Another morning, another getting up at 6:30 and wondering where the day was going to go from there. Actually, it went just about where I wanted it to go–
It’s been cold here in The Burg due to the high winds we’ve had all week. It seems like every time you’re out, you’re having to fight the extremely brisk wind shooting down the Susquehanna Valley like it’s in a hurry to get down to The Shore. Given that I’ve been out in that mess the last couple of days, I decided to stay in and enjoy some warmth.
Now, even though I watched Wind River–which is a great but albeit depressing movie–I managed almost another six hundred words today. I did so while listening to the original 1970 recording of Jesus Christ Superstar, because it’s a great album and is one of the few where I know all the lyrics. Really: when I was in wood shop in high school I used to pass the time by singing it to myself, because I certainly didn’t care to be in wood shop.
We’re back in the Rune Vision and things are starting to shape up with what my kids are up to. And it’s not stuff relating to school–
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)
“Don’t congratulate yourself too much—” She checks her appearance again in your mirror. “That’s about all I remember after a decade of your quotes.” After quickly touching her hair into place she glances towards you. “Do you think they’re going to give us any time together after tonight?”
You levitate your tuxedo jacket towards you. “Hard to say. I’m still surprised they let us drop what we were doing nine months ago to go to the wedding together.”
“In that instance someone above our handlers were calling the shots.” Annie picks up a pair of emerald stud earrings and begins putting them into place behind the first set of earrings. “It’s nice when you have friends in high places.”
“That is it.” You put on the jacket, rolling your shoulders to get it set. “Still, there are probably dozens of operatives who could go to this party, yet they need us. I don’t get it.”
Annie smiles as she finishes putting in her earrings. “You know how it is: such is the way—”
“—When you’re gray. I know.” You let out loud sign. “Whatever.”
“I’m not complaining.” Annie gives her hair a quick pat. “It’s been nine months since we’ve seen each other face-to-face in person so I, for one, so I’m thankful they did pull us out of the field for this party.” She looks about the room, unsure what she should do next. “I only hope we can get a week together before returning to our on-going operations. It would be nice.”
“I agree.” You turn and look out the window of your hotel room, gazing upon the opulent city beyond. “You think this guy’s gonna be there?”
“Intelligence says the likelihood is high.” She picks up a pair of sunglasses as if she’d considering wearing them to the party. “We know the buyer will be there because we’ve seen the guest list; our target has met with the buyer five times in the last month; and seeing how the buyer is bringing along five guests the probability is high whatever business they’ve planed to transact will occur tonight.” Annie sets the sunglasses aside and sits on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs. “I know you see it the same way: you’re just asking the question because it’s something you always do when you’re restless.”
You snort without turning around to face Annie. “Guilty as charged.” After pulling the sheers back into place you glance over at Annie. “Also, the fact that we haven’t received conformation about whether or not we’re suppose to snatch this asshole isn’t exactly instilling confidence The G know what’s going on.”
Just then Annie’s phone dings as a message appears. She points at it and levitates it towards her. “Speak of the devil.” It only takes a second to read the text. “We’re on. We’re to snatch our target and the buyer.” She sets the phone in her lap. “They must want to know if the buyer is acting as a go-between for someone else.”
“Which he probably is.” You take a couple of steps towards Annie. “Are we authorized to go public, or do we have to keep this private?”
“They didn’t say: let me ask.” Annie speaks the question into the phone and sends the message; the response comes back some twenty seconds later. “We’re to keep it private: they don’t want to involve a media team on this operation.”
“Sounds good.” You pace across the room and back once. “I supposed this means I need to make sure my other disguise is suitable, too.”
Annie nods. “It does. Let’s see, then.”
There you go: Annie and Kerry doing something for “The G”, which is pretty easy to figure out. Some of the other stuff that isn’t so clear–well, eventually it’ll get talked about–
Just not here. And by me.