Jax shrugged the story off, taking a deep breath as he relayed how Jules’ life was almost taken by his hand. It wasn’t pretty and cast Jax in a malicious light. He wasn’t malicious, only struggled to handle his emotional grief. By now, Jax put it all behind him. He didn’t dwell on his brother’s death, trying to kill Jules, or the horrid emotions of the time. He drew his knees to his chest, taking a shaky breath. Jax needed a moment before letting go. He appreciated how Jake leaned in to comfort him. Maybe the guy wasn’t too bad, but needed a lot of work. Jax placed his hand on Jake’s shoulder, letting the other know how much he appreciated his company. However, Jaxon was not up for a hug. He didn’t want to be touched in any shape or form. He patted Jake’s shoulder, giving him a convoluted smile. Withdrawing his hand, Jax got up from his spot, moving to pace around on the concrete. But once Jake started mentioning Alaska, he jumps up onto the iron railing into Jake’s eyes and gave him a smirk.
A snicker came from Jaxon’s throat. This amused him. So much so, this was his first time poking fun at someone — someone other than his best friend. “Oh, give it up. You’re clearly enamored.” He chuckled. A glimmer appeared in Jaxon’s eyes. He was not letting up. In fact, he noticed the deep shade of red growing on Jake’s face, knowing he hit a nerve. Oh, Jake was probably going to kill him. “You have fun trying to find him. I’m going to go to bed. Who knows, maybe the penitentiary will let you in knowing you have a little crush on their head guard.” Another Snicker came from his throat, and Jax hopped off the iron railing. Walking up the stairs to the porch, he opened the first thick glass doors, side-eyeing Jake. “Do nothing stupid.” Jax muttered sternly before walking inside.
Once Jax walked inside, the night grew still. Little chirps of crickets flooded the abyss. The building’s light illuminated the nearby fields and forest, yet it seemed to operate on axillary power at night and on primary power during the day. Owls hooted from the forest, warning prey creatures of the lurking werewolves. A light snarl came from deep in the forest, telling anybody who worked outside should head in. A hellhound could strike at any moment, killing an agent even if trained. When hellhounds locked eyes on targets, they were dead. If one peered toward the city, destruction rang out. Bane had had a terse conversation with Jules, mentioning a genocidal maniac. There were teams of agents on missions to stop this person who terrorized the city. Jake would soon come to know who this man was, but for now, he was a mystery. An Enigma that only the agents knew. But his attack would come forthright, and they could become engaged in another war depending on how his goals and destruction of the city panned out. This man didn’t want to kill the humans of the city. He wanted to rid of the agents, leaving vulnerable people to serve under his ruling. He wanted to make Earth his domain.
Jax was nowhere to be seen, meaning he’d actually got the bed and wasn’t watching Jake from afar. Exhausted rounded Jax’s eyes. His day was filled with fighting ghosts, getting injured, fighting Bane, and getting injured. His body needed to rest, recovering from the minor injuries bestowed upon him by Jake and Bane. It’s unknown how he handled two idiots, even if he couldn’t handle himself. His best friend was an idiot, and he handled him just fine. Jax was a mystery, but he showed the vulnerable side of himself. It was rare, since he bottled everything inside, not to show weakness to those who wanted him dead.
If Jake looked everywhere, he might get himself caught. But apparently, the man did anyway. He went through the same doors as Jax, finding himself in the sunroom. The sunroom was a medium-sized room, almost like a reception area. It mainly served as a lounge. Agents relaxed, and those who wanted the agent’s help waited for someone to grant them permission to come inside. It had lounge chairs, couches, and a coffee table. All the typical things you’d find in a waiting room. Then, Jake had strutted through the medical wing, which was a smaller version of the main floor. It was filled with many rooms, something seeming to go nowhere. Instead, it contained offices like Holly’s and supply closets, but the infirmary was in the main compartment, taking up space. The hallway to get there was pretty short, lined with small pictures and fluorescent lights overhead. It was like a typical school hallway, only shorter. Except this wasn’t the security wing, so the man had to back himself, going out back into the main room. The first floor, with the stairs going upwards, and the walls lined with training rooms and places for agents to access. Jake might find out what was on the second floor, but for now, he was contained on the first floor.
Jake went left, going down the right hall to find the security wing. The hall was quite like the magical wing’s hall. It was short; the walls lined with weapons. It was a display of their strength and unity. The hallway spat him into a smaller room, quite like the medical wing’s hallway. The room had several doors leading to offices and classified rooms. However, the one at the end of the left wall had guards posted to it. This was the door to the penitentiary. The guards glared at Jake. He seemed too suspicious. And their suspicions were correct when he knees the guard on the right in the groin. The guard gritted his teeth, screaming at Jake as the other rushed to apprehend the man. However, she was caught in a headlock, writhing, trying to get out of Jake’s hold. Short snarls came from her, her nails digging into Jake’s arm. The man had recovered, hitting a small red button on the wall, causing an alarm to sound out. The panel froze up, only letting security personnel access it. The male guard rushed Jake, trying to get a good hit in. But none of the guards seem to get a hit in. Jake incapacitated them on the ground within a few minutes, the alarm still blaring.
Now, Jake might have been able to open the door and slip in, not before running into a tall man about an inch or two taller than him. He grabbed Jake by the nape of his neck, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He caught the heavy door, poking his head outside and disarming the alarm. If Jake could show enough justification for why he would do such a thing to a site he was sent to “shape up,” as his organization called it, the man might label it a freak accident in his report. The Tall Man had black hair falling down to his neck. He had large brown eyes, eyeliner surrounding them. The clothes he dressed in were black. He had on the black baggy jacket with a black undershirt and black cargo pants. His shoes were boots, like many other people here. Pulling the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it in between his fingers, he spoke. “What are you doing?” His voice had an accent to it, almost gruff but flirtatious. “I guess the recruit wants to be interrogated after all. You know, taking down those guards is against our laws, but that’s all right. The cute ones always get apprehended.” He giggled.
The penitentiary spanned up several floors. The first floor was like a check-in and interrogation. Several smaller rooms were at a table with two chairs at each end. A small lamp hung overhead, kind of like a classic interrogation room. The middle was hollow, allowing one to peer up and see the cells lining the walls. This was definitely a prison. One that held many dangerous criminals before giving them up to other facilities. The man, also known as Auden, dragged Jake to one of the interrogation rooms. He threw him in a chair, took reinforced cuffs off his belt, and chained Jake to the chair by his wrist. Auden simply laughed. He would have to get another interrogator, for he was busy investigating a classified case. He left the room, his cigarette smoke displacing the air. Jake was in it now. This would not look good.
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