Regona City: Flight (BK2)

A Date of Sorts

Orion had been right. After the race Naomi won, the Falcon crew found themselves facing one challenge after the other. There weren't many free moments. On top of it, Jack had decided to re-open the café with a new menu consisting of the basic remaining foods to be found in the city. This meant that when the crew wasn't racing, they were working in the café.

They were beginning to steadily climb the ladder of boarders and it didn't take long for them to reach the top hundred, and yet they still continued to steadily advance.

They finally found a rare break as Jack decided to open up later in the afternoon, and they had just completed a challenge, so the crew had taken the opportunity to sleep in.

Naomi was the first to get up at seven. She spent the next hour running around and chasing Mo, causing Alegra to finally get up. Sahara and Orion soon followed and the twins were awake by ten. As usual, Terrell was the one still sleeping. Unfortunately for him, the twins were in a mischievous mood.

"They sure have a death wish," Alegra commented as she and Sahara watched the little movement they saw from below.

Sahara grinned. Five minutes earlier, the two had headed up armed with black felt tip pens. It looked like they were wanting to draw the old fashioned way; and their canvas was Terrell's face. Naomi had joined them as was watching closely. When she giggled, both twins shushed her at once.

"It was bound to happen that they get killed one day by him," Orion said calmly. "Guess we should enjoy the last few moments they're still with us."

"You think Naomi will at least get away alive?" Sahara asked.

"She'll get Terrell before he does her," Alegra replied. "I raised a fighter."

"Among other things," Orion noted.

Alegra shot him a glare.

Reagan laughed causing Arden to jab him in the ribs with his elbow.

"Owe," Reagan complained.

"You'll get us killed," Arden hissed.

"Moustache, a curly one," Naomi pleaded the twins.

"They should stop while they can," Sahara murmured.

"No, leave them, I beg you," Alegra replied. "If Terrell gets them things might quite down a bit." She stared into the distance with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Sometimes you're scary," Sahara told her with a shiver.

Even Orion scooted further away.

Reagan let out a yelp and there was the sound of scuffling. A few moments later, Naomi flew down the stairs, followed by Arden.

"Why always me?" Reagan was yelling.

Sahara could only guess that he had been caught.

"What are you doing?" they heard Terrell ask sleepily.

"N-nothing!" Reagan replied.

"Then why do you have that look on your face?"

"What look?"

"Guilt."

"My face always looks like this!" Reagan replied.

There was a moment of silence and then the sound of shuffling. Moments later, Reagan came speeding down the stairs to join his brother and Naomi behind the safety of the couch.

Terrell appeared at the top of the stairs. Once again he was shirtless, and as always he looked groggy and unhappy about having been woken up. When he looked up, Sahara's mouth flew to her mouth as she tried to cover up her laugh.