Noel Flair: leadership
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“Where is he going?” I asked nobody in particular.
Thomas shrugged from his seat next to me in the back of the van.
Hunter and Elizabeth sat in the middle, looking opposite ways out of the window.
Jack rested in the passenger seat, pouring over the diary, while James sat quietly in the driver's seat.
“Maybe he went to grab a snack? You never know with that dude,” Hunter joked.
Jack glanced up momentarily, lost in thought, then returned to studying the book.
I waited, tapping my knee.
The minutes dragged by agonizingly slow.
After ten minutes since Enoch disappeared into the house, I gave up waiting.
“I’ll go see what he’s doing.” I climbed out of the van and ran up to the house, not wanting to be out in the open any longer than I had to.
Trying the door, I found it unlocked and slipped in, shutting the door quietly behind me.
“Enoch?” I called out in a hushed whisper.
“Over here!” he replied from further inside the house.
I crossed the foyer in quick steps to find him standing in the hallway.
A safe was opened in front of him. A bag full of bullets sat beside his feet.
And he was strapping a gun to his back.
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