FEVER

Chapter 5

"Stop sulking. You look like a baby," Eric chastised Elena.

"I can't believe I'm stuck doing internship work. Am I to become the coffee girl?" Elena whined, eyeing the boxes that filled the storage room.

Eric grabbed a clipboard from a lone folding table. His eyes scanned the attached sheet.

"Uh, be grateful that this is what he's letting you do- you don't want to be involved with anything else."

"So what's in these boxes?" She asked, placing a hand on one.

"Gun parts."

Elena removed her hand as if she'd been burned.

"What?"

"Yeah, the shipment from the Romanians. Doesn't feel like internship work now, does it?"

"Eric, I don't-- have a gun license or anything! I can't be caught handling this stuff," she places her hands on her hips.

Eric turns his attention to her. He raises an eyebrow. "I guess we'll just have to be extra careful, right?"

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One hour later saw them go through most of the boxes, Elena checking the contents and Eric taking notes of what was inside.

"Only four left it looks like. Wanna take a break?" Eric said.

Elena pushes some boxes aside and cleared a space on the floor. "I'm way ahead of you." She lowered herself on the floor, spreading her arms and legs as far as they could go.

"Please, don't say anything about the dirty floor," she croaked, closing her eyes.

A knock came from the door. Elena stayed perfectly still on the floor while Eric walked over to the door.

"Yes?" He answers.

"I-uh, was sent here by some guys upstairs?" Came the male voice that Elena couldn't see.

Eric shrugged. "Come in, come in."

Elena could hear feet shuffling, followed by the door closing again.

"That's Elena on the floor, and I'm Eric, you?"

Elena sits up to get a better look at the man. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, his hair closely shaved to his head and his cheeks were pink. He was handsome in an odd sort of way.

"Kevin, nice to meet you both," Kevin raised his hand and awkwardly waved at Elena.

"Hi," Elena smiles warmly at him.

"They sent you down to help?" Eric asks.

"Yeah, it would seem so, they said you're doing inventory or something?"

"Well, we're almost fucking finished! I can't believe these people," Elena shook her head, standing from the floor.

Kevin looks at her, a bit startled. "Oh, I don't mean you, you just got here," she assures him.

"Sorry, Kevin. For some reason, Elena is surprised everyone here isn't the welcoming committee from her private ski resort in Switzerland," Eric rolls his eyes at his friend; she sticks her tongue out at him.