Criminal Activity

Chapter Fifteen

 It's been almost two weeks since Charles gave us the news about the flash drive. We still haven't figured out what we want to do about the whole mess. I think that we should send a spy to Syria. I have been thinking long and hard about it and I just might volunteer myself to go and get information. I still haven't talked to Tom about it either.

I heard the door open and go to greet Tom. Maybe I should just tell him right now. The sooner I tell him, the sooner we can launch the plan.

"Hey, L. Can I talk to you for a second?" I approach him with a serious look.

"Yeah?" he half asks, half answers.

"I've thought long and hard about the flash drive information and I believe that we should send a spy to Syria. Maybe even two."

"Funny you should say that. I was thinking the same thing," he responds with a chuckle.

"I want to volunteer myself for it. I want to go to Syria," I say straight out. Tom just sits there with his mouth wide open. He doesn't look like he's going to say anything. We sit there for a few minutes in total silence and he doesn't change his expression. "Tom? You still with me?" I ask.

"No."

"What?"

"You are not going to Syria. You are not going to put yourself into anymore danger." He says sternly. I knew he was going to say this. I just want to actually be apart of this mission. I don't want to be making plans and not be apart of them. It just isn't fair.

"You can't keep me out of every single mission, Tom. It's no fair. I don't want to sit around and do nothing while everyone is risking their lives to prevent World War Three. I will volunteer myself. I just thought I should tell you first," I say, then storm out of the house.

I call Charles and tell him to meet me at the Starbucks next to the mall. When we meet up, I explain everything to him.

"I want to volunteer myself," I say. He laughs.

"You're kidding right?"

"Does it look like I'm kidding? Do you really think I would waste your time with some ridiculous joke? I don't think so. Can I go or not?"

"I mean, we would have to talk to the rest of the group and see what they think, but I don't see why not," he responded seriously this time. He explained that all I would have to do is wait until the next meeting which will be in four days. I don't go to the meetings, but I get feedback from Charles. I thank him, pay, and leave.

When I get home, I find Tom laying on the couch staring at the ceiling. Great! Now he's upset. Just what I needed. I walk over to him and kneel on the floor.

"Babe, please don't be mad. I just want to do more because it's my parents who made this mess," I say.

"It's not that I'm mad. I'm scared. I really don't want to lose you. I really don't. You mean the world to me and I don't want you going and risking your life because your parents screwed up."

"You know you would do the same if you were in my position. You know this," I said, trying to reason with him.

"Why don't we talk about this tomorrow? I will think about it later. Let's just watch some more of The Walking Dead." I nodded and turned the TV on. I went to the kitchen to pop some popcorn. Someone knocked at the door so I went to answer it. I open the door to reveal Selena holding flowers. I smiled and thanked her and welcomed her in.

"Oh, sorry dear. I can't stay. I just came to bring you a home warming gift. I'll stop by tomorrow. Have a good night!" She turned around and left. That was weird. I place the flowers in a vase, pour the popped popcorn in a bowl, and head to the living room where Tom is laying. I cuddle up with him and we watch The Walking Dead until we both fell asleep.