Grey

By: CestLindor

folder Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male

Rating: Adult +

Chapters: 15

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Category: Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male

Rating: Adult +

Chapters: 15

Views: 10,821

Reviews: 73

Recommended: 0

Currently Reading: 4

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.

Fallon Proctor

Grey

Chapter Four: Fallon Proctor

The feeling of transporting – going from one place to another without moving a limb yourself – was not as pleasant as one might think. What actually happened – as Zeke had explained when I asked him – was that our bodies, being in physical contact with the teleporter para, Zeke, disintegrated into billions of teeny, tiny pieces. Then he directed them towards the chosen destination.

,,But I can only go to places I have been to before,” he told me with his crooked smile. He cast a glance toward Hutton in his chosen place in the doorframe to the game shop, then blinked at me. ,,It works almost like a bus going from one stop to the other. The only difference is – I’m not a bus, and I’m a hell of a lot faster!”

We had stood leaning up against the back wall in the garage and waited while Norewood and Mary closed the big door so that no one from the main street could see us disappearing into clear air. Zeke’s eyes caught mine and a tongue grazed his crooking lips with a quick lick. I could almost hear his words after his declaration that he was also good at something else entirely, and I flushed.

A low growl had made me whip my head around to find Jeff looking at the transporter with burning eyes. He showed his fangs and snarled, his eyes slitting and his nails getting longer and thicker. ,,What are you-”

By that time Zeke had stood up with his hands raised in mock surrender and he backed away a little from Jeff and me, too, though he didn’t look anything near intimidated. ,,Hey, easy, dude! Chillax.” He smiled at Jeff and put his hands down again when he was in safer distance from the changer. He flashed me another crooked smile with smugness in his eyes. ,,I didn’t know he was taken.” Then he turned around, clasped his hands together, and asked whether everybody was ready to get the hell out of there.

Zeke had taken off his jacket, bound it around his hips and then rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt. We’d all had to touch the skin on his arm. When I had grabbed his upper arm I pointedly ignored Jeff’s low growl and his action of standing close behind me and putting his hand halfway over mine and only halfway touching Zeke’s skin.

The teleporter para had given us his crooked smile before he closed his eyes, his smile ever tugging on his lips. ,,Hold on!” he said followed by the very much unpleasant feeling of disintegrating – literally.

It felt like your body was made of sand – or your body was a sand sculpture (whatever one would prefer) – and then a vicious wind spread the sand corns, and you were no longer.

It was weird, because I could feel my mind. I knew I was thinking, and I knew that I knew I was thinking – but I didn’t have any control over a body. Even though I was thinking about how I wanted to raise my hand, nothing happened. My conception of time was disrupted, too, as I had no idea whether this was taking seconds, minutes or hours.

When I suddenly felt like I was whole once again, at first I wasn’t sure what that even meant. Though at some point, I finally moved my fingers hesitantly, but when I found out that nothing was wrong with my body, I opened my eyes and looked around.

I lay on a divan in a big room with stonewalls and marble floors. All around me other divans stood with Jeff, Mary and Norewood seemingly sound asleep on them. With worry making my heart pound harder I got up and moved over to the nearest divan where Jeff lay and reached out to shake him awake when I heard the double doors open behind me and I turned around.

I sighed in relief, though, when I saw Zeke walking in followed by a middle-aged man in a dark blue suit. He was of average height and had a little more fat on his sides than necessary. His brown hair was cut short and already had a reseeding hairline. When the man saw me he gave me smile I immediately identified as a winning smile. Because of that smile – and the fact that he was with the transporter para – it made me relax.

,,You must be Grey, I gather,” the middle-aged man said, a statement more than a question, but I nodded nonetheless and gave him a small smile. ,,My name is Fallon Proctor. A pleasure to meet you.”

After a short hesitation I reached out my hand and shook his offered one. His handshake was hard but not so hard as macho men did to show how manly and strong they were. I liked this man even better by each passing second. His smile seemed genuine as he gestured for me to follow him out of the room.

,,What about my friends?” I asked and stood my ground. Although this man, Proctor, seemed like an okay guy I didn’t want to leave my friends asleep like that.

Proctor gave me a reassuring smile and nodded toward Zeke who had taken over my divan with a magazine. ,,Zeke will look after them and contact us when they awake. Don’t worry.”

As I saw Zeke giving me his crooked smile and a wave before he engaged in the tabloids, I made my decision and followed the diplomat out of the room.

,,That’s the reception room,” Proctor told me as soon as we were outside in the hallway. ,,Every teleporter has a different way of making an appearance. Zeke has a bright light, Raven’s arrival is almost like an earthquake, and Hannah has a way of almost singing whenever she comes. I had that room made so that others wouldn’t notice the light, noise and movements.” He smiled and grinned as if we were sharing a joke between close friends.

We moved toward a staircase only leading up, and I figured that the reception room was situated in the basement. On the ascend we were quiet on both sides and I couldn’t help but regret following the man when I could just as well have stayed with Jeff, Mary and Norewood.

We reached a small room looking more like a storeroom than anything else. A door only half a meter from the end of the stairs led out into a narrow hallway with no other doors than the one to the basement. Proctor got out first and motioned for me to follow him down the hallway that joined into a kind of living room with cozy couches and armchairs. Proctor continued through the room and into what must have been the entrée. Coats and jackets hang along one of the walls and I could see the big double doors probably leading out onto the street outside the house.

A wide staircase led up to a landing on the floor above, and I could see a maid dusting the railings.

Proctor pointed toward two other doors and smiled at me. ,,The one on the left is my home office and the one on the right is the dining room and kitchen. Later, when your friends have woken up, you will dine with my family in there.” He turned his attention toward the stairs leading up to the next story. ,,You will be shown to the guest rooms while you wait for Raven. She should be here tomorrow by noon to pick you up and take you to Portobello Road.”

Furrowing my brow I opened my mouth to ask the man some of the questions that flooded my mind when he quickly began walking in a brisk pace toward the door to the dining room and kitchen.

,,Whenever I am transported I feel starved,” Proctor said and lead me through an elaborate and beautiful dining room and into a big kitchen. ,,Feel free to ask for some food.” He gestured toward the elderly woman and the middle-aged thin man working in the kitchens. They both looked up when we entered the room and smiled at Proctor.

,,Good afternoon, Mr. Proctor,” both the man and the woman said in unison.

,,Good day,” Proctor responded with his winning smile. ,,This is one of my lately arrived guests, Grey. Grey, these are my number one chefs, Marla and Thom. Marla, could you make the young man a sandwich and have it brought into my study? The long trip has made him hungry.”

Before I could even respond to anything at all I was herded out of the kitchen. I only managed a nod toward the chefs and answer their welcoming smiles before the door closed behind me. Without even the smallest of crescendo in his pace he led me to the entrée again and then though the door to his home office and study.

It was of average size with white walls covered by family portraits of Proctor, a woman and a young boy: Most probably his family. In the center of the room stood a bureau covered by papers and a stationary computer. There was a fluffy chair on each side of it, and along the walls – between the many pictures and portraits – stood bookcases filled with books. In one corner of the room stood two arm chairs with a little coffee table in between, and that was where Proctor was headed.

,,Please, sit,” he said and gestured with his hands, palms up.

,,Thanks…” Not really knowing what else to do, I complied and sought out the man’s eyes for some kind of explanation, anything. I felt like I had hundreds of questions but no way of asking any of them. Slowly some of them came to mind, though, but just as I opened my mouth to ask them, a maid came in carrying a tray with what looked like a club burger – big, juicy and wholeheartedly yummy. She nodded at us both and smiled before setting the plate down.

,,Thank you, Vivian,” Proctor said with a smile. When the maid had left the study and closed the door behind her, Proctor turned towards me again. ,,I guess you have some questions, Grey?”

I simply nodded while eying the delicious meal set before me. ,,Jeff said you’re a diplomat?” Hesitantly I took a bite of the food and didn’t look away from the man sitting opposite me.

Proctor merely grinned, smiling that winning smile once again. ,,I guess you could call it that, yes. I run an organization, Union of Paras’ Equality – UPE – that tries to uphold the rights that paras deserve. I have a research team who finds examples of discriminations against paras around the world. We bring it to light; hold talk shows and interviews, etcetera. Our number one goal is to open the eyes to the reality of paras: That we are not any different from other people; that we have self control, if not even more than normal humans, and that we don’t have to subjugate ourselves to how paras are treated now a days.”

It sounded like a practiced speech but the enthusiasm and spirit behind those words, the gleam in the man’s eyes, didn’t make it feel rehearsed at all – rather it felt like something that came directly from this man’s heart.

,,But it’s difficult,” Proctor then admitted, the smile on his lips turning bitter. ,,Humans are known to fight against what is different, what is not easy to understand. When something as extraordinary as people with supernatural powers are exposed, many normal persons are scared and they will do everything to fight it – and, ultimately, to get rid of the source of their fright.

,,That is in reality what we try to undermine; this fear of paras. We have supporters, many big organizations around the world, but we also have many… I think ‘enemy’ is a little too strong a word, but it is also the most fitting one, unfortunately.

,,And it doesn’t really help when the Blood is fighting against everything we stand for!” His smile disappeared completely at the mention of the Blood, and I frowned around the sandwich.

,,The Blood?”

His anger dissipated and he looked at me again. ,,A group of paras fueled by anger and resentment. They are lead by Verona Kelly and Michael Quincy, and they are not known for their fondness of any human.”

I nodded slowly to myself. From what I had heard of the two paras from Jeff, Norewood and Mary – and from what I had experienced at Ayers’ company – I had already found out about that.

,,But what is it exactly that they do?” I asked, frowning. ,,The Blood?”

Proctor sighed and looked briefly down on his hands. ,,That is what is most unfortunate. They have a research team of their own – that is what I personally think at least – that gathers knowledge of other paras around the world. If those paras are treated poorly by any human, they strike. Of course, they help the para in need, but different from what we do, the Blood kills the humans. Their act of vengeance is what is causing the fear among humans to increase and not decrease, unfortunately. Most humans think of the paras as a whole fellow-minded entity. If one para is capable of – and willing of, perhaps even with pleasure – killing a human, then by all means, they must all be capable of it.”

A horrible thought suddenly made me blanche and I closed my mouth before I could vomit up my really delicious sandwich. If Quincy and Kelly hadn’t come to Ayers’ company, would the guards and all other innocents they had killed there still be alive? Was I the reason why people had died?

When I looked up I saw Proctor’s eyes locked on me. ,,What is it, Grey?”

,,It’s just…” I hesitated. Could I trust Proctor? He didn’t seem like an enemy, and even though he seemed to be familiar with the place Portobello Road, should I confide in him? After a moment of hesitation I shrugged. If the others were willing to trust in this guy even a little, I could answer him. ,,They came to my… workplace one day. I contacted Blake via the Internet earlier, and after I met them I thought I shouldn’t be where they knew I was, so I asked Blake to help me.” Although that day had been jumpy and all over the place with guns, car chase and whatnot, I smiled a little to myself. ,,Next thing I know Jeff carried me through a forest and to their car. But while I escaped from Kelly and Quincy I looked over the security footages of the cameras and I saw them… killing guards from the company.”

Proctor nodded as I spoke, and his eyes didn’t leave mine. ,,That is how they are, I’m afraid.” His expression grew somber until he seemed to shrug it off and peered at me with curious interest. ,,You had time to look in the security camera room during the attack?”

Slowly shaking my head no, I looked down at the sandwich again, my appetite resurfacing. ,,It’s part of my Talent,” I answered, not wishing to go deeper into it. I took a huge bite so that if Proctor asked me a question I would have enough chewing time to figure out how to avoid answering about my Talent.

Proctor hmph’ed but let it go.

I looked up at the man. He looked so normal it was weird thinking of him as a para. I tried picturing him casting lightening bolts through his hands or sprouting fur and claws, but nothing of it seemed to fit. He just seemed… average. A man who was engaged in his cause but nothing more than that. He seemed so plain and un-extraordinary that I felt baffled. In two days I had experienced more otherworldly incidents than I had my entire life – of what I could remember, at least – that meeting with this man, this diplomat Fallon Proctor, had me feeling kind of numb.

He smiled suddenly before he turned toward me, and I realized that he knew I had been studying, rather staring, actually, at him. ,,You seem puzzled, Grey.” Not a question; a statement.

I blushed but couldn’t bring myself to deny it. ,,Well, when I pictured a para diplomat I… I hadn’t really… Well…”

He seemed to take pity on me as he gave me his winning smile and nodded his agreement. ,,Yes, I am not really the picture of a fighter for equal rights.” He settled back in his chair, completely at ease with himself; the big smile to testify it. ,,In my youth, when I decided that this was what I wanted to do, I hated my appearance. I thought that no one was ever going to notice me. But when I started experiencing with long hair, piercings and the like I found out that no one took me serious. As I grew into my role at the head of this organization, I learned to appreciate how I look.” He glanced at me and his eyes lit up almost playfully. ,,It is because I look as I do that many humans feel at ease with me. I am the proof that paras are normal, average persons but with the privilege of a Talent. They don’t expect me to sprout fire or make them all levitate off the ground. Most of them are actually quite baffled when they learn I am a para.

,,I like to look at myself as a kind of Francois Hollande – a prior French president.” He smiled his winning smile and his eyes gleamed. ,,In France the presidents tend to have a certain image – like Nicolas Sarkozy and Jacques Chirac – so when the rather plain Hollande won the election back in 2012 many were, well, baffled.”

,,Oh,” I said, not really knowing much about the presidents of France, but finding it interesting none the less.

Grinning, Proctor leaned forward again and caught my eyes. ,,With my Talent I always knew I would be some kind of diplomat.” He looked at me knowingly, his eyes daring me to ask him the very question I was actually going to ask him.

,,What is your Talent? – If you don’t mind.” I complied. ,,Wit or changer?” The last I asked after a short hesitation. That was what Blake had asked me. I didn’t know if it was normal protocol when asking another para of his Talent but I gave it a shot.

Before he answered, his lips twitched a little, bemused. ,,Wit or changer? Well, that depends on how you look at those two terms. Me, I see all paras as what you call a wit. When a para shoots energy out from his hands, he uses his mind to control it. Also, with a para who morphs into another shape it is triggered by an order from the para’s mind. Paras are already divided into groups, I say we do not encourage that.” He sounded like a politician lecturing the people in charge of his campaign. Then he smiled and settled back in his chair once again. ,,But to answer your question, my Talent is empathy which has served my career fairly well.”

,,Empathy? You can read emotions?” Well, now that I thought about it, that Talent did seem to fit him, and I could see how much of an advantage that could be when holding a speech or some charity event – hey, what did I know?

Proctor nodded. ,,I can alter them to some degree, too, though I mostly just read the atmosphere in a room and act accordingly. When having a meeting about the paras’ rights it would not be good if the humans involved found out that their emotions, their minds even, had been tampered with.” His lips twitched, he got that bitter, sharp smile on his face again, and he looked down at his hands for a moment. When he turned his gaze to me again there was no trace of the bitterness left. Only his winning smile – which I guessed now, he used on the people he had to convince of the paras’ rights.

I nodded to myself, suddenly understanding the man a lot better. ,,Your organization,” I started, my curiosity still not sated, ,,helps the paras who have been abused, you said that. What happens to them after?”

The look of seriousness came over Proctor, and I realized how grave a question this was, what with the abused paras involved. ,,Usually they stay with me, here, and help me with the cause. I have buildings around town that I lend out to them. I get them jobs in the surrounding areas so that they can bring food on the table. Or I offer them refuge with Blake up in the mountains at Portobello Road. Most do either that or stay here. Unfortunately, a few find in themselves a great amount of hatred and want for vengeance. They seek out the Blood.”

Before I could ask anything more I heard food steps from outside the room. It sounded like the person was running but then suddenly stopped for a moment. I frowned. Could it be one of the maids in the house or something?

When I heard the growl from the entrée everything made sense. That was the ‘or something’ all right.

The growl grew in volume, and the door to the study was wrenched open by a very angry looking, hairy, slit-eyed, clawed Jeff. Although he was still roughly the same size as usual, his tail had also grown out, and it was swishing agitatedly form side to side. When those glowing yellow slitted eyes caught mine, I drew in a deep breath. Knowing what was to come, I stood up and took a tentative step towards him.

My movement seemed to trigger the changed para in action, and with a little more growling and snarling, Jeff almost threw himself through the room and completely embraced me with arms, legs, and… tail. His arms encircled my waist, one of his legs went between mine, his face shot down to the nape of my neck, and his tail went around one of my legs several times. I was as locked and immobile as they come.

His chest vibrated with the growling and snarling at first, but after a while with sniffing my scent, he calmed down and began purring. As soon as he got all kitty-ish, I tried to fry us apart, but his hold only tightened and he gave out a threatening growl.

,,Jeff.” I tried to hold a warning in the tone.

Jeff just sniffed a few couple of times more before he drew back, the fur almost gone, the claws shorter and the eyes the normal mesmerizing black. The only thing that stayed was the tail, and it slowly snaked its merry way up my leg and settled around my waist.

,,Jeff,” I said again, outright glaring at him while I tried to pick the tail off of me.

All I got was that droopy smile and the white tip of his tail was patting up my back.

A clearance of throat made both of us turn toward Proctor as he stood from his seat and offered Jeff his hand. When Jeff didn’t respond, he merely chuckled and gathered them behind his back. ,,You must be Jeff, I gather. My name is Fallon Proctor.”

Jeff merely nodded and his tail tightened around me as he tugged at me to stand behind him. ,,What were you doing up here?” he asked with a rough voice, bordering on growling once again. He turned to Proctor. ,,Why wasn’t Grey waking up at the same time as us?”

Once again chuckling, Proctor looked Jeff straight in the eyes. ,,I wanted a chance to meet him and talk to him. From what Zeke gathered, Grey is quite new to all of this.”

Again, Jeff tightened his hold around me and I gasped in some breath. ,,Jeff,” I said again, waiting until he looked at me. ,,If you don’t let go of me now, I’ll make sure nothing electronic will ever work the way you expect again. Ever, ever again.”

For a brief moment he actually considered not heeding my threat, but when I connected with the lights in the room and had them blinking rapidly and uncontrollably, he finally sighed and unwrapped his tail from around me. In a matter of second his tail was gone from his body.

By the time I was freed, Mary, Norewood and Zeke stood in the doorway. Mary and Norewood both shrugged off Jeff’s and my behavior and moved inside, while Zeke seemed amused, his crooked smile playing over his lips. Jeff growled and moved as if to grab a hold of me again, but I hurriedly stepped out of his range. That only seemed to amuse the teleporter more.

Proctor clasped his hands together and gave a big smile to everyone present – whether they were smiling back at him or not – and gestured toward the entrée. ,,Everyone, may I introduce to you my wife, Leonora, and my son, Samuel.”

When we all turned around at the same time the newly arrived stiffened slightly, but as soon as the woman’s eyes found her husband’s she seemed to relax.

She was middle aged and looked as average as Proctor, but somehow the plainness of her features became her beauty, a natural beauty that didn’t have anything to do with what showbiz deemed as ‘true beauty’. She had brown hair reaching just above her shoulders, her skin was whitish but not pale and she had round brown eyes, a straight nose and lips that seemed to naturally smile. She had on a black dress falling just under her knees with prints of red roses. She moved with the grace of a woman confident with herself as she strode into the study and kissed Proctor on the cheek.

The boy was about fourteen. He was a little taller than his parents but he appeared gangly and skinny, puberty awkward, with a minor attack of acne on his face. He looked more like his mother with the same straight brown hair – his chopped short, following the shape of his skull – and the round brown eyes. He wore a white button down and black jeans. He looked like what he was: The son of some kind of politician.

While Samuel stayed put in the entrée Leonora was looking around at each of us inside the study intensely with one of her hands on her husband’s shoulder. I’m not sure whether I imagined it or not, but when her eyes passed over me they seemed to narrow just slightly before she turned her gaze to Jeff.

Her voice was soft and… woman-like – that was the most fitting word filtering through to my mind as I listened to the velvety sound waves going through the room. ,,It is a pleasure to meet you. I hope your stay in our home will be enjoyable, and I am looking forward to get acquainted to you all more at dinner. For now I am afraid you must excuse me.” She gave a gracious smile and a formal nod to everyone in the room, and next she slid through the room and disappeared into the entrée.

Well, that was abrupt, I thought and shook my head to shake it off. Although she seemed to be the epitome of formalness and politeness she hadn’t even waited to hear our introductions. Well, I thought a millisecond later, perhaps she was just busy. And she is right. We have the dinner to get to know each other.

The boy seemed a bit more sociable and ventured into the study with a broad smile. He almost ran to his father and – despite his pubescent age – embraced him and buried his face in the nook of Proctor’s shoulder – taller than his father as he was. ,,Dad, you should have been there! There were jets from the military, both old and new! And veteran propellers! And they were all doing tricks in the air just above the audience’s heads! It was so cool.” When Samuel finally released his father it was to at him with the most expressed adoration I had – and ever would, probably – see on a teen’s face delivered to one of his parents. It seemed like Samuel Proctor’s idol right now was his father.

Proctor smiled – not his winning smile this time, it was a more genuine, almost private smile – and ruffled up the nicely set hair, immediately making the boy look more like a regular teen. ,,I am glad you enjoyed the show, Sam.” Proctor looked up and caught my eyes, suddenly lighting up more, and turned his son around so he faced us. ,,Sam, I would like you to meet our guests.” Proctor started with Mary, then Norewood and Jeff. ,,Zeke you already know,” he said as the teleporter para winked at the boy, ,,and this is Grey. Now, I’ve heard Grey is a bit of ‘Mechanic’. Why don’t you tell him about your day?”

And as quickly as the boy had embraced his father, he turned to me and embraced into conversation. Though, it was more of a monologue, actually; with me as the ever interested audience nodding, smiling and exclaiming ‘ah’s and ‘ooh’s all the right places.

Samuel Proctor surprised me. He knew a lot more about airplanes than an average audience at an aircraft show would. He told me of all the machines, their names, serial numbers, and how they looked. Some of them he could see were made recently but inspired by the design of old days, and some of them were actual veterans saved from rusting and crumbling into extinction. I finally had an opportunity to let go of the steam from my last time at Ayers’ company where I had buried myself in flight manuals and books of airplane machinery.

We had settled down in the chairs Proctor and I had used only minutes before, and it surprised me when someone came knocking on the door. For the first time since Sam initiated our conversation, I realized that we were along in the study.

The maid, Vivian whom I had met earlier, opened the door and told us that dinner was ready now, and that the others were waiting for us in the dining room.

We stood up and went out to the entrée and hurriedly entered the dining room.

As Vivian had told us; everyone was already seated and talking. It seemed Mary and Leonora had broken the ice, and I could also see Zeke talking excitedly with Norewood about some game. Proctor sat at the head of the table with a contented expression, while Jeff sat two seats away from him with a grim look. When he saw me, though, his gloomy eyes began shining and he gave me that droopy smile.

I couldn’t stop but feel weird about it. Although Jeff had been doing that for two days now, I had only stopped to think of it now. Why was he acting like this? Was it really just something to do with his para Talent? Did I just have a smell that he really liked? The way he had looked when Zeke teased me back in Hutton’s garage hadn’t indicated that it was just affection to my smell. But what could it be then? I hurriedly shrugged it off, not having the energy or will of going down that road.

Sam sat down between his father and Jeff so that left me with a seat between Mary and Norewood with Zeke across from me, though Norewood and he were talking around me about that game.

Dinner went rather well. Every time there was a threat of awkward silence Proctor agilely smoothed into a new topic. His Talent in empathy really seemed like a bonus at these kinds of situations.

Although I decided on not thinking about Jeff, I spent most of the evening pointedly avoiding his attention. Instead I was in deep conversation with Sam who only seemed thrilled to have me listening at his every word.

It was first at the sudden end of dinner that Jeff managed to sneak in on me.

The first unexpected thing that happened was the breathless man barging in with sweat dripping down his face. His hair was tousled and he hurried over to whisper something in Proctor’s ear before he left with a solemn mien.

The silence that permeated the room had my eyes feeling numb – as if I had suddenly gone deaf but didn’t dare to test it out in this heavy, foreboding muteness.

Soon after, Vivian entered with a concerned frown marring her features looking at Proctor who had moved out from his chair. He looked as solemn as the messenger had. ,,You will all have to follow Vivian,” he said, voice graver than I had ever in my life heard a voice be. ,,I have some hidden hideouts in the house, and I would like you five to use them. Now.”

Pale and with wide eyes, Mary was the first to break in after Proctor’s words. ,,Why? Who are we hiding from?”

Proctor and Vivian began marching out of the rooms and the rest of us scrambled after them. The only ones that stayed behind were Sam and Leonora. Just before the door closed behind me I could see Marla and Thom hurriedly clearing the table of any evidence that we had even been in the room.

,,That was my informer,” Proctor said over his shoulder. ,,The police is preparing a surprise inspection here. And they’re on their way now.”

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