[Story] Delta – S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

♥ Astrid ♥

I slung the duffel bag over my back carefully, touching it to make sure that the rifle would be all right. Pierre was talking to Josh, probably about what weapon he wanted to use. Josh would probably choose something extremely violent, but I didn’t care. I had my sniper’s rifle; I was content with that. Pierre had dragged some duffel bags out of the car to carry the weapons in, since we could hardly just saunter down the street carrying a rifle.

Josh laughed from the storage room and Pierre slapped him amiably on the back, shutting the secret door behind him as they walked out. Josh was happy; he had the weapon he wanted, and Pierre had been able to supply it. I was still wondering how Pierre had gotten his hands on all the weapons, but if he said he got them from Delta, I wasn’t going to start another argument over it. It was easier just to accept it.

I looked at Pierre as Josh walked past me, and he paused. “Ready to go?” he asked me, and I nodded wordlessly, unsure of what to say. His anger towards Charlie had startled me, but not nearly as much as Charlie’s anger towards him.

Josh was already outside, throwing his duffel bag into the back seat of the car, turning to look at me with a strange look on his face. I couldn’t quite read his expression, but a small feeling of guilt trickled through me, as if I had done something. I felt as though I had, but I couldn’t quite figure out what. I was feeling incredibly stupid, having watched Charlie and Pierre’s argument quite helplessly. I hadn’t been sure of what to say to either side.

Charlie stood by the opposite door, leaning against the car with his back to us as he apparently surveyed the landscape. His back was tense as he ignored us, clearly with deliberation. I bit my lip, looking at the ground. What had happened between Pierre and him inside the secret room…I didn’t know what to make of it.

I had never seen Charlie that angry, like he wanted to kill someone. And I didn’t understand it, either. What had happened between them to make them hate each other like that? Because it was obvious that they did indeed hate each other; and Charlie perhaps more than Pierre.

Puzzling over this, I allowed Pierre to grab my duffel bag and throw it in the back of the car. I watched him as he did so, taking in the way his dark hair fell into his face as he bent over. He appeared casual enough, but his movements were stiff, like he was trying to hold back his anger.

So Charlie’s words had affected him more than he preferred to let on. Why was that?

I offered him a tiny smile as he turned back to me, dusting his hands on his jeans. A flicker of a return smile appeared on his face, and he touched my cheek gently before he opened the driver’s side. “Come on, Josh, get in the car already,” he said over his shoulder, and Josh, grumbling, got into the back seat.