Tale of the Prophet Bearer: The Dark Queen's Reign

Chapter 16: I Drink Tea after Escaping Jail

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The garage door opens, but it couldn't move fast enough for me. I let out a breath of relief as the familiar street comes into view. Finally, I can get to the others. I start to step out, but pause, glancing back at the other congregated behind me. They don't think they're supposed to go with me, do they? "Uh, stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes." I turn and rush out, not seeing the odd looks I know they are giving me.

I walk down the street. Don't fall on your face or those kids will laugh at you and that will bring attention. And attention is something I don't need. Keep walking and everything will be fine.

"Phil?" I hear Mr. Jenkins' voice as I pass his house.

Nope, no Phil here, keep walking.

"Coulson?" He calls again.

I pause. Maybe his first name is Phil... I turn to face him. "Yeah?"

"What are you doing here?" He stands from the porch swing, leaning against his cane. "I thought you had some important mission to take care of."

"I..." I clear my throat and shrug. "I do."

"Then why are you here?"

"Top secret—I mean classified things. Ya' know, the... classified stuff that I'm not allowed to tell because it's classified."

Mr. Jenkins raises his eyebrows, adding to the wrinkles tracing across his forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yep," I nod, popping the 'p'.

"Alright then," He chuckles and shakes his head. "Would you like to come inside for some tea? The kettle should be warm by now."

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks but no—"

Mr. Jenkins sighs and shakes his head, looking ashamed. "Did anything I teach you about tea? You should know there's always time for tea."

I bite my tongue. I have to get back to the others as soon as I can. There's no telling what will happen if they break Coulson out of the MCA. I'm about to go crazy in his body and I want mine back. I sigh. "Okay, fine. But just one cup. A small cup. I have things to classified things."

Mr. Jenkins chuckles and nods, stepping inside as he beckoned me to follow. I glance at the woods. This tea better not be too hot because I'm going to drink it fast. I follow him and sit on the couch, bouncing my leg.

Mr. Jenkins hobbles over with a tray of steaming tea and sets it on the coffee table. "I'm surprised to see you, Phil," Mr. Jenkins says as he offers me a cup and takes his own. "I thought you were going to be in Mexico by now."

I take a sip, burning my tongue in my haste. "I was," I clear my throat, swallowing with difficulty. "But I had to do... things because other things came up."

"I see," Mr. Jenkins takes a slow sip. "What things came up?"

"Uh, classified," I nod, finding this a good way to not answer questions. "Yeah, it's very classified."

"You know you can tell me about these things. I'm not clueless about everything that happens in your job."

I take another sip, making this one last longer so I can think of something to say."Well, you see, Mr. Jenkins, there's—"

"I'm stopping you there," Mr. Jenkins holds his hands up, to silence me. "I told you to call me Harold, not Mr. Jenkins."

I pause. "Harold?"