Against Authority

Against Authority (6)

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6. The Trouble Begins

The day started out normal, although I can't really think of any time that you can have a bad morning. You've just woken up, and what can happen at six, seven o'clock in the morning at your house?-other than getting your legs twisted in the sheets and falling out of bed-and I'm not saying that that has ever happened to me.

All right, all right. It has. Twice.

But my excuse was that I had just had a terrible nightmare.

Though not this morning. This morning I woke up at the usual time and walked downstairs after seeing that the other half of the bed was empty. Halfway down the stairs, I could smell breakfast cooking. I entered the kitchen to see Barry at the stove, making what smelled like eggs, although that definitely wasn't what it looked like.

"Hey," I greeted him. "Shouldn't Winslow be doing that?"

"He actually doesn't come until later," he replied.

I looked around the room. "Where is everyone?"

"Shannon and Annie are still asleep, and Chris is in the living-or sitting-room. Whichever you want to call it."

I nodded, but realized he couldn't see me. "Got it."

I walked out of the kitchen, and into the sitting room. Chris was in there just as Barry had said. As I walked in, he nodded to me.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just waiting for Barry to finish breakfast," he said.

I smiled. "I'm hungry. But did you see the stuff that was in the pan?"

He grinned. "Yeah. That's why I left the kitchen and came in here."

"Me, too."

"I can hear you guys," Barry called from the kitchen. "My food may look creepy, but it'll taste delicious."

" 'Creepy' is a very good word for it," I whispered to Chris.

He nodded in agreement.

"You're still talking about me, aren't you?" Barry asked.

Chris and I glanced at each other. "Yes," we said in unison.

"Well, it's a good thing breakfast is done. I'll be able to listen to what you're saying."

Chris and I stood up and walked into the kitchen. We were halfway through our meals-which did taste pretty good, actually-when the phone rang. We just assumed it was fine, and continued eating. But a minute later, Shannon ran into the room, her breathing fast.

I stood up. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"He...someone...I...I..." she stammered.

Now Barry and Chris were on their feet, but I was a step ahead of them.

"Who just called?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I-I don't know."

"What did they say?"

"They...said they were coming."

I tensed. "Did they say when?"

She swallowed deep. "Thirty seconds."