Thread: I Spy - (Raivh & Loveme)

Cold, snowy powder crunched beneath his boots as he turned after giving his men the orders to capture the woman and take her to an isolated room. He barely felt the chill seeping into his boots as he walked aback to camp, his breath an icy fog in front of him. There was a shit-eating grin spread from ear-to-ear on his face, like a boy that had just won first place in a race after tripping his competition when no one was watching. Alex had never been good at playing nice or fair. He preferred it this way. Dirty play made things more entertaining. Behind him, he could hear his second in command shouting orders at the other men. It was going to be an interesting day. Back at camp, Alex made his way back to his room and removed his boots by the door. He left them there to thaw out, leaving a small puddle of water to collect on the floor beneath them. It didn't take him long to get out of his uniform. He left it lying over the back of the desk chair and then moseyed into his private bathroom. After a rather unexpected run through the cold, he needed a nice warm shower. Moreover, he wanted to look his best for her later. After all, she'd come all this way to see them, might as well make a good second impression. He wasn't so sure she'd so enjoyed their first encounter. He stepped into the shower, the tiles cool at his feet, and turned on the water. It sputtered out in a broken spray before the stream steadied and warmed. Both hands pressed firmly against the wall in front of him, he stared down at the ground. The smirk had faded, but it returned when he thought of how shocked she'd looked after he'd shot her. Apparently, her research on him and this place hadn't been quite up to snuff, or she'd been misinformed. That was good. It meant this was all going to be a nice little surprise for her. Dropping one of his hands from the wall, he closed his eyes, trying to take himself back to the dream he'd been having before he'd been awoken this morning. It had been a good dream, and he'd been stopped just before one of his favorite parts. A few hours later, Alex was seated at his desk, sifting through paperwork that had been brought to him earlier. He had reports to write, plenty of them since her arrival. When he heard the knock at his door, however, he grinned and got to his feet. Ordinarily, he hated it when the men came knocking at his door. This time, however, he opened it and embraced the soldier informing him that his captive had woken up. It was a quick hug with a pat on the back, but nonetheless, an embrace. He could tell when he stepped back that the soldier didn't know quite how to react. Ah, Sir, thank you, sir? Alex laughed and stepped around the man, taking the key from him and ordering him to shut the door to his bunk and then go get some food. Making his way down the hall, Alex exited the building and crossed through what was now about three feet of snow into another building, one where they performed a variety of interrogation and held prisoners temporarily for pickup. When he walked through the doors, the guards saluted him and he stopped in front of her door. He looked between the two posted outside. You can go, Alex stated plainly, watching them from the corner of his eye. Once they were gone, he slipped the key into the lock and gave it a harsh turn to the left. The click of the latch was one of the best sounds he'd heard all day. He stepped inside and left the door open behind him, unconcerned that she would attempt any escape in her current state. If she did, he'd shoot her other leg. Hello, my dear, he greeted, walking inside, both hands in his pocket. He ignored the pool of blood on the floor, unperturbed by it, and circled her slowly. How are you feeling? I hope they let you rest well.