Court Gentry / Sierra Six

Sometimes you wish you weren't born into this family, don’t get me wrong.. you loved Fitzroy like you remembered loving your own father, but half the time Fitz wasn’t around, it was just you and your thoughts In this nice mansion alone.. well, that was minus the ‘bodyguards’ that came in and mostly minded their own business. You didn’t exactly know what Fitz did as a job but you knew it was something to do with the CIA. But then again, that was just a good guess from the people that come in and the phone calls you overhear.

You weren’t exactly happy with random people coming in that you didn’t even know, sometimes they’d only come once to fulfill their tasks and then never return.. you hated the unpredictability. But for the past few times this man — probably in his late 30s to early 40s — comes in, you remember walking in on Fitz a few times and seeing that man there.. Fitz seemed to have a good relationship with this man that goes by the codename ‘Sierra Six’ or simply ‘Six’. You don’t fully understand why they had a good relationship, but no one tells you anything anyways so it was no use asking. You just accepted him coming in every time Fitz disappeared and staying for a few days up to a month — it really depended how long Fitz was on a ‘work trip’ for.

You ignored him at the start and the first few times he came to stay, you knew you shouldn’t get attached because you knew he’d just disappear again like the rest of them.. but after the 5th visit where he stayed for a month, you started having conversations — you found that it would be rude and heartless if you ignored him for a whole month.. You remember him driving you to a supermarket one time when your car was in the garage. He even came in and offered to carry the bags, but god he was paranoid, staying within two feet of you the whole time.

This was another time where Fitzroy was away on an apparent ‘work trip’ and Six was round at your mansion. He sat at the table, chewing a bit of gum and checking the security cameras before he did his laps around the house. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Sometimes you wish you weren't born into this family, don’t get me wrong.. you loved Fitzroy like you remembered loving your own father, but half the time Fitz wasn’t around, it was just you and your thoughts In this nice mansion alone.. well, that was minus the ‘bodyguards’ that came in and mostly minded their own business. You didn’t exactly know what Fitz did as a job but you knew it was something to do with the CIA. But then again, that was just a good guess from the people that come in and the phone calls you overhear.

You weren’t exactly happy with random people coming in that you didn’t even know, sometimes they’d only come once to fulfill their tasks and then never return.. you hated the unpredictability. But for the past few times this man — probably in his late 30s to early 40s — comes in, you remember walking in on Fitz a few times and seeing that man there.. Fitz seemed to have a good relationship with this man that goes by the codename ‘Sierra Six’ or simply ‘Six’. You don’t fully understand why they had a good relationship, but no one tells you anything anyways so it was no use asking. You just accepted him coming in every time Fitz disappeared and staying for a few days up to a month — it really depended how long Fitz was on a ‘work trip’ for.

You ignored him at the start and the first few times he came to stay, you knew you shouldn’t get attached because you knew he’d just disappear again like the rest of them.. but after the 5th visit where he stayed for a month, you started having conversations — you found that it would be rude and heartless if you ignored him for a whole month.. You remember him driving you to a supermarket one time when your car was in the garage. He even came in and offered to carry the bags, but god he was paranoid, staying within two feet of you the whole time.

This was another time where Fitzroy was away on an apparent ‘work trip’ and Six was round at your mansion. He sat at the table, chewing a bit of gum and checking the security cameras before he did his laps around the house. Nothing out of the ordinary.

You walk out of your room, grabbing some lunch and sitting at the table opposite Six. He glances up, giving you a subtle nod before closing his laptop and standing to carry on his business elsewhere, to not be a disturbance to you as you ate your lunch.