Something Good

  “Look, just get it done,” said Ian to Devon as he got his car keys from his desk and headed for the door. “Hi,” he greeted Melisa as he left.

            He might have been a bit short with Dev but they were all still a little on edge from the night before. He got to his car and was about to make his way to the Scorpion HQ when his phone pulsed once. He knew exactly what it meant.

            He looked at the phone, unlocked it using his secret pattern and opened the notification. Sure enough, Thor had tried to hack in again. He was positioning the sky-nail platform, and the coordinates had been sent to Ian, as well as HQ.

  “I know, I’m on it,” said Ian as he answered the call from the Colonel while driving. She no doubt wanted him to get there as soon as possible.

            He got to the factory and regrouped with his partner and a few other agents. Because of the precision that the sky-nail had, they knew exactly which office the target was in and they were making their way to it directly, moving through the vast amount of machinery and machined equipment.

            The got to the door, staked up and entered. Ian’s phone pulsed once more, signaling that Thor had processed the fire command. For a few seconds they stood in silence, the elderly man behind the desk comforting his young daughter, or granddaughter, Ian never really found out.

            Nothing happened.

  “Sir, if you would please come with us,” said one of the other agents.

  “Am I under arrest?” asked the old man.

  “No, sir, but your life may be in danger,” Ian said, “They’ll explain everything on the way,”

  “Thank you,” said the old man then looked intently at Ian, “don’t I know you from somewhere?”

  “No,” said Ian.

            The old man smiled and allowed himself and the young girl to be lead out the office and the factory.

  “Good work, Erasmus,” said Monroe, clapping him on the back, “you might just earn yourself Special Agent if you keep this up,” she said and walked off leaving him alone in the office.

  “Something on your mind?”

  “Hmm?” Ian responded, looking up from his empty plate and into the heterochromia iridum of Danny, the doctor he had met the day of the raid.

  “You’ve been staring at that plate for a good two minutes, you didn’t hear a word I said did you?”

  “No I did, sorry, its work,”

  “Scorpion work?”

  “Yeah,”

  “I though you saved a man’s life today?”

  “I did, but…it was too easy,”

  “Hell, I’d give anything for an easy surgery,”

  “Sorry, I shouldn’t be complaining,” Ian said smiling at her, “you’ve got a much harder job,”

  “I wouldn’t say that,”

  “Humble as always,”

            That night, Ian couldn’t sleep, even with Danny in his arms. He decided to go get some fresh air. He slowly got out of bed, threw on some pants and headed up the stairs. He found Ed staring at his iPad again, trying to write.

            Earlier he had spoken to Ed a bit while Danny was in the shower, he would have joined her, but she said she needed some alone time. Even while he was talking to Ed then, did he know something was wrong.

  “What’s up?” asked Ian, sitting in the chair next to his.

  “Others take themselves,” Ed swore.

  “We’d be that lucky,”

  “They were at the gallery today,” said Ed staring up at the sky.

  “What?” said Ian, “What happened?”