focus on me.

But to be honest, the pressure of her wanting to talk with me already sounds very serious, knowing we're going to talk about something I am might not going to like.

"Depends on what you like?"

"Two beers?"

"Heineken or Radler?" I asked her interestedly, as she definitely had to think about that for a moment, because she doesn't probably know what the difference between those two are.

Anyhow, aren't there also different beer companies in America?

"Does it matter?"

"Radler it is," I answered her simply, and with a smile on her face I walked towards the bar to get both of our drinks, because let's be honest dutchies, Heineken beer is fucking gross.