Jim Armstrong and the Goblet's Curse

Chapter 21: Hopefully We Don't Ruin Anything

   "So, where exactly are we supposed to find this Luther Davis?"

Yet another day had passed, and we were sitting around the dining room table with some breakfast in front of us. Shea was up, rejuvenating herself with a cup of coffee and some toast. The rest of us had an assortment of things we found in Shea's cupboard: bagels and cream cheese, cereal and berries and muffins and yogurt. The air and floor had a chilly feel to it; December brought a new life to winter, and no matter what, there was always an air of cold.

James played with the rim of his cup. "That's the simple part, for once." He stole a strawberry off of Cecily's plate, who glared at him. "Luther Davis is not only the protector of the Silver Sand, but he's also the protector or the CN Tower."

"So, he's a Guardian?" Noah asked.

"No, but he serves the Union."

"But, if he serves the Union, then how does the Union not know that he's the protector of the Silver Sand?"

"Because they never asked, and he never told."

"So, how did you find out about him in the first place?"

"I may have... hacked into the Guardian Database eleven years ago," James mumbled.

Cecily looked up. "Really? That's crazy, I hacked into the Database to try and find you."

"Actually? Were you successful?"

"Yeah, we have a whole stack of papers that have every detail about you in our backpacks," Noah said, gesturing to our bags.

"That's not... creepy at all."

"We had no choice. You were making it kind of hard to find you."

"For good reason."

"Yeah, but it was a pain trying to find you. You like, disappeared off the face of the earth."

"It was intentional."

"Um," I cut in before Noah could respond. "Can we get back to the matter at hand?"

"Right, so we find Luther and we strike up a deal with him," James explained. "We do something for him, and in return he gets the Sand for us."

"We have to do something for him?" I asked.

"Yeah. He won't just give us the Sand for free," James replied, stealing another berry from Cecily, who seemed to be gripping her fork to keep herself from hitting him.

"So, we should get to the CN Tower as soon as possible," Shea said, draining her cup of coffee.

"We?" James asked, looking up at her.

"Well, yeah," Shea said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You can't possibly think that you were just going to come by here, get your memories back, and leave while I wished you good luck? No, I'm coming with you."

"You sure?" he asked her. "It could be more dangerous than I'm making it sound. Hell, it will be more dangerous than I'm making it sound."

"We're Guardians. Danger is our middle name." Shea said.

"Do we really have to all have the same middle name?" Noah inquired. "Because honestly, I prefer my real middle name, Jay."

We ignored him.

"Okay, so we have to get into the CN Tower carrying highly deadly weapons," Cecy said.

"Not to mention that we're wanted people," I added.