The November Order

💎 XIX : UPS

Reke tapped away at her keyboard as she sat cross legged on the table in Grey's cubicle. She picked up a clipboard from beside her and crossed another name of the list, "Xander 44 is a no show, he doesn't have access to anything like that," she stared at the two brothers who were resting their heads on the bed and got pissed. She used the clipboard to smack both of them on the heads, "no sleeping on the job," she yelled as the two jumped to their feet.

The brothers mumbled curses under their breath but the glare Reke fixed them with made them zip it.

"Any hope?" They asked simultaneously as they picked up their laptops from the table and sat back down.

"I've only got two more contacts to try, I'd have asked my parents but we know how this thing is hush hush," she sighed and stared at the bottom of the deck above her, "can't we convince him to go with something else?"

"No," the brothers sighed.

Blue and Grey groaned as they slumped on their seats, the pope had asked for the most annoying thing ever. Where were they supposed to get something like a semi automatic anesthetic shooting rifle.

"Well, I've done my best, you guys are the better skilled people for this," Blue stood up and marched down to the ground floor leaving Reke and Grey to glare at his back.

"Any suggestions on our next options?" Grey asked as he stretched out on his foldable chair.

Reke shook her head and closed her laptop, "I'm going to take a walk, maybe meet Aisha in the shooting range or work on the clothes a bit."

"Cool."

She stood up and dropped her laptop on the table next to the keyboard and her glass case. Reke ran her hand through her locks as she walked down the stairs. She knew all she needed to do was settle down and think but the one person who helped her calm down easily was being stupid and avoiding her. She had half the mind of using her studded biking gloves to punch him in the gut when she saw him again.

*

The heavy use of black and purple paint on the wall would seemed like the thirteen year old was going through an emo phase but she was the happiest she'd ever been. There was a poster of egyptian deities above the study table and red lava lamp beside her collectors edition speaker on the dresser.

Reke sat on her study chair and watched her phone as it lay on the bed, she stared at the clock and then at the phone again. She groaned, "how long does it take for the clock to get to six?" She cried as she looked at the clock again. She stood up from her chair and plopped down on the bed, this seemed to be the longest five minutes ever.

She sat up, "come on Reke, why are you being paranoid," she sighed, "it's not like you practically forced your number on him without him asking," she gained a horrified look, "oh no," she gasped and jumped off her bed, "what if he thinks I'm thirsty, or cheap, what if he thinks I'm a crazy?"

She chuckled and face palmed, even if he was cute, and she really liked him, if he had those thoughts she wouldn't like him anymore, "besides I'm special, anyone will be lucky to know me," she grinned and sat up she turned towards the clock and her grin grew even wider, "any minute now, don't disappoint…"

The sounds of her ringtone cut her off, she danced filled with excitement, she almost forgot to pick the call. She face palmed and quickly put the phone to her ear after taking a deep breath. She glanced at the clock and smirked, "Hello Ada, you're a minute late."

"my apologies, I'll work on my timing next time," she fell on her bed and kicked her feet in the air, 'such a gentleman,' she sang in her head.

She calmed herself and laughed softly, "so there's going to be a next time?" Her inner obirin dared him to not take the hint.