“You’re up, Jenks!” Kyle announces. “And my score is perfect, so one mistake from you, you’re tied with Jack. Two mistakes, and the drinks are on you.”
“Cheers, buddy,” I say, taking the darts and heading to the board. As I line up the target, I can’t stop my hands from shaking.
How can I make this up to my pack? I fucked up, I got so many of my people killed… what can I do?
All my shots go wide, and I head back to the bar to buy the next round. I get a beer as well, swilling half of it down right after the shot.
I can’t stop thinking about all the people I trusted back in Silverton. People I thought were my friends.
Even Sam worked hard to get information out of me—and his sister is Jack’s wife! This is so fucked up.
“You okay, Jenks?” Jack asks.
No.
“Yeah,” I say.
“We done with the darts?” Kyle asks.
“I’d say so,” Jack answers. “Maybe we should focus on getting properly drunk.”
“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I don’t want to drink anymore.”
I push the beer away, suddenly feeling sick. Jack and Kyle agree with me and start talking about wrapping up the night, not realizing I meant maybe I don’t want to drink again at all. Ever.
“So, are you in early tomorrow?” Jack asks. “I’ve got those trucks to load for the garden supply store.”
“Sure thing. I’ll have them over before opening time.”
“Better head home then. You alright, Jenks?”
Before I can answer, the front door makes a sharp bang, and I look up to see Bae hurrying over to me. Even though he’s never chewed me out for letting my guard down in Silverton, I’m still expecting it to happen at some point.
“Hi guys, good to see you all here,” Bae says. “Can we head out the back?”
“Sure,” Jack answers. “Everything okay?”
“No emergencies,” Bae replies with an easy smile. “Just an important update.”
I get up slowly, following the others to the back room. My head is starting to ache. I just want to get this over with.
“What’s up?” Jack asks as we take our seats around the table. “Are we calling in Carson and the others?”
“Not yet,” Bae says. “I wanted to chat with you three privately first.”
“Sounds serious,” Kyle remarks.
Bae grins at him. “Serious?” Maybe. Not deadly and violent, though.”
“Good,” Jack says. “I’m in no rush to go to war.”
“And we’re working on that,” Bae replies. “I don’t want war, either, but Decker obviously does.”
“I don’t know anything for sure,” I say. “I wasn’t milking them for information like they were doing to me. But they are arrogant, and I think it comes from the connection to the Ancient Ones. They think you’re afraid.”
“The Ancient Ones come through their relationship with Kelta,” Bae mutters, scowling. “And the fact she never told us about it just proves the point she was never really with us.”
“Joining Decker is still extremely unexpected,” Jack says.