For the Love of Super Soldiers

From Two to Five

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Chapter 7: From Two to Five

Aaron's finger squeezed the trigger of the pistol and the shadowed figure deftly dodged the speeding bullet and ran for him. The gun was wrestled from Aaron's hands and I watched as he launched himself at the figure—who I could now see was a man—with no hesitation. His arm flew out to throw a punch, but I had a feeling that this man would be unaffected. The unknown male ducked and went for a punch of his own, and I gave a wince as Aaron's head snapped sideways.

"I'm not here for you," the man said with a swing of his fist. "Only for the Lieutenant."

That, if nothing else, seemed to anger Aaron, and his attacks increased in speed and ferocity.

"Well, that's just too damn bad because she's not going anywhere." His leg suddenly flashed out, sending the man flying across the marble foyer. It was then that I realized that during our sparring match, he had held back. His kicks weren't nearly as fast, his punches not even remotely as accurate. He was fighting to kill this man, or, at the very least, incapacitate him.

In the silence of the rounded room, all you could hear were the grunts of the two men as they grappled with each other. My body was still frozen as I replayed the mystery man's words in my mind. 'Only for the Lieutenant.' His voice sounded...familiar. There wasn't malice beneath his tone, but fondness. It was as if he knew me, and there was no mistaking that English accent in his voice.

I had finally willed my body enough to get it to move as Aaron leaned his body over the man's and his forearm applied pressure to the man's trachea, slowly beginning to crush it. The man's struggling slowed, and I was able to catch a glimpse of his face for the first time.

That night.

"Aaron, let him go," I said quickly. Before I knew, I was speeding up the process, feebly attempting to shove Aaron out of my way. "Victorian?"

A small grin was trying to slip onto his face as he gasped for air. "Hey, how's it going?" he asked-or tried to. Aaron had returned to hovering above Victorian's body, and he pressed down harder on the man's throat, forcing out what little breath the Englishman had haphazardly drawn in.

"You know him?" Aaron was speaking through gritted teeth. "There had better be an explanation for this, or King Elizabeth here is gonna have a crushed windpipe." I smiled inwardly at the sound of Victorian's nickname.

"Let him go," I repeated. "And try not to lunge at him again. Please."

Aaron backed his body up a few feet and stood straight up but his muscles remained tensed, and his eyes were locked on Victorian. I turned my cautious eyes on Aaron for any sudden movements as Victorian slowly made his way to his feet and glanced at the object of his irritation. He rolled his shoulders and neck, seemingly checking for major damage. Finding nothing but a couple of bumps and bruises, he turned his gaze to me and smiled.

"Lieutenant! How's it going?!"

I cocked an eyebrow at his tone and continued staring at him. Aaron didn't seem too convinced that he wasn't threat, and I saw his hands balling into fists again, ready to pulverize anything they made contact with. Namely, Victorian.

"Who is he, Scarlett?"

My eyes narrowed on Victorian as I turned slightly in Aaron's direction. "This is Alexander Victorian."