Invasion • Grayson Dolan

13 - Suspicious

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"I always thought that guy was weird and suspicious," Grayson threw the pencil on the table annoyed.

"Do you guys know anything about him? Luca Stefano might not be his real name, he might be undercover or something," Cameron walked through the door.

"How long have you been here?" Ethan asked.

"The whole thing. And damn, Carson and Hunter are really dumb," Cameron chuckled. John scoffed at her words.

Cameron took her computer from a desk I didn't realize was there. "What was the name again?"

"Luca Stefano," Noah and Alexandra said in unison. We all surrounded Cameron on the table as she typed the name on her computer.

Green words filled on a black screen as many names appeared on the screen.

"That name doesn't exist here," Cameron stopped typing.

Everyone looked at each other weirdly. "Do you know how he looks?"

"He's an old man with blue eyes, he's white. A small white beard and grey hair. He's very fit but not very muscular," Ethan described.

Cameron started typing on her computer once again. After a while, she smiled and later said, "jackpot."

"Is this how he looks?" Cameron asked pointing at the computer. Ethan nodded.

"His name is Michael Sanderson, he's from South Africa. He's 5 foot 6 and he's almost 59," Cameron rubbed her hands together.

"We'll have to do something, he could be working with the police for all we know," Hunter rubbed his temples.

"Guys, it'll be easier if we talk about this after the mission with the Dallas gang. Let's just head upstairs and do something," John took his phone out of his back pocket, as he replied to some messages that was sent to him.

Everyone nodded and just walked up the stairs, Grayson locking the metal doors on his way out.

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"Are you gonna tell them?" I whispered to John as everyone was busy talking to one another. It was dark outside, we were all eating dinner, and John still hasn't said a word to Hunter and Carson.

"Just give me sometime. But don't worry, I'll tell them tonight," John put his fork down on his plate.

I nodded and took my plate to the sink, washing it.

"Hello," Grayson stood beside me as he washed his plate too. I nodded at him and put my plate back on the shelf after drying it.

My legs dragged me back to the living room until I felt someone tug on my arm.

"I need to talk to you," Grayson said with sympathy. I furrowed my eyebrows but just nodded and I let him take me to wherever we were going.

Grayson took me to the backyard as he straightened a carpet he had just put on the grass. We both lied down, star gazing. My heart hurt as I remembered how my sister, father and I used to do this years ago.

"So what is that you wanted to talk about," I looked at him, realizing there wasn't much distance between us.

"You. I want to talk about you," Grayson fiddled with his fingers.

I furrowed my eyebrows and he said, "are you okay? You seem hurt all the time. It's as if when we do something happy like celebrate because something great has happened, the smile that was once on your face just... disappears."

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"The smile that was once on your face just disappears." I run my fingers through my soft hair.

She chuckled sadly and said, "I wanna know that feeling of being happy again."