The boy raised his head to follow the headlights that probed the sky as the car came over the hill. He wished that it would turn into the lane that would bring it to where he laid. He held his breath, prepared to duck and hide out of sight the moment the headlights turned his way.
He swore inaudibly and moved his way back into the ditch as the car moved by and continued on. He was by the side of a road that very little to almost no traffic, and that was the way it had been since he had crawled into position. Maybe the occasional car would pass, taking a shortcut the ought the countryside or just one of the farmers returning home. Whatever the reason was, every car had passed by the open gate without so much slowing down, or turning in.
There hadn't been any sign of activity in the old cabin atop the hill. There wasn't even a single light, and he was straying to wonder if his informant was wrong...
Or maybe it was some sort of silly, elaborate, out-minded hoax that his informant had played on him... But he didn't quite get the point...
He let out a soft chuckle. Informant. He really did like that word; liked the sound of it; the way it rolled off his tounge in a professional tone. That's exactly what he wanted to be: professional.
He looked at his watch with the aid of a lighter he had found earlier in his book bag. Five damn hours, and nothing to show for it, other than an aching back and soaking wet clothes. He ran a hand through his once spiked up hair not wet and flat over his face from the rain storm that commended fifteen to twenty minutes earlier. Maybe more since he wasn't really sure. Add a conviction that would surely end up with double pneumonia. To stay any longer would be stupid, that's what he told himself, yet here he was...
He let out a soft groan. To leave would be just his lick, then find out he had been impatient. If his informant was right, he would have to be extra cautious. Even if it was just a hoax, so he might as well stick to it after midnight.
One o'clock...
That's what he told himself, if nothing happened then he would pack it up and go home.
He scooted back into the ditch and pulled the ground sheet over and around himself. It did absolutely nothing to protect himself from the cold, but just the act of wrapping it around himself, gave him the illusion of warmth.
It had been over 50 times that he had checked his watch, and by twelve thrifty he had had enough. Never mind staying until one o'clock. He was leaving now before he froze half to death.
He reached for his book bag, and groped the ground around him to make sure he wasn't leaving anything behind. He struggled to stand, almost falling over on his face. His entire body was numb, and feet felt like stone bricks. It took a couple minutes of massaging them, and stomping them on the ground to really feel them again.
He looked toward the cabin at the top of the hill, before continuing on down the lane. He paused. Was that a flicker of light that he just saw? The cabin wasn't very visible against the dark midnight skyline, along with the waning moon in the sky, but just for second...
He stood, still staring into the dark. Nothing was there... Figures. It was just his imagination. He moved and continued down the lane with stealth. He wasn't quite sure why though, since he almost 100% positive that no one could see him in the dark clothes that he was wearing. Maybe the amount of time he was spending here was getting to his head.
He knew his informant was going to be upset- no, furious with him for not finding anything, but at the moment he didn't really care. He was wet and cold and his whole body hurt like hell, and nothing, absolutely nothing to show for it.
He didn't even know who he was looking for. His informant left in the middle of the meeting. They were looking over pictures of the suspected vehicle, when he pushed himself out of his chair and mumbled, "Got to go..." Then as if he was reassuring him, he added, "Just going to the Restroom." And he never came back. After asking his father- no, Ging, what had hapened, he just patted the teens head and said, "Just look for the car that turns into the gate." And he also left, leaving him with no information.
So here he was making his way back to his van. There was no point in trying to avoid being seen since no one could see him, but just as an extra precaution, he kept close to the low stone wall.
There were still many hazards like rabbit holes, or grazing sheep, so really the last thing he needed was to break his foot or leg tripping over one of them.
He pressed himself against a tree to keep hidden as a pair of headlights came over the hill. It wasn't a two door large pick-up truck, like his informant had told him, but rather small sedan, so he figured it wouldn't turn into the gates. He continued to walk ahead making each step as quiet as he could.
He paused as the sedan rolled to a stop. He blinked. Slowly the car's headlights came turning his way.
It was turning in!
Then as if on cue, he ran himself back to his ditch, and dived in, causing an audible crack in his index finger, but right now that didn't matter. He was ready, ready to stop whatever the hell was going on.
He ducked his head as the car passed him, and made it's way up the hill towards the cabin ahead. He was scared, very scared...
He heard a car door open, close, and a few voices of grown men he couldn't understand.
He flicked as he saw a light in one of the cabins turn on. Slowly he step, testing each step, before continuing on. He began to get more excited as the voices of the men became more clear. Good, that meant he was getting closer.
He came along the side of the house, and turned his head to hear the men better.
"What are we going to do with a this?" The first one said, "None of our buyers are going to want that much."
He could hear the frustration in the man's voice.
"I know someone.." The second man said, "Ging, I think his name was..."
Ging?
"Oh yeah I know him!" The first one said, "He loves to buy this-" Suddenly they stopped, and it was quiet... The silence was deafening, and the teen began to feel uneasy.
A twig snapped behind him.
He whipped around to see who it was, but before his eyes could adjust, a flash a white sent him into blackness...