Enoch Flair: protecting
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As soon as we reached the top level of the control tower, I made a bee-line for the windows, scanning the vast airport.
“No way! They have a…” Byrant began to ramble on about the different types of computers that were hooked up in the crowded room.
“A computer is a computer.” I cut him off. “Can you fix it or not?”
He turned slowly to face me. “Well, I don’t know,” he said sarcastically. “Can I beat Josiah in a thumb war?”
I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Yes.” He sighed. “The answer is yes.” He rolled his eyes at me then got down on his hands and knees, inspecting a black box from all angles.
I crossed to the other side of the room. The airport was as still as could be as my eyes scanned the open space for any sign of the Defendant.
Two figures were walking in between some hangers. I recognized them immediately as James and David, still inspecting the planes.
I spun on my heel and walked to a different window, once again, looking for any sign of movement.
“You know,” Byrant lifted two cords to inspect them better in the light, “I could focus better if you weren’t pacing.”
I didn’t take my eyes away from the window. “I’m not pacing.”
“Eh. Pretty sure you were pacing.” He smirked at me then froze, staring above my head. “Uh, Enoch? There is something blue above your head.”
“Is this a joke?” I turned to face him, swatting over my head.
“No wait.” He squinted at me. “It’s gone now.” He turned back to the computers.
I rolled my eyes again.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” Byrant stood up and walked to another computer, practically lifting it off of the desk to peer under it.
“What?” I asked confused.
“You know. When you offered to come with me, I thought you wanted to talked about something.”
“I offered to come with you so you wouldn’t be alone.”
I could see his teasing smile. “So, you sure you just didn’t want to be in my company?”
“There are a thousand other places I would rather be than here.”
He went serious. “I think that is true for all of us.” He turned back to his computer.
I clenched my jaw, looking back out over the airport.
“Are you sure you are ok, cuz?” He set down the computer and turned to face me.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I replied without looking at him. “And please don’t let the others know we are cousins.”
“Fine.” He grunted. “But are you really ok? I mean, like after your mom died, you kind of shut us all out. This is the first conversation I have had with you in months.”
I spun around quickly, startling him. “Don’t you dare ever mention my mom again!” I pointed a shaky figure at him. “Do you hear me!?” My other hand clenched into a fist at my side.
Byrant took a step back, frightened.
“Do you hear me!?” I shouted louder as if it would make me feel better.
He nodded, slowly. “Yeah. Sure. Fine. Whatever.”
I gritted my teeth. “Good. Now stop talking and get to work.” I turned back to the window, but I was no longer watching out for the Defendant.
I was trying to find a way to remove the pit from my stomach.
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