Bitter Feelings

Clint gritted his teeth against the pain as Angel cleaned his wound. His only complaint though, was a grunt once or twice, but he didn't try to pull away. "Something sharp in the engine," he managed to explain. "I've about had it."

He did his best to sit still as she worked, cringing at the stitches, but he'd done a good job this time, and they were necessary. "Soon as I'm done with this truck, that's it." He was tired. Angry. Worn out. And his eyes proved it. Some of the joy had come back when Ryan was here, but as soon as he'd been on his own again, everything seemed to fall apart. 

His fingers of his other hand dug into the examination table as the nerves in his wrist reacted with pain. "I don't know what I'm gonna do... but it's not this. Not anymore. I'll drive to town every day if I have to. Get a job at the mill. Something breaks around here, they can just ask Sparky to fix it. Or Wes. There's a novel idea." Maybe it was the pain that loosened his tongue. No matter the reason though, it was the first time he'd expressed these bitter feelings out loud. 


"Yeah..." Kirk really didn't like the idea of going around Reese, but he wanted answers. They were in a very vulnerable position right now, and secrets would not help the Elite in the eyes of the FBI. 

He sighed and slid up to the desk again. "I'll wait a bit. See if anything changes. Then if it's still fishy, we'll just go straight to the source." He elbowed Adison before leaning close. "In the meantime... I like this source a lot better..." He gave her neck a teasing kiss before retreating slightly and gaining a silly grin. 


Hunter returned Ryan's kiss, letting her linger as long as she wanted. As she withdrew, he smiled again. "Alright... hop on." 

Getting settled on the bike again, he made sure she was ready before pulling out of the cemetery. He took it slow through a few side streets, then hit the open road. He picked a less-traveled road to avoid traffic, and kicked it into high gear. Even though they had mics, he was silent, just letting the ride strip away the stress. He passed a few cars, and took curves with ease, forever aware of Ryan behind him, but still pushing it just a bit. 

It was a good forty-five minutes before he veered off to find another road that led them to a small gas station out in the middle of nowhere. Parking at the pump, he took off his helmet and dismounted to fuel up. He actually had a destination in mind now, but kept quiet, just giving Ryan a smile. "Can your stomach wait a little longer to eat lunch?"