Tergiversation

Moving On With Them

We rode in five identical Silverado 3500 Hd's. They were all black and fully "jacked up". Ha ha I thought to myself, It looks like a matching set. Okay, down to business.

"Where are you taking us?" I asked. This downsized army wasn't radiating any immediate aura of threat. So I didn't feel the need to rush into the easily averted subject. The very robust and brawny man, who happened to be driving, was the first to answer. He had a SPAS-12 facing the floor in between his seat and what appeared to be his leader's seat. He answered in a thick Russian accent.

"We are going to the Rittenhouse hotel" He stated. I realized that that had been the conversations end.

"You're not very garrulous, are you?" I asked trying not to act to interrogatively. The man seemed quite, but all I wanted to do was exploit his knowledge.

"Sorry, but what?" He inquired. My mistake, I was quite ashamed. "What does Garrulous mean?"

"It means talkative"

You have to put things into layman's terms from now on I muttered to myself. This guy clearly didn't get a very good education. He was clueless! No need to smart-talk. My gaze drifted towards a rather attenuated yet muscular kid in the corner who was riding in the back with us. Whom Amy was talking to. He had a samurai sword slung tight to his shoulder. I began eavesdropping.

" ... I prefer melee over firepower" He was ranting about himself. I personally had to agree with him. He was bragging nevertheless and I didn't want him anywhere where he could try to "hook up" with my sister. I would first have him slaughtered at my own hands. But I realized, out of my  peripheral, the passenger of the rig. He was a soldier of a man he even had the buzz cut hair to go with it, he had thick jawbones and a thin face overall. Other than the rugged scar going from the top to bottom of his eyelid he was a very regal man. He seemed a little too calm, like he was hiding something. He radiated an aura of palpable intensity. It was almost intimidated. 

"Are you okay kid" he spoke in a thickly accented voice that I couldn't place. Russian, maybe?

"Yeah,"  I said trying not to sound too offsetting. " I'm just thinking about where we may be going."  

"It is a haven that I have created, I call it my Psychotic Sanctum, Ha ha" his honest laugh was joined by the driver. The kid in the back lightly chuckled, I think he only did so to avoid being singled out. Perhaps, I thought, he wasn't all that jocose, but that didn't seem accurate, not at all. I think he felt intimidated, like me, he appeared isolated; By the metaphorically stalemate. A possible school shooter.  I knew that that wasn't funny but, that is what it seemed like to me. It scared me to think that this frail man would be possible of destruction