It took three weeks for Spencer to get back to me. His job would be the only income I have right now. I'm already dangerously close to not paying rent this month. He, although I hate to admit it, would be saving me from a life a poverty and starvation... again. He reached me through one of his lackeys. This tall burly man who, if I didn't know was working for spencer, I would totally date was pressing the buzzer to my apartment.
I spoke through the speaker at him. "What do you want?"
"Mr. Reed wants to speak with you at once." He said with his gravelly voice.
"Just give me a minute then." I spoke back, rushing away from the microphone. He isn't much for tardiness, even if his guests were to be purged from their homes. I quickly got my signature red vans, black jeans, and vaguely referenced band T-shirt on and rushed out of my apartment. The man was waiting for me outside standing next to a black limo. He extended his arm towards the open door and I hurried myself past him into the limo.
I sat down and noticed that I was not alone in this meeting. There was spencer with his signature shit-eating grin, a man with a black death hawk in a leather jacket and ripped jeans, and a woman with platinum blonde hair in maroon business attire with her face practically surgically attached to her phone. I shifted uncomfortably, I thought it was just going to be spencer and I.
Spencer smiled at me and the other two didn't even acknowledge my exsistance. "So," said the woman, still not looking up from her phone, "Can we start?" Spencer just nodded his head yes and the meeting began. The limo left my apartment building and spencer decided to finally introduce me to these other people in the limo.
"Harrison this is Allora and Syd. They too are in our same predicament. They seek refuge from the attacks on the 'HellBound' as the media calls us. We are here to discuss our main route of action against the attacks." I sat there quietly waiting for one of the others to maybe pitch an idea out into the open. "Well seeing as no one else is going to speak up, I may as well go." Syd said with a sigh. "I think we should fight back. Give them some of the hell that they push in our faces everyday." Allora spoke after him, "If we basically start a war, we will be no better than them. We have to take a calm approach to this. Protest peacefully, have demonstrations, be proactive in-" She was cut off by Syd. "They won't learn through our peaceful protests, they will only react if we be violent." Then Spencer spoke up, "We have to play our cards just right or we will have a mass extinction of a new race of human that will put the holocaust to shame." He paused for a moment, "Syd is right, we have to react in some sort of violent manner or they will not listen to our cause. We cannot keep hiding the thousands of people looking for sanctuary each day any longer. We have to raise an army." He turned to me. "What do you think Harrison?"
I sat there wide eyed, apparently having to make the final decision on the matter. The words wouldn't form correctly in my throat, "I-I think that we should, um." "Why did you bring him into this." Allora interrupted me, "This man-child couldn't even make a decision about what he would want to have for dinner let alone be the one to decide if we have a war on our hands." Spencer turned to her, "His opinion is very important to me. I trust him to make the right decision." Then he turned to me, "Once again I'll ask you what you believe we should do. Peaceful protest? Or all out war?"
I was pretty sure that I was sweating beads, my nerves could not stand being the center of attention any longer and my flames were threatening to dance forth from my hands. "I-I." I took a deep breath. "I can't make this decision." Spencer looked deep into my eyes and calmly said, "You have to."
