Hi, so I've decided to write my version of the sequel to The Fall of Five. I had to reread it because I couldn't remember half of the details. Okay so uh yeah. Wish me luck.
Six
"There. A coffee shop." I said, pointing towards a small, beige building down the street. John turned the car and headed for the building.
I glanced around the van. The good thing about the van was that there was plenty of room. Two front seats and rows of seats against the windows, so that those of in the back were facing each other and a table between us. I was in the seat right behind shotgun, which Marina sat in. Her forehead leaned against the window and her eyes stared at nothing in particular. The window was cracked and frozen where she breathed, no doubt from her legacy. Looking at her forced a jab of pain through me that felt like it was stabbing me in the heart. She looked terrible. Dark circles sat under her eyes, which were bloodshot, but it was like she was absent. Her expression was empty along with her eyes, somewhere in the distance. She barely moved or talked anymore.
Nine was sleeping across from me. He had a black eye and a long white scar running through his eyebrow. All I dare say is that Marina was responsible for his injuries.
Beside Nine was Sarah and she just watched the rain outside. Malcolm sat beside her. He focused on the laptop on the table and I noticed the recent increase of gray hair.
Adam was slumped over the table fast asleep. Next to me, Sam, tapped impatiently on the table. I reached out my hand and put it over his as I saw his tapping was starting to annoy Malcolm. I like to say that's the only reason I did it.
He jumped, startled, but then gave me a sad smile and entwined his fingers in mine.
John rolled the van into a parking spot.
"Does anyone want anything?" I asked quietly.
Malcolm looked up from his laptop. "Could you get me a latte please?"
I nodded and looked to Marina, "Marina?"
"No, thanks." Her voice was level.
I nodded, mostly to myself and squeezed by Sam and Adam to the back door. As I was about to shut the door, Sam climbed out behind me and put our hands together again.
John met us around the front of the car and glanced down at our hands and then at a lady walking her beagle mix. He looked away, and I knew he was thinking of BK. I was told that Bernie Kosar was nowhere to be found and John had to leave.
As we walked inside, I looked around cautiously. We both sighed of relief to see there were no Mogs.
There was no one in line so Sam and I ordered. I looked around more carefully and saw a few old ladies, a college student, and a middle aged, Indian man with a short beard. He caught my eye the longest because he looked slightly familiar. I shrugged it off, thinking it was nothing and turned back to Sam.
John walked by, Sam nodded and we collected our order.
When I turned around to head back outside, I was so startled that I almost dropped my coffee.
Standing in front of me was the familiar man in from the corner. He looked almost the same as the last time I saw him. Only this time, his beard was cut much shorter than before, his hair was cropped short and neat, and his eyes were filled with eagerness.
I didn't know what to make of it. He clearly recognized me. I managed to breathe something out.
"Commander Sharma."
Thanks for reading this, I know it's so short Dx. But I would love to hear what you think as well as any tips. :)
Btw I was too lazy to check for errors.
-Keep Calm and Don't Get Caught by the Mogs-
