The Air
The woman walked slowly into the bleak, concrete room, and flopped down on a ragged, worn out couch. The ruse was beginning to wear on her, and she didn't know how much longer she would be able to hold it. The acting, the deception, that wasn't all that was wearing on her, their location itself was beginning to get to her. They had been hiding in that old, abandoned warehouse for too long now, she wanted to go back to the warm, welcome feeling of their condo.
"Water," she said, looking over at the man. He was sitting in a chair, ruffling through a pile of maps and checking them against information displayed on a computer screen next to him. He didn't seem to notice her call, so she sighed, wishing she could do more to help. He always was much better then her at putting the evidence together, and she would have never been able to get to where they were now without him.
She stood up, and walked over to him to get a closer look at what he was doing, but getting closer didn't help. He was figuring paths and weather patterns to take, locations that needed to be acted upon. He was the scientist, not her, and she could do nothing but lend him her support for that matter. "Hey," she said, resting an arm on his shoulder, "do you need anything?"
"Other than Fire to finally show up at the location?" He replied to her without turning his head, although after a few moments he finally shook it in the negative. "No, we're good for now." She turned to walk away, but then stopped as he spoke again. "What about the others? Have they caught on to us yet?"
"Not yet," she said, and walked over to a table to pick up a few papers sitting there. "For the moment, they still think we're all acting according to plan." She chuckled, then walked over to hand him the papers. "It seems that the Bearer told Fire what we were doing, but is keeping them in the dark." They had that working for them still, at least.
As she began to sit back on the couch, the ring of a telephone from another room gave her pause, and then she slowly smiled. She lifted herself back up and walked out of the room, picking up pace as she walked toward the sound. It continued as she hurried: five, six, seven times, and she hurried to grab the phone before the eighth time would send the call to voicemail.
"HellO?" she said, and then listened carefully, a smile brewing on her face as each minute passed. The voice on the other end was giving her good news, and now it was her turn to act. She hung up the phone after the report was finished, not saying anything back to the person on the other end, and headed back into the other room. Her earlier tiredness was gone, she was now excited, and a spring was in her step.
"Water!" she called over to him, as she hurried over to a door in the wall. She opened it, revealing a small closet, and pulled from it two winter coats and put one on. The other she tossed over to him, who had stood up and caught it mid-air as it flew. "Time for us to move, the next phase is ready."
"That was pretty fast," he said, surprise in his voice, as he folded up a couple of the maps and put them into the coat. He then closed up his computer, and picked up a long chain with a key on it. "Faster than I was expecting. And you're sure this information is correct?"
"Oh yeah," she said with a grin, bearing her teeth at him in mocking."It was all there, eveyrthing is now in place." He tossed the chain to her, and she fumbled trying to catch it, dropping it to the ground. "In fact," she said as she bent over to retrieve it, "if we don't hurry then Fire will arrive there before we do." She picked up the chain, and started out of the room toward the prison cell.
"Well get her ready, then," Water called out after her as she headed through the hall. "We still have some setting up to do there, before we're ready to receive him." She didn't call back to acknowledge, because she knew that already. And he was just being cautious, in her opinion, because most of the work was already in place. There wasn't that much left that had to be done. Fire would soon be theirs.
Date posted: 22 March, 2011 Tags: dream regularspelling the_grand_game writing
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