I Woke Up 150 by M.P. Arsent
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I quickly opened it up.
Agency still balking but we may have a legal precedent to find our way in. We'll keep trying.
Not what I had hoped to read but encouraging none the less.
I shutdown the computer and pretty just waited until we exchanged 11pm messages and then sacked out.
5:45 and the routine continued
"Ugli voacanga"
Well at least the guy was getting a bit more exotic. Laps were completed, showers taken and breakfast consumed, we faced another Sunday here on campus.
"So, what are we going to do today?"
"I don't know about you guys, but Aiden and I have papers to finish for tomorrow."
"Guess that kinda leaves us on our own Den."
"Yeah it does, but I really don't want to do anything except kick back. There's only one place that we can do that relatively undisturbed."
"The frat?"
"Yeah. I haven't spent much time there this year."
"Hell Den I doubt you've spent a weeks time there the whole year."
We headed over to the frat and spent a few hours hanging with the other frat brothers and after lunch we just went up to my room there and snuggled for the rest of the afternoon.
Dinner time came and we went and got in Karls car for a change and hit the food court at the mall.
Back to campus and we had out walk and kiss and I went to my room. Pete was still out so I swept the room as usual and there was nothing there. Likewise for the downloaded pictures.
Pete was soon enough in for the night and our messages were exchanged and another day was over and done with.
Monday rolled around and the routine started once again.
"Voacanga....watermelon."
And the routine continued. Classes finished for the day and I was back to my room and did the sweep and pictures,both with nothing to show. I got my class work taken care of while I waited for Karl.
He showed up soon enough and we went downstairs for supper and the usual night routine ending with our 11pm messages.
5:45 and I was at it again.
"Watermelon...xigua"
classes went as expected today and I was soon enough over to the Rec Center for practice.
"All right gentelemen let's get stretched out and then form up for team format."
We ran all of our routines on all of the equipment. I did manage to land the triple off the highbar without any wobble today.
It as a bit later than usual when we finally got out of practice and Karl was actually waiting on me tonight.
"You must be beat tonight."
"You know it. Let's grab something to eat and call it a night."
We headed back to the cafeteria and grabbed a quick meal and had only a short walk tonight. It was back to the room and a quick check of it and then my email, which had nothing of interest.
I just relaxed until the 11pm messages were exchanged and then I crashed.
The rest of the week went about as expected and here we were at Friday. Classes completed and I headed back to my room to check my bag and make sure I had everything I needed for the meet.
When I opened the door to my room there was an envelope sitting on the floor with my initials on it. This was a first so I was of course suspicious.
I went down to Andys, our RAs room.
"Hey Dennis what up?"
"I need to get into the maintianance closet."
"Not a problem. What do you need?"
"A pair of rubber gloves, don't ask."
Given everything that had gone on this last year, he didn't.
I got the rubber gloves and went back to my room and picked up the envelope. I put it on my desk and gave the signal for Stimson. I swept the room while I waited for him to show up, and it was clean.
10 minutes later and he was there.
"Call me paranoid but I didn't want to open that."
He could see that I had been wearing the rubber gloves and got his own pair out.
Stimson looked at the envelope and then carefully opened it. The look on is face spoke volumes. There were just papers inside.
I went to look at them. The first was a simple printed sheet.
"Perhaps you shold not feel well tomorrow."
The other was a picture of Karl as it would be seen through a sniper scope.
"Would he do it?"
"I haven't known him to ever order a fatal hit before."
At that point there was a knock at the door. Stimson just nodded to go ahead and open it.
It was Karl. I pulled him into the room and shut the door.
"The shit is getting deep lover."
"First things first. Who is this as if I really have to guess."
"Special agent Stimson Mr Holtz."
"Ok and now how deep?"
"Show him, but don't touch Karl. Potential evidence."
Karl looked at the picture and then looked at me.
"So what are you going to do?"
"No, what are WE going to do. The threat maybe being made against me,but it's you in the crosshairs,literally."
"We're only assuming this is Antons doing Mr Sawyer. It really could be from anyone."
I studied the picture to see if I could determine where it had been taken. I noticed a figure in the background but couldn't really make it out.
"If I only had a magnifying glass."
Stimson reached into his pocket and pulled out a small item.
"Will a jewelers loupe do?"
"It should."
I took the loupe and looked at the figure in the background.
"That arrogant son of a bitch!"
"Den?"
"Take a look at that figure Stimson. Am I crazy or is that Andros Terameidies in the background?"
"Your are not crazy as far as I can tell Mr Sawyer. This still isn't enough to move against him though."
I looked at my watch.
"Decision time. Do I do the meet to the best of my abilities or not Karl?"
"I know what this means to you Den. Go ahead and do it. I'll be there tomorrow."
"Not without some cover you're not. I want him at least vested Mr Stimson."
"Not a problem, but how the hell are we going to protect you?"
"There is no way and I'm just going to have to take my chances. If we can have a couple of minutes please?"
Stimson took the photos and made his way out of the room to wait outside for Karl.
"Are you sure about this lover? I'll live if I don't go to the all state or hell even the last two meets."
"I know you will Den but you'll be miserable for it and feel like you let down the whole team. Is there a chance they could make it without you? Sure, but their chances are a hell of a lot better with you there. Do this. I promise, I'll be careful and do whatever Stimson wants short of not going to the meets."
"We're taking a big chance lover. Look what they did to Mercer after all."
"And has anybody been charged? No, not last time I checked. So they're full of themselves right now and that can make them over confident. Let Stimson do his job and we should both be safe. You might let the coach know so he can put the team on alert."
"Oh yeah and have them spooked at the least little thing all weekend? I don't think so. That would be the surest way of loosing the meet. Shit I have to run if I'm going to make the bus. You be damned careful lover."
I pulled Karl into a tight hug and a very passionate kiss.
"That's to hold you until tomorrow night."
I grabbed my bag and headed out the door at a run for the Rec Center.
"About time Sawyer! Get your butt on the bus."
Normally I sat in the middle of the bus with the rest of the team. Today I went to the back of the bus to be alone.
Coach Warren certainly noticed and he made his way back to me.
"What gives Dennis?"
"Complications from that situation we talked about before."
"Implications for the team?"
"None that I am aware. The comlications are of a more...... personal nature. They have been addressed."
"They going to effect your performance?"
"It was decided that they would not."
"Hope to hell that's the right call Dennis."
"No more than I do believe me."
"Ok, but I'm keeping an eye on things Dennis."
"Understood coach."
Coach Warren moved back to the front of the bus. Not long after Dana made his way back.
"You ok Den?"
"Yeah just a bit of a headache. I should be fine in the morning."
"If you aren't there's no shame in pulling out."
"It's really not a problem Dana, I'll just crash early tonight."
"Have it your way Den."
Dana went back to his own seat and the rest of the trip was uneventful.
We pulled into the Kilbride parking lot and there were folks there ready to meet us. We were soon enough in our rooms and had our dinner and took the time to check out the venue. It was only about 9PM at that point but I did as I had told Dana that I was going to and headed for bed. It was a good thing that I did. As worried as I was about Karl it took me a couple of hours to fall asleep.
Next morning Dana and I were up and got ready for the team breakfast. When we sat down opposite the other team, there were a couple of familiar faces. Not that I knew them, but I had competed against them in high school.
We were soon enough over to the venue for our warm up and then back to the locker room to wait until it was time to hit the floor.
When we were called to the floor I made it a point to try and find Karl and the guys in the crowd. I eventually did find them and could see that Karl and the guys were surrounded by older folks,which I assumed were Stimsons people.
I got my attention back to what was going on, but not before I saw another familiar face in the crowd.
Once again for the curious.Voacanga africana is a small tree native to tropical Africa belonging to the family Apocynaceae that grows to 6 m (20 ft) in height and bears leaves that are up to 30 cm (12 in) in length. The yellow or white flowers are succeeded by paired, follicular, dehiscent fruit with a mottled green exocarp and a pulpy, yellow mesocarp surrounding the seeds.
xigua a common watermelon found in Africa.