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❝i do stupid things a lot❞
"Today's the day," Brad hears Connor say as he walks down into the kitchen. Brad hadn't slept last night because he was so anxious about the day ahead.
"I still have a bad feeling," Tristan says as Brad sits next to the blonde. "But we'll all pretend that it's nothing and go anyway!"
"I'm not missing one of our only chances to get inside of that base and get Cassie back," Brad says quickly and Tristan puts his hands up in surrender. "What time is our lift meant to arrive?"
"Five," Connor glances up to the clock. "We have four hours before we need to start getting ready."
Brad glances over to James who was staring down at his cup of coffee, "You good?"
"Nervous," James admits. "I didn't think I'd go back to that place ever again. But I'm gonna help get your girl back, since she saved my life."
"You'll be fine," Brad smiles, resting his hand atop of the dirty blonde's. "We'll have your back, and we'll all get out of there alive."
"Including Cassandra," James affirms. "We're all gonna get out of there."
"Exactly, no need to be nervous," Connor says to both blondes who were nervous about tonight. "Plus, there's free food. It's a win-win."
"He might've poisoned the food," Tristan comments and Connor rolls his eyes. "Or maybe there isn't food. What if it's all plastic food—?"
"You're just being a pessimist for the sake of it now," Connor scowls, glancing at Brad but he was zoned out, too concerned about how Cassandra is. Would she look okay? Did she feel okay?
Brad disappears an hour later to do some training before he got changed. He had to blow off some steam because nerves were starting to build up as he realised he's seeing Cassandra. It had been a month since he'd seen her and he just had to get her out of there.
He wore a simple black suit and a standard masquerade mask. He wore a black suit, fitting his shoulders perfectly as he tied the black bow at his collar and tucking in the white button up.
"You clean up nicely," Connor compliments as he walks into the door. Brad had finished his hair and let out a nervous breath. "I can hear your heart beating from downstairs. I don't understand why you're so nervous. You're seeing your girl."
"I know but. . ." Brad sighs. "What if they've hurt her so bad? I don't know how I'll be if she's hurt, how I'll react."
"She'll be fine," he replies and rubs Brad's back reassuringly. "You'll see her tonight and you'll both be perfectly fine, yeah? You'll bring her back and you can live your perfectly fine life."
Brad smiles, "I hope so, I really fucking hope there isn't a catch."
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She walked into her room after training with Simon the day after, a tight, black dress folded neatly on her bed as well as a mask with some ribbon around it. A small piece of paper sat on top of it and she reads over the cursive letters.
