@tvmmykisses » “Go on.”
Lazily, his eyes skimmed over the black tint as he read through different reports. A trite activity for such a sunny day, really. But there was no way he’d be able to avoid such information and still sleep at night. Caleb leaned back in his chair as he tried to find some kind of pattern form some kind of map in his head between those seemingly random facts. Were they random? Were they not? Was he missing some crucial knowledge here? What wasn’t he seeing? With every question and every possible answer one worse than the other he felt a throbbing sensation live up in his head.
Trickery is a true work of art. One could barely imagine how much work goes into a task as simple as picking a lock. It wasn’t only about choosing the right picklock too easy. A professional would think about the lock, the amount of time he’d have to pick it, how and in what kind of position he’d pick it. Squat down and he’d risk escaping too slow; stand up and he’d risk being seen and caught. It was the same when sorting out information for a lead to their next suspect just a hell-lot more complicated. So much that could go wrong, so many ways this could end in complete disaster. He might lose his arm at some point but in his mind it would still be on the better side, considering the other possible outcomes.
His eyebrows knitted together when he heard a loud knock a literal bang on his door. As if somebody was hammering on it like a wild animal. Caleb’s hand immediately went to his holstered gun on his belt being careful, he only took it off to sleep or shower before he lifted his feet off the table they rested on and onto the ground. For a second he imagined it to be an overly-excited Cairo who wanted to tell him some good news but forgot his key. Sometimes, Caleb sincerely wished for the other to be immortal. Just so he could kill him over and over and over and over again.
Yet, the person he saw through the spy wasn’t his crew member or any dangerous threat. It was Noah, a dear and loyal friend of his. And despite the fact that his eyes were void of any emotion to begin with (at least in Caleb’s opinion) the Hellion could clearly see his fear. Horrified. A good word to describe his expression. Before his mind could even start to form any questions he drew his gun and swiftly opened the door, taking a step to the side to keep them from colliding. His eyes scanned the area for any possible threat. Nothing. Whoever did this obviously wasn’t after Noah. An alarm rang inside his head, as if to tell him that it might’ve been a warning directed at him a self-centered thought to be frank but being Caleb Hwang, he could never be cautious enough.
Dark orbs fixed on the body beside him as he watched his friend twitch in spastic motions. Cal didn’t bother to feign concern it wouldn’t help Noah either and instead walked around him to remove any objects in his way. “Noah. Do you hear me? Did you hear their voices? What exactly did they do to you?” His questions didn’t seem sweet or caring. Just simple, practical questions. There was no point trying to help his friend in a situation like this; he would do more harm than good. And despite him claiming to be heartless, Cal didn’t want his friend to be embarrassed about this kind of condition. With a simple crouch, he’d gotten as close to him as he could without passively hurting him and tried to lay him on the side for him to relax. Damn. He really didn’t want to have to call an ambulance to the shadiest part of the town, to be frank. And he hoped he wouldn’t have to.