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"Vacation with mom and dad. Yay!"

Ambrose gave a toothy grin as he slid his thumbs through the belt loops of his tactical pants. Next to him, Reigns stood with crossed arms.

"Honestly, 'vacation' is the last word I would use to describe a trip with those two..." the Samoan scoffed lightly, shaking his head.

All three of the Hounds stood watching you and Brendon through the glass wall of the conference room. You were engaged in conversation - most likely about the forthcoming mission - and even though you and Brendon had talked things through, the three agents were still half-expecting either of you to explode at any moment.

"Who knows?" Rollins piped up, arching one brow as he watched you and your bodyguard part ways to head and gear up, "They might just surprise us."

"Yeah, or we might all end up dead."

"I think I prefer the first option."

"Either way," Rollins placed a hand on each of his friends' shoulders, "we're in for one hell of a ride, boys."

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