Decipher | Watty's 2017

LXVII. Lamprophony

Lamprophony

/lam-prof-uh-nee/

noun

loudness or clarity of voice

My body jolted forward as I woke from my sleep. I had struggled through the night as I tried to make sense of why only the boys were being sent. Yes, they were the best of the best, reserved for only the hardest assignments; however, they were a hit squad, not a raiding team. As thoughts of the boys taking over an assassination mission, my mind began to fog up and my body moved away from the sleeping angel beside me, making my way to the core's meeting room in hopes to find more information concerning the life threatening raid. When I arrived, darkness was surrounding the room, causing me to turn on the overhead lights before sitting at the familiar table, only I was alone this time.

My fingers shook as I looked up the title, saying a prayer in my head that it would not be classified. Thankfully it wasn't, allowing me to access it quickly and skim through the ground plan fairly quickly. Details of the supplies were the first portion of the document as I briefly caught a glimpse of everything from medical items such as gauze and anesthetic to food, which was unspecified. Despite having a growing farm around the colony, the need for meat was still a widely renowned resource that everyone knew was depleting rapidly.

As I continued looking into the file, nothing of assassinations appeared to be listed, making me question the very nature of Luke and the boys being assigned this specifically. At the end of the last paragraph, I scrolled back to the top, reading over it once again to make sure I didn't miss anything and then repeating this when I finished reading through the details a second time.

"I think you got all the information the first time," Luke spoke, causing my body to jump in fright before relaxing as I recognized the blonde's voice. "Why are you looking through this?" he asked as he approached my frame, which was still sitting in one of the chairs by the table. His arms wrapped around my shoulders as his lips made contact with my neck, attempting to distract me from the purpose of my hacking.

"I found it odd that an assassin squad was being used for a raid," I muttered, my eyes remaining on the table as I scrolled through the document again. My shoulders were tense as Luke began rubbing them, not saying another word to interrupt my study of the case file.

"You know," he began, prompting me to release a huff of air at his disturbance. "I'm glad that the sassy, over-protective Melissa is back because if she weren't," he paused, leaving more kisses on the back of my neck as if he thought that would distract me, despite it not working last time. "I would be doing some dangerous shit and then, when you realized what I did, you would kill me," he finished, laughing to himself as I turned and gave him a disapproving glance before returning to my study.

"Okay," he finally admitted, moving my hands away from the table and forcing my body to face his as he spoke. "That isn't going to tell you anything that I don't already know," he explained shyly, rubbing the back of his neck before continuing on with his thought. "So why don't you ask me?"

"Why are they having a special ops team go and get the medical supplies?" I asked, receiving a pointed look from Luke as he released a sigh.

"I already told you why," he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as I glared back at him. Something within me was fighting against his statement though as I found my suspicions rising with each breath he took. Nothing was adding up.

"You and I both know that answer you gave me was bullshit, so why don't you tell me so that we can both get some rest?" His face turned stoic at this statement, looking at me as though I had just crossed an invisible boundary.