The shoot gets interrupted

“What the HELL is going on here?!”

All three of them jumped at the booming voice that rang over from the terrace’s door. Twirling around, they saw Fletcher storm towards them, waving his arms wildly with a furious glare on his face. Despite the thick, geeky glasses, the giant man’s muscular 6’11’’ frame was a truly intimidating sight as it barreled towards them

“What the…?!” Briand gasped, his eyes widening with shock at the approaching behemoth and he pushed an equally shocked Nancy out of his lap to get away from him. He scrambled to his feet to escape as Nancy fell to the floor onto all fours, utterly confused by the turn of events.

“Umm, excuse me, Sir…” Mendes spoke up, all self-confidence drained from his voice as he addressed the giant, angry man, “This is… you’re interrupting our photoshoot here…”

Fletcher turned towards him and gave him a menacing glare, making him fall silent immediately. “Fuck yeah, I see that!” he growled, and Nancy had never seen the huge, goofy man so utterly menacing, “With my damn wife!”

“Bro, I’m sorry!” Briand immediately stuttered, lifting his hands. Fear was clearly written on his face. “I didn’t know…”

“Fuck you, prick!” Fletcher shot back before deftly walking over to Nancy, who was still cowering on the floor. He grabbed her by the arm and roughly dragged her to her feet. “And you are coming with me!”

“Ow!” Nancy hissed at the pain in her arm, but she didn’t resist as Fletcher dragged her with him. Neither of the men made a move to step in, utterly intimidated and Nancy saw pure panic on Mendes’ face as Fletcher rushed towards him.

“Please, sir…”

“I’m taking this!” Fletcher growled and reached for Mendes’ camera. The photographer gave a squeal as it was ripped away from him, the strap which had held it around his neck snapping. Before either man could protest, Fletcher retrieved the SD-card and pocketed it before tossing the camera back with a glare. “Fucking prick!”

“But, sir…”

Fletcher silenced him by taking a menacing step in his direction, then pulled Nancy along by her arm into the apartment. “Grab your damn robe!” he growled, shoving her into the direction where the frothy robe lay pooled on the floor while he looked around, spotting Mendes’ laptop on one of the sideboards.

“You fucking fucks!” he howled, striding over and grabbing the device. Lifting it over his head he saw the two men had followed to the terrace door, but didn’t dare coming closer, looking absolutely crestfallen. He almost grinned as he slammed the laptop onto the floor, smashing it to pieces. Pointing at the men in a cautioning gesture, he quickly spotted the hard drive. “Fuck you!” he howled as he repeatedly stomped the heel of his foot into the piece of tech, making sure that it was utterly, irreparably destroyed with all of Izzy’s pics on it. Another furious glare ensured that the pair of scumbags kept their distance before he stormed over to Nancy.

“You’re coming with me, you bitch!” he roared, truly enjoying his role of the angry husband. As he dragged her along, he smashed an expensive looking vase for good measure before they left the room, door slamming shut.

He pulled Nancy with him all the way into the elevator, keeping up the act just in case one of the men decided to follow and only let go of her once the doors closed behind them, a booming grin replacing the angry sneer.

“Damn, that was fun!!!” he laughed, leaning against the cabin’s wall as they raced downwards to their floor. “Did you see their faces?”

Nancy was still utterly stunned by the turn of events, but after a moment she joined his laughter. “Goddamn, Fletch! That was awesome!” she chuckled, flabbergasted, “You were fucking terrifying in there!”

The big hacker beamed with pride. “Thanks, Nancy! You’re alright though?”

She thought for a moment. “A bit drunk and high on adrenaline, but apart from that, I’m good!” she said. “You really saved my ass in there, Fletch! How did you even know I needed help?”

“I saw Briand enter the room and I figured you could use the assistance! Thought that if I made enough of a show out of it, I could smash all their material without them getting suspicious. Now all I am is the angry husband!”

“Great job, Fletch!” Nancy repeated, flustered by his good thinking. She noticed him steal a glance at her chest, but didn’t mind it this time. The big man had earned that much. “Though I could have handled them.

Fletcher smiled. “Of course you could have!”

The elevator-doors slid open and the two of them quickly returned to their room. “I need to get to part two of our operation now,” Fletcher said, “Gonna go on a nice, extended online raid that will mess with those fucktards’s data and assure that their **** schemes will fail now and in the near future. And if I feel cute I might even have them donate the entirety of their bank accounts to the hungry children of Africa…”

Nancy giggled. “That’s a great idea! I think I need a shower in the meantime. I reek of tequila!” She turned to the bathroom, but just before she closed it she turned back. Catching Fletcher’s gaze on her booty caused her to smirk. “Thanks again, Fletcher!” she smiled before shutting the door and locking it, taking another deep breath.