Saving Grant Ward

Chapter Thriteen

After one final day in Qaqortoq, Ward and I got on a boat bound for Narsaq. I had to admit, part of me was sad to be leaving. The whole reason we'd come to Greenland was to check out talk of an orb in Narsaq, but once we got there, we'd have to be 100% alert and on guard. Spending a few days in Qaqortoq living life as a tourist and having fun with Ward had turned out to be seriously fun, and I was going to miss being that extra little bit carefree.

Still, our cover wasn't changing; we were Kayla and Derek, and Kayla and Derek were cheesy tourists to their core. To keep that up, we'd definitely have to have some fun in Narsaq.

After disembarking the boat (and taking lots of embarrassing pictures) we strolled through town to our hotel, trying to take in everything around us.

As we walked, the brilliance of our cover finally sank in. As tourists, we were supposed to be taking in all the sights and sounds, which gave us perfect cover for canvassing the whole area. It didn't matter that we were in Narsaq, close the the orb, where people might be looking for strangers acting suspiciously; taking pictures of everything and staring too long weren't suspicious activities for Kayla and Derek. 

I had to hand it to Ward. For all his quirks, he really did know what he was doing.

We followed the same procedure as in Qaqortoq as we checked into our hotel and walked up to our new room, which looked incredibly similar to the old one. As expected, there was only one bed again, but after the past few days the idea didn't really bother me anymore.

Once we'd closed the door and done a quick search of the room, Ward and I let our covers drop. He sat at the kitchen counter, and I leaned against it on the other side.

"You notice anything on the way in?" he asked. I paused, closing my eyes and replaying our walk through town in my head.

"The boat captain was chatting with some people on the dock, and we definitely came up. It sounded like he was talking about his passengers, and he described us as our covers, a cutesy tourist couple," I started. "One we were in town we didn't get many looks, except from the people in the antique store. They all watched us walk past, but they were trying to hide their stares.

"Two men at a cafe just outside the hotel stopped their conversation when we got too close, and then one of the other guests in the hotel gave us a longer look then most."

I paused for another beat, trying to think about anything I might've missed. When nothing came to me, I shook my head and opened my eyes.

"That's all I got."

Ward watched me with raised eyebrows, then gave me a slow nod when I met his eyes.

"Not bad, Slater. I'm impressed." I absolutely beamed. Grant Ward saying he was impressed rated about the same as other people jumping up and cheering. He raised his pointer finger to stop me before I could get too carried away. "But you were so focused on the captain at the docks that you missed the other sailor who was watching us. He followed us for the first two blocks from the dock."

I just shrugged. "Well, that's why we work in pairs, right? To look out for each other's blind spots?"

Ward shook his head. "Most Specialists do not work in pairs."

"Doesn't mean we shouldn't."

Ward shot me an incredulous look, but I just stared right back. Eventually, he shook his head and stood up from the counter, since he could tell I wasn't going to let my point drop. Wisely, he decided it wasn't a point he wanted to argue.

"C'mon," he said, grabbing both of our bags and heading for the bedroom. "We have to get ready for Kayla and Derek's first day in town. We've got time before bed that they wouldn't waste, and I want to check out that antique shop."