It was easy to find his room. I followed the sound of his breathing. Not that it was very loud, but the house was so quiet that it was easy to hear. I danced my way back through the messes, picking the bare spots quickly as I made my way to the closed door on the other side of the apartment. I didn't bother with politeness, barging into the room.

The light dimmed slowly on, revealing Ren who was laying on the bed. I had to bite back a sharp breath. I wasn't expecting to see an exposed muscled back. His face was turned towards the door, his features looking peaceful as his breath left his slightly parted mouth. His arm was draped over the edge of the twin sized bed, showing off his biceps and a single tattoo resting on the skin. I shook my head, clearing those thoughts away as I grinned deviously.

"Wake up!" I hollered at him, smirking as I expected him to fly out of bed or react in some way.

But he didn't.

A frown instantly marred my face as I watched him sleep soundly. I grumbled lowly, approaching the bed as I kicked the end of the mattress. "Wake up!"

"Naohgfg, Mom, no," he mumbled, grabbing his pillow and pulling it over his head. I sat back, my eyes narrowing into a glare.

"I can't believe you just called me your mother," I muttered under my breath, kicking his mattress again. Still no response. I rolled my eyes, quickly his mattress in rapid succession with no luck. "For fuck sakes, Lorenzo."

I stomped my way to the side he wasn't facing, before heaving my foot up and putting forth enough effort to shove his entire body off the bed.  There was a sharp yelp before a bed head shot up over the edge, glaring instantly in my direction.

"What the hell!?" he hissed angrily, picking himself up from the ground. I sighed in relief when I saw he sported sweatpants.

"Well, if you had properly woken up the first time I kicked you, I wouldn't have had to do it four more times." I raised my eyebrow in a challenging way, my arms coming up to cross over my chest. He fell quiet afterwards, slipping back onto his bed where he sat cross legged.

"How did you even get here?" he asked, peering out his bedroom door before looking at me. I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Agency. We have a mission that we need to get going on. Also... Your house is a wreck... you couldn't at least cleaned the bathroom," I broke to him, glancing around his room and nodding my head in the direction of the bathroom.

"Had I known I was going to have guests at," he paused to look at the clock next to his bed. "3 o'clock in the god damn morning, I'm sure I would've," he grumbled back grouchily, picking himself up from his bed to search in a nearby dresser.

"Don't lie to me you wouldn't have," I spat back, resting my hands on my hips. He turned back towards me, a sheepish grin on his face; he scratched the back of his head, his pecs flexing with the movement.

"Yeah, probably not." He grabbed out a shirt and a pair of pants, closing the drawer and setting the clothes on top. He instantly pulled down his sweats, and I breathed in sharply, quickly turning the other way.

"What the hell, Castellano?" I screeched, closing my eyes, but it only managed to burn into my mind the shape of his great butt.

"What? I'm wearing underwear!" he complained, followed by the sound of a zipper being zipped. Yeah, skin tight, very flattering underwear. "I'm wearing pants, you can turn your virgin eyes around. Debrief me, would ya?"

"My eyes are the very opposite of virgin," I grumbled under my breath, turning back to him and readjusting my glasses. "What they told me was at five there's going to be a waypoint at the shipyard where they are exchanging military proto things that they're going to be testing. They think Rizal will be there."  Ren turned towards me, yanking on a thin, long sleeved black shirt.

"Well? Are we going to go or not?"

"Yeah, yeah," I responded, stepping from behind his bed. He grabbed some things off his bedside table.

"Hey," he started, taking the lead out of the room. He stepped over some dirty clothes, and I quickly tip toed my way after him. "Did you wonder how they got your number?" I paused, dread settling in my upper chest as the realization set in.

"How did they get it?" I blurted out in a horrified tone. Ren shrugged.

"I dunno," he responded back, heading to the front door. He didn't turn back to me to see my reaction, which was one of confusion.

"Then why did you bring it up?" I asked, my voice leaking into a whining one.

"I wanted to see the look of terror on your face. I'm sadistic like that," he answered in a teasing tone, opening the door and swinging his arm to indicate I was to go first.

"I'm just sadistic like that," I grumbled mockingly as I passed by, earning a laugh from Lorenzo as he shut the door behind him.

~

"Look, I got you one of the easiest gun to handle. Smith and Wesson. It's got a manual safety. You just flip this, and it's off. Flip it back, and it's on. It's small, and that's good for your baby sized hands. Like honestly, how can an adult have such small hands?"

"If you keep talking like that I'm going to take this gun and shoot you," I threatened him as I palmed the gun. He wasn't lying though; the gun fit comfortably in my hands and felt light enough for me to get the hang of. "What do you expect me to do with this?"

Ren peaked out over the crates we hid behind just on the inside of the shipyard. We didn't want anyone known we were here to hopefully keep Rizal out of the loop.

"If someone gets nosy... just... you know... shoot 'em, or something," Ren responded distractedly as he watched the people down towards the docks start unloading things from the ship.

"Shoot them?" I questioned back incredulously, peeking over the top of the wooden crate. A few lights lit up the port. It was still dark out, the sunrise not coming for another hour or so.

"...Politely?" he answered in his own question, his voice trying to portray that maybe the politely made it better that would be committing murder. "What do you expect to do with a gun? Dress it up in a wig and have tea parties with it? There's a reason you put bullets inside it."

I glared over at him, not saying anything. I was learning quickly that he was the worst kind of person to try to argue with.

"Can we just move up closer?" I grumbled, looking away and scanning for a place to hide. "Like That shack over there?" He surveyed the area before shrugging.

"You take the reins, Queen B." He smirked, gesturing forward for me to take the lead. I narrowed my eyes, watching him for a moment to make sure he was being serious. He didn't bat an eyelash otherwise. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face as I glanced around the area. I took off towards the shack, my legs burning as I tried to stay low and move forward. I slid up to the side of the shack, resting my hand against it for support as I peeked around the corner.

I gestured for Ren to halt as he peeked out next to me. I looked both ways before pointing forward to cover ahead of us. It was a stack of crates, bringing us closer to the people we were surveying. He sent me a confused look, causing me to roll my eyes and sign it to him again. He shook his head as he looked at me with more confusion. I signed more forcefully, glaring at him.

"Don't you sign to me in that tone," he hissed at me quietly, causing me to send him a look. I threw my hands up in exasperation, rubbing my face quickly.

"You're the trained government agent here, and you don't know the silent cues?"

"Why don't you explain them to me," he bit back, his eyes narrowing in irritation. Behind us, someone started screaming causing me to jump and instinctively shrink against the wall.

"I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain this to you." That earned me an eye roll. He grabbed for his gun instantly, holding it between both his hands. Lorenzo burst from our cover, causing a strangled noise to leave my throat as I followed after him and jumped from the hiding spot.

Only to find five guys unconscious on the ground and no assailant to be found.

Lorenzo looked over at me, tapping his head. I got the hint, prodding into his mind.

'You take the left side. I'll check the right side and then we'll meet back up in the middle.' I nodded silently, grabbing my pistol with both my hands. 'Also, turn the safety off.' A blush heated my face as I flicked the trigger Ren showed me.

We both did a quick sweep, staying on the outskirts of Ren's mind to keep tabs on him. Things checked out as clean, the person that caused this no where in sight. I looped back around, coming to stand next to Ren as we stood over the unconscious people.

"Oh my god," I murmured out, feeling like my eyes were going pop out of my head.

"It's blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out," Ren said, stooping down to rest his fingers against the juncture where the neck met the jaw. "There's still a pulse; I think they're fine. They're all in the same shape as him." I sighed out a breath of relief. Then I heard a quiet beep.

I paused, freezing as I looked up in the direction of the noise, noticing the nearly flat metallic devices sticking to the containment crates; a red light slowly blinking.

"Lorenzo," I started, my voice rasping out barely above a whisper. He looked up at me. I slowly raised my arm to point at the device. His gaze followed my finger. "Are those what I think they are?"

"Those are bombs."

"Shit."