Page 30 of Day

“Gotta make a pit stop first.” He started walking toward his old truck, and I followed without hesitation.

“Everything okay?” We hopped in and he quickly got the old rust bucket moving back toward Seahill. His eyes focused on the driveway.

“Yeah. Just gotta go to the store on the way back.” He looked at me and kinda gave me a smile to put my mind at ease. He wasn’t much of a smiler, so the action had a different effect on me.

It wasn’t long before we were walking into the superstore, grabbing the shit we needed, and heading back to the truck.

Just as we were putting the items in the back, an alarm started blaring from the building across the parking lot. The bank.

I looked at Draco, and he looked at the building then back at me.

“Let’s go.” He nodded, then together we got in the car and drove over to the building where cops were pulling in with their lights blinding and sirens piercing ears.

Something was happening here.

Shots rang out, and everyone around dove for cover. Shit.

Draco parked the truck, and we got out. Inching closer to the barricade the cops made, we listened to their conversations and radio communication to discern what was happening.

Eight men, ten hostages.

“This way.” Draco nodded toward the side of the building, and I looked at him like he was nuts.

“Time to do what we’ve been training to do—protect people.” He looked at me expectantly and started walking. I looked around, and no one had noticed us with the chaos happening. Quickly, I caught up with Draco and whispered to him.

“I’ve only been training for a day. And I never said I was part of your team,” I reminded him. One day, and now I was supposed to go be a hero and save the day?  What if I broke the building in a bad way, or broke a person?  Too many things could go wrong.  Hell, I could get shot, for Christ’s sake. Again. I didn’t exactly feel like trading one near-death experience for another.

“You’re being a bitch, Leon. You were made for this. Let’s do it, then get home. Lilith and Rose have been left alone in HQ. I’m more afraid to see what hell they’ve raised than this mess,” he commented. I shook my head, doubtful of his concerns.  They were probably having a dance-slash-random-fact party with each other. More shots rang off into the air.

“Fine, what’s the plan?” I couldn’t believe I was giving this hero thing a try.

“Use your speed; open some doors. Strength, too, if you have to. Then we go in together. Honestly, you could take this whole thing by yourself if you had better control of your powers.” I rolled my eyes at his statement. Before I could say anything in retort, he put his hand on my shoulder like a father figure would his son. Which was weird, considering he looked like a man my age, but I knew he had lived a long time.

“You’ll get there. This time I’ve got your back. Next time you do it with your eyes closed.”

I took a deep breath and nodded. Here we go, being all heroic and shit.