So I'm sure all you Brandt girls will like this one (well, I hope you will anyway haha!) just another shameless excuse for whumping on our boys xD
Also, the title is relevant as the words will be a bit of a recurring topic in a sense...
And nope :( they're still not mine…
Brandt sat on the sofa of his apartment watching the soccer game. He wasn't exactly a big sports fan, come to think of it he couldn't remember the last game he'd watched, but Benji's team were playing and he'd promised the tech that he'd give it a try. He didn't really understand much, but he got the basic gist. The team in red, which was the one Benji supported, were currently ahead, beating the team in blue by two points. Or goals. Yeah, that was it. Goals.
His phone vibrated on the sofa next to him and when Brandt lifted it, he saw that the text was from said technician.
"So whatcha think so far? We're gonna kick Chelsea's arse! xD YNWA!"
Brandt tilted his head at the text before bringing his fingers to the keypad and writing his reply.
"What does YNWA mean?"
He smiled and put his phone down again, however clearly the tech was on the ball with the texts tonight, no pun intended, and his phone vibrated merely twenty seconds later.
"Have you not been paying attention? O.o YNWA is You'll Never Walk Alone… my team's motto…."
Brandt bit his lip guiltily. He did remember Benji telling him that. Well, not so much telling him, but singing it to him.
"So you promise? You're gonna watch it?"
"Yes, Benji. I promise." The tech threw his fist into the air and let out a small 'yes!' before grabbing his jacket to leave IMF HQ.
"Don't forget. You'll never walk alone." Benji said with a wink.
"Huh?" Brandt was completely lost.
"You'll never wa… it's the motto and anthem for Liverpool." When Brandt remained confused, Benji laughed and shook his head before turning to the door and beginning to sing. "When you walk through a storm hold your head up high, and don't be afraid of the dark…"
Brandt sat up in his spot and put his beer down, ready to send his apology but as he was halfway through typing the words 'my bad', his phone vibrated again. This time, however, it was a phone call from an unknown number. Staring at the device for a few moments, he blinked a couple of times before answering it.
"Will? That you?" the man's voice sounded hushed and hurried.
"Yeah, who is this?"
"It's Daniel Beckingham. We worked together a few years ago…"
Brandt mouthed the man's name as he tried to remember and suddenly he remembered. "Oh my goodness, Daniel! How are you? I've not seen you since… well, since the Steiner mission."
"Heh, yeah. Well funnily enough, that is why I'm calling." Brandt was slightly thrown by this.
"Why? What is it?"
"Will… they're back. They're after us…"
"'After us'? Who's us?" Brandt asked. "And who are 'they'?" he wasn't sure what Daniel was going on about. All of a sudden, there was a loud crash from the other end of the phone line. "Daniel? What the hell is-"
"Shit! Will, I've gotta go." Daniel was whispering now. "Watch your back, man. You're the analyst. Be caref-" The next thing Brandt heard was the sound of the phone hitting the ground and the line became distorted by what sounded like gunfire. "Daniel?" there was a few moments of silence before someone picked up the phone. "Daniel?"
"Who is this?" a strange voice drifted down the phone, causing Brandt's heart to race. He immediately ended the call.
What the hell was going on?
Samuel Andrews stood with the phone in his hand, staring at it when the line had gone dead. Another man walked up behind him, stepping over Daniel's lifeless body as he did.
"Who was that?" he asked. Samuel looked at the phone and saw the caller ID.
"William Brandt." He smirked. "Just the man we're looking for."
"We gonna get him next?" the man asked eagerly, but Samuel shook his head.
"No, Den. We'll just shake him up a bit first."
Sorry the first one was only short but I hope it was ok. Little fact for ya here: I initially put Liverpool as the team Benji supported because that's my football team, however halfway through writing it, I suddenly remembered that Simon Pegg used to support Liverpool too before he decided he hated football :P rather fitting then, I guess. Also, kudos to anyone who spots the other Pegg reference…. LOL
Much love x