Hondo’s voice came down the hall. “You two coming back up here or are you in bed spooning?”
We walked to the living room and I said, “You’ve got to see Marcus’ bedroom. Stay in there a couple hours and you’ll want to grow an afro and say ‘Mofo’.”
Marcus laughed, then said, “I was going to cook up some stir-fry tonight, that okay with everybody?”
“Aww, man…” I said.
“What did you want?” Marcus asked.
“I was hoping for some Chinese food.”
Marcus grinned, “You ass.” He went into the kitchen and I took a seat in the armchair. Hunter and Jett sat on the sofa, close together. Jett leaned slightly toward Hondo, like he was a magnet and she couldn’t resist the pull. I could tell she wasn’t aware of doing it, but it was there. Major attraction going on.
Hondo said, “I’m a little tired of them hunting us.”
U2’s song Vertigo came over the speakers and I moved my head and shoulders with the beat as I felt the old electricity go through me. “About time to Rock and Roll,” I said.
**
After eating that evening, we sat in the living room and discussed plans. “I think we should nuke them,” I said.
“Might be too much collateral damage,” Hondo said.
Marcus said, “I’m just the cameraman, but I’ll do what I can. Just don’t get me shot.”
“If we do, can I have your posters?”
Jett said, “We have to find out what’s in that locker, find out what my Dad hid from them.”
“They want it bad, that’s for sure,” Marcus said.
“I’ve got a plan,” I said. They all looked at me.
After a few long seconds, Hondo said to Jett, “He wants someone to ask him.” A little smirk formed on her lips. I immediately fell heavily into like with Jett Sunday.
“Ronny, what’s your plan,” Jett said.
“I’m so very glad you asked.” I looked at Hondo. ”Remember how, over the years, you’ve developed a certain skill with locked doors, boxes, and such?”
Hondo said, “Yep. I see where you’re going.”
I held up my hand in a Stop motion. “Not so fast, I’m telling where I’m going”
“What in the heck are you two talking about?” Marcus asked.
“Hondo is very good with picks.”
“Like lock picks?” Marcus asked.
“Yeah.”
Marcus said, “You think people, especially bad people, in a crowded bus station won’t see you if you pick that lock?”
“Marcus, think positive, bring happy thoughts,” I said. “Be more like Black Belt Jones…well, if Belt didn’t know karate and was a cameraman.”
“And was smaller,” Hondo added.
“Yeah, like that,” I said.