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On Our Last Night

We've Got Unfinished Business

-Thomas-

I soared low over the conjured up Nimbus clouds, watching the rooftops-gray, black, white, and a few dark blue-appear and disappear from beneath thick green canopies that tried to shade their desperately hot back yards.

It had been a nonstop heat wave, so intense that it put most of the state of Maryland on water limits, for the last week, having rolled in from the West on Monday and still scorching the ground below on Sunday in the early afternoon. Lucky for me the heat didn’t affect me too much, even though I was at such a high altitude. Actually, the air was cooler up in the sky then it was on the ground. Probably though, as I was accustomed to believing, I couldn’t actually feel the heat or the cold. It was nice to pretend though.
I counted the houses on the side of the street until I had the right number and tucked my wings in, diving down. The tree I landed in was an overly leafy canopy that shaded a spacious backyard with a pool and a tire swing still, laughter was coming from the covered porch leading into that yard. I peeked out from between two branches, raising an eyebrow at what I saw.

A young man with dyed black hair that was kind of floppy and hung in his face was just jumping down the steps leading from the yard to the porch, in yellow swim trunks and flip flops, shooting a grin at the skunk haired boy on the porch behind him. “Dude! Shut the fuck up!” The boy laughed, scooping a stray football up out of the grass.

“Nah! This is too much fun!” The skunk haired guy laughed in return, jumping down. “Good God is it hot!”

“Why thank you,” a third man grinned as he exited the house, a beer in one hand and an apple in the other. He had a shaved head, not bald-it was covered in a dusting of brown hair-and was wearing green swim trunks. The three men all burst out laughing, the third guy dropping into one of the lounge chairs on the porch. “But seriously, it was not this hot in Britain.”

“That’s cause it was raining all the time.” The first man groaned. “Jack! Heads up!” He threw the football at the skunk haired guy.

Jack caught the ball and was setting up to return it as the loud screech of tires skidding on hot asphalt filled the air. All three guys ran around the front of the house alarmed as I kicked off the branch I’d perched on and shot into the air. Hovering just above the roof of the house I could see the entire scene of the accident. A cherry red two-door Porsche was half under, on its side, a completely white eighteen wheeler, one of its tires rolling lazily to the curb and the other popped completely, sitting half underneath the little car. From where I hovered I could see blood splattered on the ground and the crushed body of a young woman who must have been presumably driving the red car.

She was young.

She was dead.

I bit my lip and sat on the roof, watching police cars, ambulances, fire trucks, and other responders pull up to the scene and tape off the area from those who wanted to see. The young man I was watching and his friends stood in his yard, only ten feet from the accident, watching with horrified expressions. The little red car was pulled out from under the truck; the crushed body covered with a sheet and laid on a stretcher. The driver of the truck was pulled out of the cab and led to the other ambulance that was directly on scene, his wrists handcuffed as soon as he was deemed okay. He’d been drinking and driving. She came to sit next to me as the crushed body was zippered into the body bag. Someone was crying down below in the massive crowd. Someone had known the victim.

“Young one.” I said calmly.

“Twenty four.” Tour kicked her legs and fixed the skirt of her white dress, watching the scene below us like it was a movie. “Law school grad. Worked in the city at some hot shot firm, liked to paint, did ballet. Only child, parents divorced a decade and a half. Straight A student all through school, had a pet husky named Elan.”

“You did your research.”

“It wasn’t that hard. She was in a skirt suit, hair styled, must’ve been on her way home from work.”

“Was this one planned?”

“If it was He didn’t give us any notice.”

“Poor girl.”

“Why were you here?”

I looked over at her, raising an eyebrow.

“In the neighborhood.”

I looked down at the young men. A fourth had joined them. They were talking to the police. “Him.”

“He just got back huh?”

“Left his girlfriend before tour. I wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to come back and regret dumping her. The woman’s a bitch.”

“Bloody bird huh?”

I grinned and stood up. “This one’ll be mine huh?”

“Up to Him.”

“Let’s get going then.”

----

Tour and I walked up the white marble steps to the throne room like building our boss was situated. He as sitting with his fingers laced and his ankles crossed, a small grin on his features when my instructor and I entered his domain. I’ve only met him a few times in the past fourteen years. He thought I was smart and good at the job he’d given me. He just didn’t have the time. But being called into the room with Tour by my side made me feel frustrated and excited all at once. It wasn’t often you get to meet the person who will inevitably decide your fate.

“Thomas! How are you?” The elderly man stood and held his hands out. I watched the cobalt of his eyes change color with every word he spoke, the knowledge of the universe heavy in his spoken word.

“I am fine sir.” I looked over at Tour casually, running my hand through my hair. “You called for attendance with us?”

“The accident you witnessed yesterday morning, the girl who died, did you ever know her?”

“No, sir.”

“But Tourmaline advised you on her?”

“Yes-sir.”

“Are you prepared to greet her?”

“Of course sir.”

“With the circumstances of your last assignment you can understand why you were the optimum choice for her correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Go on then Thomas. And remember. You’ve messed up before.”

Notes

Sooo. First glimpse of the boys and an unnamed girl.
More from Thomas
-xoxoDR

Comments

I love the idea behind this one. I want more soon.
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7/2/13