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twice before falling asleep.
    Waking up my head felt like I had a gnome sat inside with a fucking jack hammer. The evil little shit was using it to hammer away at the back of my eyes. Groaning I slowly sat up and looked at the hissing TV on the wall. Luckily I hadn’t had any dreams during the time I was unconscious. I slowly stood and immediately wanted to sit back down, but I had to check on Chris and see how he was. Looking down at the bottle of whiskey I noticed I had just over half the bottle. No wonder my head was banging. Staggering out to the lifts, I decided it might be best just to head down to the fourth floor and check on him. Reaching the fourth floor, I walked down the hall to his room and I swear, I must have bounce of the walls at least three or four time. I knocked on his door and waited for an answer. I couldn’t hear anything from the other side, mind you saying that he could be still asleep.
    Slowly opening the door I called out “Chris? You awake mate?”
    Still no answer, the door was wide open and I could see the rumpled sheets on the bed. Stepping into his room I quickly came to the conclusion that he wasn’t in his room. Where the fuck had he gone? Just to be on the safe side I checked the same shower room. The hangover started to fade pretty quickly at the moment. I needed to know where he was. Did he know how to unlock the lifts? Running down the hall I surprised myself by only hitting the wall once. Reaching the lifts I headed up to the second floor and the security room. The system was on and it looked like someone had been looking through the camera logs. Had I turned the system off last night? Shit that fucking gnome has come back with a fucking dump truck now. My whole head started to hurt with every thought I had.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Quickly surfing the cameras, I found him in the kitchen and I could see him talking. Curious to find out who he was talking to I turned the speakers on.
    “….Flash ahhhhh Flash Gordon…” His rumbling voice came over the speakers.
    The fucker was singing and he was singing Queen for fucks sake.
    “Oi dickhead! Can you stop the singing you’re giving me a fucking headache.” I said into the mic.
    He stopped mid step and turned to look at the camera smiling.
    “Morning Marc you fucking piss head. How are you this morning?” He said.
    “A lot better now I don’t have to listen to your fucking singing.” I said laughing.
    “Fancy a cooked breakfast?” He said holding up some frozen bacon.
    “Shit yeah, a fatty breakfast just the thing for a hangover. Give me ten minutes to get up there.”
    “See you in a bit mate.” He said as he went back to his singing. I turned the speakers off as the first word left his voice.
    I went back to my room and changed into some BDU’s and then headed for the kitchen. Walking out of the lift on the first floor I was hit with the smell of frying bacon and coffee. My stomach grumbled at the thought of the food. The little gnome had eased off and was only using a hammer to knock the shit out of my brain. Opening the door to the dining room I saw Chris sat at a table scoffing the food down like it was going out of fashion. Sitting down opposite I grabbed a plate then heaped some bacon and powdered eggs on to my plate, he had even fried some bread in the bacon fat. This man was going up in my expectations. Grabbing the first cup of coffee for the day I leaned back and looked at him.
    “What?” He said when he saw me looking at him.
    “How you feeling?” I asked.
    With a deep sigh and a shrug he said “I’ve been better. But thanks to what you did yesterday, I’m a lot better than I would have been.”
    I looked down at the coffee and said “If I had been more on the ball, maybe Jay would be here as well.”
    “Look you didn’t know what was going to happen and from what I saw he never saw it coming