Abigail First Person:
"WHAT?" I blurted out, fear striking my spine. I had a bad feeling about this. Someone was going to get shot. I could feel it. My hand covered my mouth, to keep me from shouting anything else. Why was I so upset? I didn't know why at the time, but I just felt fear slithering down to the depths of my bones.
"Sadusky has no idea how either. It's impossible for him to be alive…but it is. Fingerprint tests and public cameras confirm. Even worse, it appears that Shaw has been doing a lot of traveling lately, what seems to be for no reason.
I felt Riley close my jaw that had been hanging wide open only moments ago. Not even bothering to shoot a glare at him, I opened my mouth once again. Kind of weird actually, because I could see Riley at the corner of my eye stare at me.
"So are you saying that suddenly after two years he wants revenge? That doesn't make any sense."
"No, but Sadusky is. He wouldn't tell me anything else, but he told me that there was much more to this story then he could tell us."
"Like what?" I asked, fear clenching my throat.
"I don't know." Ben responded, as my eyes watered with tears. What was wrong with me? Or even a better question, who cared? Shaw was back, and somebody was going to get hurt. Who knows, if he helped Ian escape…
"Look, it's going to be ok." He calmly whispered to me, concern in his eyes.
"It's going to be ok.
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That Night
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Ben: First Person:
I had lied. To both of them. Riley didn't exactly care; he was too concerned with himself in his own head. But with Abigail there, I couldn't bring myself to tell her what Sadusky hinted the problem was. Abigail was worried to death already for some reason, I couldn't worry her anymore. But now that she was in our room, I hoped that she was calmer.
Walking into her room, and taking a deep breath, I decided to try to spill it out to her.
One problem. She was awake, and had a surprising statement of her own. A statement that caught even me off guard.
"Ben, you'll love me no matter how much my parents may or may not criticize you and I, right?" I widened my eyes.
"What?"
"Ben, my parents are coming tomorrow. They're curious as to exactly who their son-in-law is."
I was stunned. I was just about to tell my news, the highlight, but now I was going to have to make a good, first impression on her parents before saying anything else. Impressing her parents might be a little hard…considering that they are from Germany, and most likely don't know a lot of English.
"A-Abigail," I suddenly blurted out, not being able to take it anymore, "I need to tell you something." This was great, just great. Sadusky really did have great timing when he told me.
She looked up from her bed. "I'm listening."
The look in her eyes made me feel sick to my stomach. I couldn't do it. "Nothing…I'll leave so you can get some rest."
She smiled. "Okay. Well, good night Ben.
"Sweet dreams." I said, softly kissing her forehead before leaving the room.
Ben First Person:
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The Day Abigail's Parents Come
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"Remind me again why I am waiting outside a restroom for you to meet Abigail's parents?"
"Because I need someone to act more foolish that I am, so I'll have a greater chance to impress my in-laws." I replied, washing my hands in the small airport restroom. When I mean small, I mean VERY small.
"Why am I, the comic relief, the one always being used?" Riley remarked, typing outside on the laptop that he was convinced he needed.
"Just because I said so." I walked over to the door, jiggling the door handle.
"But you're the one who stole the…"
"Um…Riley?"
"Yeah?"
"I locked myself in the bathroom. The lock is malfunctioning."
"What?" I could hear Riley, outside the bathroom, stop his speedy typing.
"I'm locked in. My in-laws should be arriving any moment now."
You can imagine my surprise as I heard Riley start laughing hysterically outside the door. Rolling my eyes, I said, "Riley! What are you so giddy about at a time like this?" I heard Riley retrain from snickering.
"You. The one, the hero who saved the Declaration of the Independence from 'hackers', is stuck in a bathroom. Not to be Mr. Johnny Rain cloud, but how is this going to look like to Mr. And Mrs. Chase?"
"Riley, now is definitely not the time. Just… just get an employee or something. Don't get Abigail!
