The Island

Part 9 - 3

Three:

Footsteps caught the attention of Taylor in the kitchen. She turned to the foyer entrance and saw Logan and Wyatt, hand in hand, giggling like they have pulled a childish prank. "Good morning." Taylor greeted the two. "You guys are in an awful good mood this morning." "Yes, we are." Wyatt agreed to Logan. She smiled and laughed. "Dang." Another voice came from a barstool. It was none other than Brock, who had a nearly finished plate of omelet before him. "I haven't seen you this happy in ages. It's a nice change." Brock looked at Logan. "Well, thank you." She replied. "Hey, is Carmen not our chef anymore?" Wyatt gazed around the room for her. "I don't think so." Taylor replied, turning back to the hot stove. "Well, it's nice you two stepped up to the plate to cover for her." Wyatt said. Brock gestured to his plate. "Yeah, we sure did 'step up to the plate!'" Laughter amongst the four erupted. Taylor and Brock looked at each other and made their own laughs perpetuated at the joke. Although Brock and Taylor were laughing pretty hard, Logan laughed the hardest; she doubled over and fell to her knees in rosey red cheeks. Their laughter carried through the empty dining room and all across the Billiards room. Their laughs soon fell into regular toned voices again. Taylor used her spatula to sling the hot omelets onto the fine plates. "Here you go." She said, picking up both plates and forks and knives from a drawer. She handed them all to Wyatt and Logan. "Thank you." They both said. The two took their plates around the counter and to one barstool. Wyatt let Logan take that seat. "Hey Brock," Wyatt said, setting his plate down. Brock looked over. "Would you mind if I stole your seat?" "Haha, not at all." He said cheerfully, standing on his feet. He picked up the seat and brought it next to Logan around the counter. "Thanks a lot man." Wyatt said graciously. "No problem." Brock retreated to the dining room to find another chair he could sit in. Taylor turned her burner on low and let a freshly cracked egg cook slowly. Logan observed her omelet and began cutting away a small piece. Wyatt also did so. "So, how's Michael?" Wyatt took his first bite of the omelet. "Mmm, this is good." "Why thank you." Taylor replied. "And he is doing okay. I think he's in less pain than before." "Well that's good, right?" Logan asked. "Yeah." Taylor replied. Brock came back in the room with a dining room chair. He pulled his seat around the counter and into the conger where he sat previously. Brock looked at the two. "Are they okay?" He said, referring to the omelets. "Yes, they are great." "Very good." They rang in approval. "I'm sorry to be so inquisitive, but has anyone else can through here this morning?" Wyatt asked. "Just Randy. But he was up really early. I don't know where he went off to." Taylor replied. "I'm pretty sure he's not with Michael." Brock looked to Taylor. "When we walked downstairs there was no one in the library or the lounge from where we could see." "Oh shit. Where is he?" Taylor stepped away from the burners and walked into the dining room area. She could see all the way to the fireplace in the Billiards room. "Randy, are you at all in here?" She called. There was no reply. Taylor went back through the kitchen and made her way to the foyer. "I'm going to check on Michael and see if Randy's with him." She didn't stop. "Oh," She stopped her hasty walk. "Turn the burner on high. I'll come back for a finished omelet for Michael." "Okay." Brock nodded. Taylor left the room and Brock turned up the burner. He sighed. Logan set her utensils down and peered at the library's pocket entrance. "Is he in the library?" Logan leaned forward to try and see if anyone was in the library. "I'll check." Brock got up and abandoned his omelet. He went into the hidden nook and opened the door. After a few seconds he leaned his head back and moved the door so he could see Wyatt and Logan. "Nada." Logan eased herself. Taylor came back in, looking even more worried than before. "After you finish making that, I'm taking it to Michael and then we're going to go look for Randy, alright?" Taylor said stately to Brock. "Yep." Brock went back to the pan and flipped the omelet over. Wyatt took the last bite out of his delicious breakfast and moved the plate forward. "Man, that was so good. You guys are fantastic at cooking." Logan nodded. "You should have cooked with Jeanette and Carmen." They all chuckled. They talked for a bit longer and cleaned their dishes. Taylor whisked herself away soon after to serve Michael and to supervise him while he ate. Logan and Wyatt continued talking to Brock through the rest of the morning. Once morning turned into afternoon, the kitchen was deserted. The only sounds that could be heard where sobs from upstairs and Brock and Taylor desperately searching in and around the outside perimeter of the cabin. Meanwhile, a certain someone made sure to wait until the two were finished. And who knows? Maybe it was just to conceal their identity; or maybe it was because this certain someone was already walking the perimeter in the first place. This someone nevertheless tried to wipe dastardly thoughts and grimaces from their face and focus on the task at hand. From keen observations and unseen trips around the island, this person found their instrument they would need for their big bang before the dawn of the fourteenth day. That's even if anyone will live long enough to see that sunrise. They continued to wipe their evil thoughts and found their secret stash of supplies they had kept in a top secret in the western woods of the island. Stowed between two decaying logs, the bag was buried under leaf litter and sticks to prevent and souls from stumbling upon their murderous and illegal items. A certain someone smiled to themselves and imagined the others if they ever knew what they were on the island with them. The size and weight of the bag was not surprising compared to the sheer weight of the tools and weapons inside. Lifting it onto one of the logs, they rummaged through their bag; their goal was to find tools to commit their unimaginable crime. At the bottom of the bag, they yanked out just what they needed. Setting it carefully at their side, they looked through the bag for something obvious they would need: a flashlight. They found a handy one they had stolen from the kitchen drawers. Also setting that aside, they zipped up the bag and placed back between the two logs. They concealed it once more and got back on the path to the cabin. Being stealth and hasty, this someone ran across the far side of the lawn and ducked under windows. They were going to leave their tool or weapon and flashlight a shady area both created by the veranda and the oak tree that stood guard in front of Sara and Andie's window. Someone ducked around the veranda itself and stepped onto the porch. They walked across and back into the cabin without missing a beat.