Page 18 of The Lost Ones
Well that answers the boss question then I guess.
"We still haven't figured out who's behind it and how to get close enough."
Maverick adds.
"What do you guys do?" I ask quietly.
All heads snap towards me, their eyes widening as they realise, I'm awake. I really look at them. Before, I had been to be blindsided by their handsome looks but now that I'm paying attention, I can see that my earlier thoughts were right, they aren't my age. They are older. Too old for high school.
Kai opens his mouth, but I hold up a hand cutting him off.
"You're not high school students. You definitely aren't eighteen." I state simply, scanning them all quickly, no average eighteen-year-old has a body like any of them. "You are all well trained in first aid, more than a simple course. Kai can fight extremely wellfrom what I saw, he wasn't simply punching and kicking. He was throwing uppercuts with precision, using flying back kicks as if it were normal and he was using his elbows to perform hits that would've knocked an opponent out. Moves that a highly trained mix martial arts fighter would know." I pause thoughtfully staring at the ground trying to piece more together. Not aware of their shocked faces and dropped jaws. "I should know. There are security cameras in the living room. That leads me to believe that there are, more than likely, more in each room. You work together like a military team, but I don't think you arein the military, at least not anymore."
Suddenly realising how long I've been talking and what I could've potentially revealed about myself, I look up.
"How do you know there's a security camera in the living room?" Jax asks a hint of, I think, pride in his bright blue eyes.
I sigh heavily.
"I could see it in the vent." I state before continuing, "I have a feeling it's not the only one in the room. I didn't have long enough to scope out the entire room before I was pulled down here."
"Why did you feel the need to scope out the room? Do you not trust us?" Kai asks, hurt evident in his voice.
"No, that's not it at all. It's a habit. I do it in every room or place I go into. I take note of the exits, security measures and the people. I catalogue everything."
"Very interesting." Levi glances at me his eyes calculating.
"How the fuck did you know the names of the fighting moves Kai was doing and what the fuck did you mean you should know?" Hunter asks impatiently.
I glare at him.
"You know what? I have been nothing but honest with you. How about you start telling me the truth, how old are you Hunter?" I shoot back at him.
It's starting to frustrate me now. They've asked me multiple personal questions and I've answered every single mother fucking one honestly and they've given me nothing.
I refuse to tell him about that part of my life if he's not going to be honest with me.
"She's right," Maverick says calmly, "we've invaded her privacy with our questions, and she's answered every single one. It's only fair that we be honest with her."
I smile at him in appreciation, silently thanking him for understanding.
"Ok I agree," Levi says turning to me, "we can tell you some things. However, we can't tell you everything. It's not because we don't trust you. We aren't permitted to."
I nod my head in understating.
"That's fair enough. So, how old are you?" I reply with a small smile.
I understand the need to keep things private and I will respect that so long as they show me the same respect.
"Me, Kai and Levi are twenty-three." Maverick tells me immediately and I grin.
"I'm twenty-two.” Hunter says gruffly.
"And I'm the baby of the family," Jax sighs dramatically, “I'm twenty-one."
I giggle at his theatrics.
"Jax man, you aren't the baby anymore. Sage is younger than you!" Kai grins at a now hyper Jax.
