Trouble

Ch 68: Manners and Shit Like That.

Wulf POV:

I yawned loudly, "why are we here again?"

its been like a week since I got mad at Vega for being stupid about my meds and since then the girl has been fussing over me like crazy.

Probably to try and make up for something she shouldn't feel all that bad for. and because she still worried about me doing murderous shit while the hole in my body is still healing.

So...leaving her with nothing but a note in the middle of the night to go and fuck with some asshats over some sort of bullshit I honestly wasn't paying attention to probably wasn't a good idea.

But hey here I am. Yay. 

...I wanna go back to bed and burry my face in her silky hair.

I glared at Jeremy, "you didnt answer me."

He smirked at me, "I was waiting for you to come back from lala land. We are here because an old friend is selling weapons to our enemies and you said when given the chance you wanted to..talk to him."

I ahed. "couldn't it wait till morning?"

"no. We received information saying the cops were hot on their tail remember?  you wanna send a message now is the time to do it."

I groaned staring at the warehouse, "damn it, Vega and I leave for Hawaii soon. I promised I wouldn't get shot again till we got back."

I could now feel scotty starting at me as well, "Are you serious?"

"Yup."

"Why would you promise something like that?"

 I shrugged, "she may have been naked at the time."

the two groaned, "just do your thing Wulf."

I nodded and crept out of my hiding spot and up a conveniently placed piece of construction equipment to climb though a window. My feet landed on one of the many beams in the building, I waisted no time in walking over it to get a better view.

Yup. Those were my guns.

and no. those were not my men. 

I practically growled to myself, "why don't they ever learn how fucking stupid it is to screw me over? I don't like to share. thats not hard to remember."

I pulled my backpack from my shoulder, removing the C-4.

"And now because they are fuckfaces I have to blow them sky high."

Morons could have waited till tomorrow.

Humming lightly to myself I began to unravel the wire and shit I would need, pausing when I heard sirens in the distance, "oh fuck me."

...do I wanna blow up the cops too?

or...do I wanna let them deal with this shit and go the hell home...

I sat on the beam glancing between the explosives in my hand and the window I came from.

Tough fucking choice.

It was made when I heard Alvaro yell some shit at his men in Spanish. 

...well hes here now I have to stay and blow everyone up. 

as I went back to work, the doors to the warehouse slammed open and gunshots sounded. men were yelling and running around below me.

I placed the C-4 down and moved to the next support beam. 

Maybe on the way home I'll make Jeremy and scotty stop by some stupid flower shop. that will make her stop yelling at me, she likes flowers and shit like that.