That wasn’t the delivery guy, the headlights seemed too futuristic, too foreign in design. “What are they waiting on?”Colt whispers over Luke’s shoulder, both crouching behind the roof cover blocking them from view. “That is weird, but maybe it’s just Kane or Finn taking a moment to let them in” Colt crawling over Luke to get a better look “No sign of a pizza light so, that is out of the question and nothing indicating any kind of food delivery service”,” Dude, will you ease off my stomach, you’re killing me.” He leverages his arm to push Colt out of the way. As Colt gets pushed ver, Luke comes to eye level with the roof cover once again, as the gate doesn’t open, the headlights of the begin to pull away from them, much like the day shortened by night, “Okay that’s definitely weird, no?”, “Yeah, just plain creepy who just comes, stop at someones front gate just to leave?” Colt gets a thought, “Could be those bullies from earlier”, “or cops”, “but we already live with the fuzz.”, “I know think that stops the fuzz from coming to your house though” Luke grips Colt’s shoulder to help himself stand-up.
“Hey, where are you going?” , “well Finn did say it would be ten minutes or so.” Luke says looking over the other side of the flat top roof, “ but you and I both know that ain’t no delivery guy…what if” Colt takes his hand and mimics a gun, pointing straight at Luke’s forehead. He swats Colt’s hand away “Get real, yeah someone is planning on attacking the random house hidden in the woods with special agents and some kids.”, “You say that like that isn’t an action-movie plot you just rattled off”, “I’m not saying your wrong, I’m just saying it’s less than likely to happen.” Colt rips open a portal to the backdoor. Both of them creeping along the side of the house to the front. “Hey, look their back” Colt looks on, stretching his neck to see anything “no, their headlights look dim and yellow”. Both Luke and Colt halt in their tracks, low to the ground peeking out the bushes “This is so unnecessary” Luke rolls his eyes as he something falls on his afro causing him to immediately and aggressively shake his head, “Dude, will you chill out man, you’re moving the bushes and it’s not like I asked you to follow me into the portal” Luke murmurs under his breathe at Colt while doing his best to stay stationary, “Well at least tell me if you’re seeing anything.” Cause all I’m getting is tires and boy could this dude use some new ones” They were wire rotten and balding, “yeah that’ll be $57.89”, “here you go” the exchange of bags taking place, leaves the two in a state of stealth as the casual conversation subsides.
As the front door slams closed along with the car door shortly after. It cranks up, sputters then zooms by with the Eastern Chinese wing restaurant sign in the window. They sit there for a while, watching the rear tail light even after they fade into the darkness and turn the corner, they still could hear the squeaking a few miles up the road. “Luke! Colt!” they both feel their hair on the back of their neck, the goosebumps come on heavy, they run to the back door swinging it open before Finn could even get a foot on the first steps. “You were upstairs, how’d you make it to the backyard?”, “well you asked me to go find Colt and I found him” Finn folds his arms, staring at the crumbling leaves in Luke hair “and what was it you were doing in the backyard Colt?” his face turns a dim red as his brain comes to nothing, “he was seeing how much distance he could get warping, caught him on the roof throwing a baseball with himself. The impressive distance at that I must say” Luke nudges Colt’s arm “Yup, that’s right”, “Well…” Finn’s eyebrow raises as he continues “Food is here.” He takes a glance at Kane who just tilts his head while reaching into the bag pulling his food out before passing it to Howard, Careful not to knock over the chessboard.
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The lights invading through her blinds make it hard for her to continue sleeping, she raises her hand to block it from her face causing her hibernating eyelids to awaken. Looking at her clock “ two-forty-five are we serious right now!.” Slowing getting out of the bed as to not disturbed Bee. Tip-toeing over to her window she sees a car, it’s bright lights too unnatural to be from around the area she thought, “who the hell?” her question echoes as haunting as those squeaky tires when it drove off.
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