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“Right, totally makes sense,” I tease, and he sticks his tongue out at me since he’s so mature.
“Yes, we are leaving straight after. We need to stop off somewhere on the way home for work,” Trick answers him, sensing that our conversation could devolve quite quickly.
Shawn nods, “Okay, I’ll get planning for your engagement party, Pete and Elijah, and if you could let me know the dates that you can get off, then I can make sure that I plan everything for then.”
“Sounds good,” Pete replies, “thank you.”
Breakfast conversation then turns to everything wedding, and Pete is in his element as Elijah watches him happily and picks at his food. Zeke has a similar look on his face while watching Shawn speak excitedly. What’s really interesting for me is the things that the guys are chiming in with their suggestions show that they’ve clearly thought about it, and to a certain amount of depth too. I know I’m not the only one who notices when Atlas makes a suggestion about sticking to a relatively simple colour scheme and then having pops of the colour throughout; Pete’s eyebrows raise slightly as he looks over at me and winks, Elijah, nudging me subtly from beside me and making me smile.
It’s nice to know that they’ve thought about it.
We talk for a while longer, trying to drag out the amount of time that we have here before it really starts to get too late, and we need to go if we’ve got any hope of getting to the second location before it gets dark and then get home before it's ridiculously late too.
“What are they going to do with Shadow while we check out the building?” I ask, unable to stop the concern from entering my tone.
“She’s going to come and sit with Jensen, Cash, and me until you’ve cleared the building, and then she can come in with us,” Trick explains from the passenger seat.
“You never know; she might be able to pick up on something that we wouldn’t normally notice,” Atty adds from the driving seat.
“Yeah, that’s true. It’s almost a shame that we haven’t got anything of Rylie’s for her to smell and get the scent,” Jensen adds thoughtfully.
“True, but she should still be able to smell some stuff, so it will be interesting to see what she’s like,” Cash adds, sounding intrigued.
"Before I forget, Ace messaged, and there's no results on the facial recognition," Trick tells us.
"I don't think any of us are surprised at that, although I am disappointed," Rage replies, and we all agree with his sentiments.
“Not to sound like that person, but how long left?” I ask, making them chuckle.
“About ten minutes until we’re at the rough area that Ace pointed out.” Rage chuckles, looking down at his phone.
“Really?” I ask as I look out of the window at the heavily built-up area.
We’re surrounded by houses, deep in the suburbs, and it's not somewhere that I expected us to be or to find the second location, so unless we suddenly come out the other side of the estate and end up in the woods or a warehouse district I’m already completely thrown.
“Yeah, it’s not what I was expecting,” Luc agrees.
“Me neither. I kind of thought it would be another warehouse or something,” Riot replies.
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“Or like an abandoned insane asylum,” Jensen offers, “with all the equipment still in place and ghosts.”
“Ghosts?” Rafe asks, with his eyebrow raised, “You were expecting ghosts?”
Jensen shrugs, “Well, I wasn’t expecting them, but it would’ve been super cool if we could’ve found them.”
“As if we need anything else to deal with at the moment, the revelation that ghosts are real would just tip me over the edge,” Luc admits with a chuckle.
“Yeah, I think I’d just nope out at that point and hope there was another secret part of the government that could deal with it and not us,” I reply.
“Oh, do you think they have that?” Jensen asks, his eyes wide with intrigue.
I shrug as the others groan, “You know, it really wouldn’t surprise me. All the stories had to have come from somewhere, right?”
“That’s an interesting theory,” Rafe adds, clearly thinking about it.
“We’re here,” Atlas says, and the confusion in his tone has the conversation coming to an abrupt halt.