Dazed & Confused

[6]

{Mike's POV}

     I slam my computer down and throw it on the couch near me. I huff and call Colby down to my office. Soon, Colby walks in,
    "What Mike?" Colby asks, sitting in the chair in front of me.
    "There's footage of Panics' new member. Apparently, they have a motorcyclist on their side, who is especially good at car racing, no matter what vehicle he has." I fold my arms across my chest and rest my forearms on the desk. Colby takes a deep breath,
     "So, what do we do?" Colby asks, looking at me. I sigh and look away from him.
    "I don't know. Have you speculated who it could be?" I watch as Colby's face drops. Colby gulps and avoids eye contact.
     "Yes but you'll hate who I came up with." Colby breaths out. I turn my full attention to Colby, who stills, avoids eye contact.
     "And who would that be?" I ask, leaning close to him over the desk. Colby sighs,
    "Sam." My heart drops deep into my stomach. I stare at Colby with a blank expression.
    "He's dead Cole." I finally say after minutes of silences.   
    "I know. That's why I'm looking for someone with those same skills." Colby sighs once again and actually looks at me. I sigh,
"Okay, your free to go." Colby nods and gets up, leaving the room. I rub my face and zone out. What if Sam is really alive? I shake my head and continue working.

[Later That Night]

{Sam's POV}

I jolt wake up to a random banging noise from outside. What the fuck? I slowly slip out of bed and grab the gun in my drawer, loading it before walking towards my window, stopping only a couple feet away as to make sure nothing can't see me. I lean forward and back to look around but see nothing. The fuck? I slowly creep towards my door and slowly open it. I step out into the living room, closing the door behind me slowly before walking towards the windows in the kitchen.
     "Sam, what are you doing dude?" Jake whisper yells from the hallway. I jump and almost drop my gun.
     "Jesus dude," I huff, placing my hand on my knee and my other hand on my heart.
     "Sorry." Jake whisper yells again as he steps closer to me.
     "You're fine." I wave at him before taking a deep breath and standing up right.
     "What were you even doing dude?" Jake asks as he opens the fridge and grabs so left over pizza from couple days ago.
     "I thought I heard something outside." I state calmly as I set my gun down on the counter, rubbing my face.
     "There was no noise dude. I would've heard it." I chuckle to myself with my face still in my hands.
     "Sorry Jake but you're hearing is shit. Plus you get distracted easily, you wouldn't have heard it." Jake chuckles a bit, putting the pizza in the microwave.
     "You're probably right," I mumble a 'yeah' breathlessly before grabbing the stool and sitting down.
     "But I still think you're going crazy, man." I scoff a laugh,
     "Oookay Jake, Okay." Jake just shrugs and the microwave peeps. I rub my eyes before standing up.
     "Imma head back to bed." I softly mumble, grabbing my gun.
     "Okay dude. Don't let the bed bugs bite." I laugh a bit before opening my bedroom door and heading back to bed.