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Section 3 —
“We’ve been very patient”
(Megan POV, Colby, David, Don – Losing patience with Don’s
unwillingness to reveal his tormentor then later trying to get Don to follow
through)
[Takes place during Looking for Love, Part 17]
“It’s been a month,” Megan grumbled, stirring her coffee.
Colby glanced towards the door to make sure that Don was
still on the phone at his desk. “Yeah,
and he’s completely ignored any hints.”
“Guess we need to be more direct,” David said.
“He’ll just blow us off,” Colby said.
“Maybe we could put in terms he’ll accept,” Megan said
thoughtfully.
“Or just jump him in the parking garage.” David grinned.
“Now that makes a lot of sense,” Megan snapped. “Beat him up to find out who beat him up
before.”
“It was a joke,” David mumbled.
“Bad taste, dude,” Colby said and David gave an
uncomfortable half-shrug.
Megan looked over and saw that Don was off the phone. Don ran a tired hand over his head, stood up
and started heading towards the break room.
“Okay, guys,” Megan said.
“Let me do the talking.”
“If he looks like he’s gonna be difficult,” David said.
“We’ll back you up,” Colby said.
Three determined nods, then they silently watched Don walk
towards them.
“He’s delaying,” Colby said grumpily. “He’s gone over that same file five times
now.”
Megan looked at her watch.
It was after seven and Don hadn’t done anything but look at that file
since five.
David stood up from his desk and said quietly, “Let’s do
this.”
Megan and Colby nodded.
Colby went around the right side of Don’s desk.
“Don?” Colby said.
Don jumped and looked at Colby. His attention distracted, Megan swooped in
and snatched the file. Don tried to grab
it back but she was too quick.
“Hey!” Don said. “I
need to read that!”
“I think you’ve got this memorized already,” Megan said.
Don turned towards his computer, and David pulled Don’s
chair backwards so Don could no longer reach the keyboard.
“I need to send an email!” Don protested.
“No more emails,” Colby said and leaned over and hit the
combination of keys to lock the screen.
“Now up,” David said, “Or I can push your chair all the way
to the elevator.”
Don looked around at the three faces and gave them a small
smile. “This is mutiny!”
“You betcha,” Megan said.
“Now are you gonna move or do we need to force-march you at the end of a
sword?”
“Got a sword?” Don
said, his smile widening a little.
“I have a big knife,” Colby offered.
“Or that sword-shaped letter-opener,” David said.
“True,” Colby said.
“Do I need to get my mini Excalibur?”
“Okay, okay, guys,” Don said, waving his hands. He got slowly to his feet. “Where’s my …”
Megan held up Don’s suit coat. “Right here.”
Don took the coat and turned towards the kitchen.
“Wrong way,” Colby said, blocking him.
“I’ve got a sandwich in the fridge,” Don said, trying to go
around.
“No, you don’t,” David said cheerfully. “We ate it.”
“My turkey sandwich?” Don grumbled.
“That was dinner.”
“We’ll go by In-N-Out,” Megan said. “Double-double animal style
with tomatoes, fries well-done.”
“Sounds good,” Colby said.
Don gave him a mock glare.
“You should already be full after eating my sandwich.”
Colby laughed. “That
was hours ago. We’ve been watching you
read the print off that file for hours.”
“It’s an important file.”
“Oh yeah,” Megan snorted.
“The collected complaints of Mrs. Edward Jenkins, who thinks terrorists are ruining her cabbages.”
“Hey,” Don said, with a definite smile. “If we let them have our cabbages, they win.”
David chuckled and the three agents began herding Don
towards the elevator. Don made a few
feints but didn’t really try to break and run.
He must have recognized the determination on their faces. All four of them were laughing by the time
they got Don into the elevator and piled in behind him.
Don watched the elevator door close and all laughter drained
out of his face. Megan swallowed hard as
a surge of anger at Don’s unknown tormentor threatened to choke her. David and Colby’s faces also grew hard and
they rode the elevator down in silence.
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