Soriteses

By Fishgirl

"Take this in to Charlie will ya?" Alan said passing his son a plate with a tuna sandwich and chips.

"What is he working on now…?" Don asked rolling his eyes, his brother had to be involved in something, and it didn't even have to be big to get him to forget meals.

"You bother asking me? You two are the top secret, I can't talk about it, guys, and I assumed you'd know what he was working on."

"I haven't got him working on anything…. must be for the school."

"I guess… I know it has to do with computers. He doesn't usually use his laptop this much; he likes the wipe boards better."

"Maybe Charlie is finally moving into this century…"

His Dad gave him a sideways look.

"Maybe not… but until then I'll try to get him to eat the sandwich ok?"

"Thanks Donny"

Don made his way out to the garage. For once the door was actually shut. Don wondered about this because Charlie didn't usually worry about privacy. Charlie usually was in his own little world anyway so no one was likely to disturb him.

"Charlie?" His little brother just kept typing away. His dad was right Charlie didn't usually get this deep into the computer stuff he liked pure numbers better, this must be big. "CHARLIE!" Charlie whipped around slamming the lid on his laptop before Don could really get a look at it.

"Didn't you see the door was shut, you could have knocked!"

"Whoa…. Not that you would have heard me… but since when have you been worried about hiding anything from me."

Some color drained from Charlie's face, "I'm not HIDING anything… its just I am a grown man now, and …. Well I knock before coming into your apartment don't I?"

Don rolled his eyes, "Look I didn't come in here to argue, I brought you a sandwich, Dad says you are not eating… again."

Charlie ran his hand through his hair obviously distracted, "I'll eat it later."

Don set the plate down, "Well, thank you Don, oh great big brother of mine who always watches out for me to make sure I don't starve to death in my own garage fifty feet from the refrigerator." Don paused realizing it was useless to argue with someone who now had a paper and pencil out and wasn't even listening. "I'll see you later."

"What? Oh yeah, close the door on the way out ok?"

Don closed the door a little stronger than he intended but he doubted his younger brother even noticed. Don hated when Charlie got like this, it was almost like talking to a computer for all the good it did. He passed his father in the kitchen, "I'll be back tonight I have a meeting this afternoon."

"Ok Donny, if you're here for dinner we're having meatloaf."

"I'll do my best."

Don climbed into his car checking is cell phone for messages. Usually he came home for a taste of relaxation. Something away from his fast paced dangerous job. Sometimes though there were days like today where he needed to escape his family with a little danger. No pressing messages he started down the drive and out towards his office. Suddenly the idea of coming back for dinner didn't appeal to him. A person can only take so much Charlie at one time and today Don had had his fill.

Don was only about half way back into the city when his phone rang. Without even looking at his caller id he punched the button.

"Agent Eppes"

"Donny, you've got to get back here now."

"What is it, Dad are you alright?"

"I'm fine, it's Charlie, they're arresting him."

Note about the title of this story: Following is a dictionary definition of a soriteses:

A form of argument in which a series of incomplete syllogisms is so arranged that the predicate of each premise forms the subject of the next until the subject of the first is joined with the predicate of the last in the conclusion.

Simply put, soriteses are a series of premises, ideas without conclusions, only when all premises are put together mathematically and tried out will a conclusion be reached, it is like a really complicated logic problem. If… If… If… Then…