Witness (boyxboy)

Chapter 4: Aloha Asshole

I've never been one for crowds. Like I said, I don't appreciate attention, and with large crowds, comes the greater risk of attention.

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Shuffling through the airport, I bump into many people, most of which give me a glare before rushing off. Shifting my duffle bag onto the other shoulder, I scan the bustling scene for a man holding a holographic sign with my name on it.

The sea of people seem to be dead set on making sure I can't get through the crowd. Even Mable had wandered off somewhere after exiting the plane. Being manhandled, I grunt as I'm roughly thrown back into the wall.

I sigh as I look back into the crowd and shake my head, making my curls bounce wildly. Just then, I catch sight of a projection with Mulley displayed in bright blue pixels. Tensing up, I stalk over to the sign, clutching my bag close in fear. Nearly falling over people and luggage multiple times, I somehow make it through the crowd in one piece.

Underneath the sign is a man who looks to be in his late fifties. He's smiling pleasantly. He doesn't look too mean. He's wearing a white business button up, black slacks, and his brown hair is neatly combed to the side. All in all, he looks like some average businessman.

His chocolate brown eyes look me up and down. "Are you Conrad?" He asks in an overly sweet yet gruff voice.

I nod shakily and feel a cold sweat drip down my spine. Forget what I said this guy is hella creepy.

"Yes, sir," I say quietly, looking to the floor as if I were a Jehovah's witness and it were my lord and savior Jesus Christ.

He chuckles deeply, somehow keeping the sweet tone to his voice. "Don't worry young man. I don't have anything against your kind."

I breathe a sigh of relief and grant the man a small smile. "Thanks," I murmur shyly. I've never been one to be very open.

"I'm Danny Treadaway," he holds out a large hand towards me.

I nervously take his hand and shake it briefly. "That was the name of the agent who sent me here," I say quietly with one eyebrow raised in confusion.

He grins at me and I fight the urge to back away. "That'd be my sister, Mary," he says with a laugh.

He turns and motions for me to follow him as he leads me through the building.

I can sort of see the resemblance between the two. They both have tanned skin and the same nose.

I study the man as I follow him and try to take in details about him. He has a large back that you can clearly see the toned muscles in, meaning he works out or has a laboring job. He has calloused hands from years of working with his hands, supporting my laboring job theory.

Looking around, I glance at all of the world flags hung around the building and flicker my gaze to the tiled polished so often that I can see my reflection. I look weary and worn out, which isn't too far off from how I feel in actuality.

I nervously chew on the string of my sweatshirt and practically cling to the man's back, wanting nothing more to be alone in a forest with nature surrounding me. I guess I'm a bit of a nature fanatic.

We finally emerge from the ocean of people and make our way into the parking garage. Nowadays, the garages are top notch with shining roads and gleaming lights shining down almost constantly. They slightly dim at night, but that's about all that changes.

I look around the lot nervously and relax a little when I realize that no one is around. I look up to the man in worry as he still doesn't say anything.