Page 6 of Unraveling Connections

Rage’s eyes light up as we continue down the corridor, “Yeah, that would be pretty amazing. Where do you think we should go?”

“We could put it to a vote?” I suggest and then immediately shake my head, “None of us would agree on one place.”

Rage chuckles again, “No, you’re right, we wouldn’t.”

“We’d have to come up with some other way to choose a place,” I muse, enjoying the what- if scenario, “oh, I know. We could all write a place that we want to go on a piece of paper and then pick one from a hat?”

“Good idea,” Rage replies, “it would be interesting to see where everyone would pick.”

“Where would you go?” I ask, aware that our steps have slowed.

Rage pauses as he thinks over his answer and tries to decide where he would want to go. He suddenly smiles, “I’ve always wanted to go to Scotland.”

His answer surprises me, “Really? I would have thought somewhere warm?”

He smirks, “I’m a redhead; we burn.” His words make me laugh, and his smirk turns into a full smile as he adds, “No, I do like the sun, but when my dad was actually at home when I was younger, he would tell me stories about our ancestors, and apparently, we have some in Scotland. He always made it sound pretty amazing, so I would love to go and explore at some time.”

“That is pretty cool. I don’t know anything about my heritage at all. Obviously my dad never told me anything, and I was too busy trying to survive to question it, and my mom, well the firsttime I saw her since I was a child was right before she got shot in the head, and I didn’t really get a chance to ask her anything.”

“I’m sorry, Ever,” Rage starts to say.

I wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t be. It is what it is; it can’t be helped or changed, although it does make me wonder.”

“About what?” Rage asks curiously.

“Well, I must have grandparents, right?” I ponder. I mean, I have thought about it briefly, but I haven’t really thought about it, “I do know that my father’s parents are dead, but what about my mother’s parents? Are they still around?”

“That’s a good question and definitely something that we could look into,” Rage replies.

The churning in my stomach clearly says that I am not ready for that, and I reply to Rage, “Maybe one day, but I don’t think any time soon. Suppose they are still alive who knows if they actually want to know me and more than that, if I want to know them. It would open a massive can of worms, and I don’t want to deal with any of that, at least not at the moment. Maybe not ever.”

“That is understandable. I think I would probably feel the same as you.” Rage admits.

I frown, “I’m sorry, I put a dampener on that conversation. I didn’t mean to.”

He pulls me to a stop and then pulls me close, leaning down and kissing me quickly, “Don’t worry about it; I always want you to say what is on your mind and tell me the truth. You didn’t ruin our conversation.”

“Good,” I reply, “for the record, I would love to go to Scotland with you.”

“You never said where you’d like to go?” Rage replies as we start to move forward again, trying to find the supply room.

I pull a face, “You know I actually haven’t properly thought about it before. I guess I would like to go somewhere warm,maybe somewhere where you can surf; I have always wanted to have a go at that.”

Rage smiles again, “There are lots of places that we can do that. We should look at a few when we get the chance and see which you would prefer to go to.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” I reply and then stop by the door, “Found it.”

We pull open the door to the supply closet and walk inside. It is roomier than you would think it would be, and as always, I am shocked by how well stocked it is. There are shirts and sweats in every size you could think of, all black because it is a neutral color and does not show up blood stains. If given a choice, agents would always choose to wear black. I suppose you could also find these things in a good hospital, possibly at a push, probably not. What really sets this place apart is that there are also weapons in here, just in case there is a need to stock up or something goes wrong.

There are bags in here, already packed up and ready to go. They are sorted into sizes of clothing and even the climate. It is not unusual that as soon as people get sorted out and healed up, they go on another job immediately, or their team has to go on a job while their member is in the hospital. This room is pretty much a just in case room, and they are in every hospital. I love working for the organization and I love that we have ended up here, we could have very easily ended up on the other side of the law. Having said that, we don’t have too much control over when a job needs to be done, and if we are the best ones for the job or even just the closest, then we are expected to go.

It is just how it is.

We quickly load up on enough blankets for everyone, and then we head back down the hallway and back to Luc’s room. It doesn’t take us very long and we end up heading in just as the doctor is coming out.

“What did he say?” I ask as we enter the room and start handing out the blankets.

“I’m good,” Luc replies. “They aren’t sure why I had the reaction that I did, and they would like to keep me in for a while longer to make sure that there are no adverse effects, but they don’t think that there will be. I am pretty sure I can convince them to let me out tomorrow.”

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