(TSF 1 or The Sub-sequent Fate) Hu-mans Path #1

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    Sebastian Talbot was getting ready for a late breakfast with his family. Not biologically, but more like his extended family, if you exclude his sons and daughter. He was a scientist who was slightly unorthodox. He dressed casually and wore a lab coat when the occasion called for it. He was a mature man, with flecks of grey hairs and dark brown eyes. His face was that of a distinguished gentleman. "Everything looks delicious, B.B." He said.

 "Ah,come on! Could you stop calling me that? It's Bailey. I'm not really little anymore." She whined. 

"Alright, Bailey. No matter how old you are, I'll always see you as my little B.B." 

She sighed.

He kissed her forehead. "I'll take this food to my office; let me know when the others are back. We go back on schedule after breakfast." He said. Bailey followed him with her almond shaped eyes, and sighed. Someone was making fun of the situation, typical for this family.

"Aww, don't pout B.B." Devin Sutton snickered.

"Very funny, Devin, now shut up." She replied. 

"It's okay, Bailes, B.B. is a cute nickname." Elise Hunter continued. "Besides, they say that pouting too much...will give you frown lines." She checked her watch." Um, does anybody know what the 'Charles Plan' is? I mean, how exactly do we stop this guy?" Elise asked

 "Don't know. But Nate, Tense, and Peter are tryin' to track him now. Liam and Anne, are on the way here."

Bailey replied. She picked up a muffin, and examined it. "You know Devin, you could probably use some fiber." She said and tossed it his way. 

"Yo! You're right, thanks!" He smiled and bit into it. The taste was unbearable, and bland, and he spit it out immediately. 

"Ha! Eat bran...you T. Pathis." She laughed, along with Elise. Soon, so did he. They went back to eating, and worrying about the enemy.

    The EveryDyne Diner was a place of business, never playtime. Tell that to its employees. They were always good when the boss, Pamela was around, but on their breaks, it was relaxing and play time. Nonstop gossip, flirting, and of course, food sampling. Noelle Amus, was doing inventory, after her conversation with CJ, she was frazzled. She was a waitress, doing what she was paid to do, and overtime. Of course the occupation came with a dress code: Silver Skirt/Pants, Purple Top/Blouse, and White and Silver cap, berets for the cashiers and cooks. Any shoe was acceptable as long as it was flat, closed-toed, and white. She always wore her cap backwards; her boss never complained about it, so why change it? Her sneakers were always shiny, no matter what the disaster, she'd take a small break; and bring the beauty back to them. Her black streaks accentuated her blonde hair. 

    Jezzi Cortlen however, wasn't the perfect employee, and her performance could use some work. She was dressed exactly like, but shorter than Noelle. Her eyes were distracted. It was always hard for her to do her job, when Callum Nour was up front. Being anywhere near him made her babble, more than she usually did. It wasn't hard for everyone to figure that all her signals wouldn't work with someone like him. No one noticed Pamela at the door, until the bell, at the entrance door rang. Pamela Webb was a good boss, if she was happy. Her mocha face, spilled her secret, it said that she wasn't even pleased. She examined everyone in the room. It was almost time to open to customers, and someone was missing.

 "Where's CJ?" She asked. 

Noelle panicked, and rushed to her friend's defense. "We, uh sent her for supplies." Noelle replied

 "Really?" Pam inquired

"Uh huh! We're low...on tomatoes! And special spices, Doug can't cook without his special spices, you know."