Here is chapter seven and anna maybe i do need your help after all...
Chapter Seven
I’m glad that we’ve finally arrived. I never sleep very well on planes unless I’m really tired. Unfortunately, this is never the case before missions because I’m so revved up about them.
“Vaughn, I’m getting hungry how about you?”
“Yeah, me too. Do you want to go get something to eat?”
“Umm…well I’m feeling really lazy now, so do you want to order room service?”
“I’d like to, but what would the CIA say about room service on a mission?”
“Well, we could tell them that we wanted to preserve our cover and going out to eat would expose us. How does that sound?”
“Gr-eat,” Vaughn laughs.
“What do you want?”
“How about some tomato soup?”
40 minutes later
“Room service.” Some knocks at the door.
“I’ll get it,” I say because Vaughn is just stepping out of the shower.
“Thanks.”
I look through the peep hole to check to see who it is. Looks okay to me. I open the door and the room service guy rolls a tray in with two bowls and a pot of tomato soup.
“Thank you. You can put it over there,” I motion to the desk.
“Thank you for your service. If you need any help just call us. The number is 47 on your courtesy phone,” He starts walking towards the door.
“Thank you very much.”
“Your welcome.” I close the door behind him.
“Michael, the food’s here.”
“Thanks, I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Do you want me to pour you some soup so it’ll be ready when you get out?”
“Sure, that’d be great. Thanks.”
“No problem.” I say, and start pouring.
Vaughn walks in with his hair still wet dressed in khakis and a polo shirt, very country club. “It’s so nice to see you in something other than suits.”
“I know what you mean. Suits are very formal and aren’t terribly comfortable. The can feel very restricting.”
“Come sit down,” I say as I pull two chairs around the desk. “The food is getting cold.”
“You sound like my mom,” he smiles.
“Is that a good thing of a bad thing?” I return.
“Definitely a good thing.”
“Do you get to see her often?”
“Not as much as I would like. But I visit her on big holidays, like Christmas, Thanksgiving, her birthday. I wish I could see her more often, but as you know, it’s not very realistic.”
We talk about a lot of other things over the next half an hour, anything but the mission.
"Michael, I don't know about you, but I'm getting really tired and Dad will kill me if I'm tired on the mission tonight. I think I'm going that take a nap."
"Yah, me too."
I lay down on my bed on the edge and Vaughn plops himself down next to me. He takes his shoes off and lies down, protectively draping an arm over my stomach. This is definitely the way to take a nap.
End of Chapter Seven