Glitches

Chapter 24 - Unspoken words

Sam came with a soft scoff, his hand finding its way to his hair. He let his long fingers run through the locks. He seemed to hesitate for a bit before saying,

"Ask away. It's not like we know much." He eyed Paul up and down, his brows slightly furrowed. An unreadable expression on his face.

Paul huffed, mirroring Sam's expression. "Just answer my questions kid." Sam gave him a cold glare, which Paul quickly returned.

Why is Sam acting this way?

I was relieved, when Paul sighed, breaking his hard stare. Sam seemed to relax too, but his eyes remained cold.

"Can we get going? I have stuff to do?" Miranda complained, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yes. We can," Paul sighed, rubbing his face.

"Uhm... what was I going to say?" he asked, more to himself than to us, snapping his fingers.

After a moment his face lit up with realisation, and he stopped snapping his fingers.

"Right. What happened when you met up at their place? Did they tell you anything? Did you see anything?"

"One question at time," Sam mumbled beside me, almost inaudible. But I heard, and Paul did too.

"Will you quit being cocky for just ten minutes? You begin to piss me off kid," Paul said, his voice even.

However, a faint growl came from the back of his throat.

"Sorry," Sam apologised, taking in a deep breath. He seemed to have gathered himself together, "it's not you, it's just."

"Relax. I get it, okay? I understand," Paul calmed.

He gave Sam a reassuring look, his face calm and understandingly. He didn't seem like the serious, impatient man. Instead he felt more like an adult, trying to help the kid in front of him. Sam nodded thankfully, meeting his gaze. They seemed to be exchanging unspoken words through their gazes. Words only for them to hear. Miranda scoffed impatiently, making them snap out of their 'conversation'.

"Can we please move on?" she asked, shifting her gaze between the two guys.

They both nodded. Sam glanced at me quickly. It seemed like he wanted to tell me something, but he didn't.

"Great," Miranda sighed in relief.

"When I came to the building, I was lead into a white room, with no windows, by a guard. The room was empty, however it didn't lasted long. After a while more kids came. I think it went on for a couple of hours, before the last one arrived. Then suddenly, the engineers came. Along with the Wanker."

"Go on," Paul pressed, unaffected by her language.

"They didn't tell us much," she sighed. "Nothing new at least. They only told what we already knew. Actually, they told less than we already knew. They obviously don't want us to know what's going on."

Paul groaned in frustration.

"You must at least have seen something in there. Something about their next position. How the building works. Companies they work with or work for. Anything."

"Sorry Paul," Miranda sighed, "the only thing we know is, that Stephanie is very valuable to them. And they will do a lot to get her back."

Paul glanced at me, with a thoughtful expression.

"Is that so?"

I gulped, suddenly feeling all self-conscious.

"I... I think they need me somehow." I stuttered.