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.Orwell had told him about why Tiberius was locked away.Through it all, she stayed absolutely quiet waiting for him to finish.When he was done, she just stared at him, looking as beautiful as ever.Jake couldn't help himself, “You are so beautiful do you know that?"She smiled shyly and looked down at her food."Jake.""I'm serious.I've always wanted to tell you that.""Then why didn't you ever say anything?""Well you were always with Buck and to be honest I was too nervous and afraid to tell you.""Well I'm not with Buck anymore," she smiled sadly."Why didn't you ever tell your family about Tiberius?” she asked, changing the subject back.“Did you think they would be upset?""No," Jake said, thinking it over."I don't know.It just didn't seem right.He saved my life after all.I just don't think they would understand, and if Judge or Hernandez found out.how long would it be before they took Tiberius for themselves? What type of sick experiments would they do on him? He may be a Maker, but he saved my life.I owe him at least that much.""Hmm," she said, thinking it all over.“I see your point.But do you think being locked up in your grandfather's dungeon is any better?"“I don’t know.” Jake shrugged.“Man it feels really good to get that out!”"Well thanks for dinner," she said, closing her Styrofoam container."No problem," Jake said, dropping the fork and knife to his own container.“And thanks for your trust.I promise I’ll never tell anyone.” She smiled.The lock on the door turned and Buck suddenly walked in.He looked at them, his eyes filled with rage."Hi Buck," Amber said.Without saying a word he turned and walked out of the room slamming the door behind him."Well that was.awkward," she said, rising to her feet."Yeah just a bit," Jake said, blowing out his breath.“I should go Jake,” Amber said uncomfortably.“This isn’t right.”“Amber, we’re just talking,” Jake said gently.“I know.but I should really go.You two are friends and.it’s just.I like you Jake, I do.It’s just confusing right now.”"Okay.” He smiled.“It’s okay, really.Want me to walk you back to your room?""That would be nice.But.let’s take the long way.I really enjoy talking with you." Together they walked down the hall and out into the courtyard, then around the pool.Soon Jake’s hand was intertwined with hers.But all too soon, it was over, they were back at her room."Damn I forgot my key," she said, digging in her pockets.Sighing she knocked on the door three times.Diana in a long blue T-shirt opened the door.She looked at both of them still holding hands and her eyes grew wide.A smile reached her lips."Well hello you two!"Amber rolled her eyes, "Thank you Diana!" she said, pushing past her.Jake turned to walk away, feeling more than a little sad that their night was over.He walked a few steps before Amber came back out."Jacob!" she called out."Yeah." He turned loving the sound of his name on her lips."Thanks again." She kissed him on the cheek."Uh.No problem at all!" he stammered.She laughed and touched his chest with her hands."I'll see you tomorrow.Get a good night's sleep, okay?"Jake nodded dumbly.She walked back to her door and giving him one last wave pulled it shut behind her.Just before it shut, she heard Diana yell out, “Oh my god! You and Jake?!”Jake stood there dumbstruck for several long seconds."Better get some sleep son." John said, coming behind him and slapping him on the back."Uh, yeah Dad," he said, coming back to his senses."Headed that way now.""You stay safe tomorrow kiddo.Watch your back, keep your team safe.""Thanks Dad you too.I'll see you in the morning then.""Goodnight son," he said, opening the door to his room.Jake walked back into his room to find Wes Turner sitting on his bed."Uh.hey Mr.Turner,” he said, closing the door behind him.“What's up?""Where's Buck?" he asked coldly."I don't know.He left a little while ago.""That so? Well you tell him I'm looking for him.""Yes sir.Will do."Turner nodded then got up and left.Weird.Jake thought as the door closed.He showered quickly then brushed his teeth before heading to bed.He lay there thinking about Amber and the next days’ big hunt and didn't fall asleep until nearly 4:30am.Buck didn't come back the entire night.Chapter 11JakeThe Cattleman InnTwister, OklahomaJuly 20, 2001 6:45amJake woke up the next morning to a dull gray sky.The unmistakable sound of thunder rolled in the distance.Sitting on the edge of his bed in his boxers, he peered through the slight crack in the curtains.Lightning flashed in the distance.Well this can’t be good.He glanced over at Buck’s still made bed and sighed.Now not only did he have to worry about vampires, he’d have to worry about a confrontation with Buck as well.“Great,” he said, running his hands through his messy hair.Standing up he walked to the window, and pulled the curtains open.All of the teams were loading their gear into the vans, trucks, and Humvees in the parking lot.Jake dressed in his chosen battle attire.A full body suit made of a lightweight material the military had recently developed.It was heavy, but not nearly as bulky or cumbersome as flak jackets or the preferred chainmail lined dusters his dad and Ben Morris wore.Presumably they would stop even the strongest of knife blades.The price tag was somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty thousand dollars per suit.Expensive as it might be, it itched something awful.After he was dressed, he laced up his black steel toe hunting boots, and then stared at himself in the mirror.Something is missing.Digging through his bag, he pulled out his overly large AC/DC T-shirt and slipped it over his suit.“Now, that’s better,” he said, grinning ear to ear.“Time to put up or shut up!” he said, jumping up and down trying to loosen up the suit.“You looking at me?” he said, at his reflection.“That’s right bitch! It’s Jake Bishop!”Raised voices in the hall outside his room drew his attention away from the mirror.He opened the door to Colonel Judge and Billy Williams arguing down the hall [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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