Continued from May 31, 2018
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“Dad? Dad, are you okay?” Dylan asked.
“Let me sleep, I was out all night.” Marcus replied.
“Dad, you need to get up. There’s an emergency.” Dylan pressed.
Marcus opened his eyes to see his son standing over him in the den. He was sitting in his favorite chair and the boxes were gone.
“This is wrong.” Marcus muttered, recognizing the dream for what it was.
“Dad, this isn’t a time for jokes.” Dylan said, holding his hand out.
“Get away from me!” Marcus bellowed as he swatted Dylan’s hand. “You broke the rules! You didn’t do the job the way its supposed to be done!”
“You raised me, Dad. I learned from you what it takes to do the job.” Dylan replied, taking a step back.
“I raised you better than that! You broke all of our trust! And your mother! She was devastated!” Marcus continued as he rose to his feet.
“You didn’t have to tell her.” Dylan replied, his voice even.
“I’ll see that you are never able to do it again!” Marcus said as he charged forward.
Dylan ducked around the corner and Marcus followed, but as soon as he moved through the doorway he was standing in a dark alley with six other people standing around him. The rain fell hard, fogging up the goggles some of them wore, and drenching those that didn’t have a waterproof uniform.
“Everyone ready?” Jack asked.
“Wait!” Marcus said as they moved down the alley toward their target. Marcus looked over, seeing Dylan running beside him. “You!”
Dylan winked at him, his face full of energy and excitement.