The Agora Files – Part III – Online Edition – Chapter Three

It was a Dark and Stormy Night by Mercedes Lackey hits my ears and I am immediately taken out of my pity party.

Who in the world would listen to this kind of music? It sounds like some sort of, I don’t even know.  Folk music?  But like from the Middle Ages.

The song proves to be a pretty great distraction from my current situation, however.  I get sucked into the lyrics about a lady who wasn’t very nice to anyone and sung constantly until she died.

I have no clue what I just listened to, but it at least made the last three minutes go by quickly.  And, it did manage to get my mind off of this incredibly stupid thing I’m doing.

For a few minutes at least…

Maybe I should listen to it again.


I startle awake from a dream about being bound and gagged and sitting in the back of the helicopter next to Miss Nile to find that I’m still between my brother and Eve, with both of them resting their heads on my shoulders.

Although my reality is far better than the drama which had played out in my head, I still can’t manage to allow myself to relax.  I struggle to find a more comfortable position without waking the two people currently using me as a pillow.

A look around the interior of the cabin shows I’m not the only tense person here.  Charlie seems off from his normal self, staring directly ahead as Alvin speaks to him over the headsets.  I can’t hear what’s being said, so they must have turned mine off.  Alvin has a tense look on his face as he feeds Charlie directions.

I take a look behind me to see even Grant appears uncomfortable with what’s going on.  Considering how he wanted to kill me just a few days ago, maybe he’s uncomfortable with the idea that I’ll be brought back into the public eye as a hero.

And, come to think of it, a certain amount of anxiety makes a lot of sense right now.  Just because we saved the day doesn’t mean everything is peachy down below.  We performed a pretty major coup.  Alvin’s got a lot of work to do in order to bring the country back together.  He definitely doesn’t look much like that easy-going guy I met back at the subway station a couple weeks ago.

And Charlie was in hiding until a day ago.  That’s not to mention how uncomfortable it has to be being the pilot who is currently flying over what could very possibly be a war zone.

The more I think about it, the more I realize how my fears might be unwarranted.  Everything feels off because everything is off.  If we managed to shift the position of power in this country, nothing would really feel right, would it?

I settle deeper into my seat and decide I’m probably getting worked up over nothing.

Looking out the window, I see the sun beginning to rise in the east.  It’s a new day.

I can live with that.

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