“Excuse me?” Aaron’s voice snapped like a bear trap, tinged with surprise, shock and anger as she half exploded in his face, face tinged red. Bristling, the young teenager’s hands flew, speaking almost as much with his wild gestures as he did with his voice. “IT’S WINTER! It won’t hit forty degrees! Whatever your fashion statement is, it is a completely normal reaction to enquire about your intentions, especially when YOU’RE WEARING THAT!” His hands swept up and down Kara’s body, pointing out exactly what he meant by ‘that’, and Aaron barely managed to rope his emotions back under control, hands unclenching and clenching into fists, nails biting into the surface of his palms as he tried to calm himself.
Lords he hated girls.
“And you,” He said, pointing his finger at Maria’s chest and narrowing his green-blue eyes in a glare upon hearing Maria’s snicker, “Shut up. Didn’t you hear that we had a job to do? I’m missing out on my valuable time here, and I already told you that I’m not letting you slow me down, Maria.”
Turning on his heel, the short teenager stalked away, the line of his shoulders taut and enraged as he stomped through the snow. Shoving his hands into his pockets, anger fizzling out like a spark, Aaron kicked idly at the snow, a deep chill invading his bones. What did she mean, Thailand? Was it the name of a ship, or an island deep in the Vent seas? Or code from the System, a secret password they were meant to know? Was she a spy, or just some random insane figure that had decided Maria was part of her messed up delusions?
Questions buzzed in his mind like a swarm of bees, and Aaron closed his eyes for a brief second…long enough to get grabbed by the arm and dragged roughly into an alleyway. His eyes started open, and he tried to struggle, only to have a glove shoved over his mouth and a voice whisper, “Stop struggling. I’m your contact, you idiot.”
Forcing himself to relax, Aaron’s assailant released him, and the teenager swiped at the back of his mouth, trying to get rid of the taste of fabric.
“You know, for a so called genius, you’re pretty dumb,” came the voice, and Aaron took in the hooded figure. Their voice was warped slightly; probably a disruptor, he noted, and the outfit didn’t really give many hints to their contact’s gender.
“Well, I think that’s the second time I’ve heard that today. And it’s still pissing me off just as much as the first time.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Aaron gave a brief glance backwards, waiting for Maria to release he’d been shoved into an alley.
Some body guard he turned out to be.