So since I am getting nice messages for this story (even though nearly no reviews) it got me positive enough to give you part three. Chapter will stay around 500 words because this will be written with just a rough plot scripted. Hope you enjoy.
Shelby hadn't anticipated that Caleb would be so blunt and she could see the hurt in Maxine's eyes immediately.
"Caleb, I think that was a tad too much. But thank you. Talk to you later." Shelby quickly finished the phone call.
"I am sorry but you know he can be blunt. If I am guessing correctly the last part was not for our benefit. He is staying with Clay at the moment." she offered and tried to console Maxine at the same time. "Come on lets grab some food and you can tell me how idiotic this whole situation is." Shelby throws in the room and grabs her bag. Maxine nods in agreement an the twosome leave.
In the shared apartment Caleb sets his phone down. Grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Three - Two -
"What do I know?"
"Have we gone into eavesdropping now? Or is that you trying to become a spy again? Let me tell you, Johnny English is a better spy than you and he is fictional."
"Okay Caleb, you made your point. But seriously who were you on the phone with and what am I supposed to know?"
"I have a question for you: What is more idiotic: To anger a woman or to anger a trained sniper? And why would you do any of it?"
Caleb could see the confusion on his brothers face but he wouldn't give in. Clay has to answer.
"I don't really see where you are going with this. What has that to do with who you were on the phone with?"
"Please tell me your little weed experiment didn't kill all your brain cells? Just answer the damn question and the story will continue."
"Okay, I guess angering a woman is too easy but pissing of a sniper is dangerous. He could kill you from far away. So I choose option B, the sniper." Caleb's grin just grew a tad more devilish. That subtle shift manages to make Clay uneasy. He still can't figure out where this is going.
"Congratulations you have realized the idiocy in angering a sniper. So now my second part of the question. Why would one do something so stupid?"
"I don't know maybe if you didn't know he is a sniper?"
"Ah there is the word again: HE! Well my, now sober brother, you managed to anger a trained female sniper this fine day. Congratulations" Caleb slapped him on the shoulder.
"I didn't leave the apartment so how I could I anger a sniper?"
Caleb shifts a little bit on the sofa so he is fully facing his confused brother. Maybe I have to hit him over the head with a hint.
"This is where we get back to the phone call. That was my girlfriend who is out having coffee with a new, dear friend who has been dumped by her fiance as it turns out."
