Page 27 of Signed, I'm Yours!
“Who…who are they?” I ask. “Who’s your family?”
Oh God. Did I help put them away? Am I responsible for his pain?
He breathes in, then out. Once. Twice. Then…
“Hana and Min Bae.”
I grimace.
Neither name sounds familiar. And I remember all the criminals I’ve put behind bars without a shadow of a doubt.
“Wh-what crime did they commit?”
“You tell me,Happy! Is having powers a crime?”
“I’m confused.” I blink and try to readjust in my seat. “They didn’t commit a crime?”
“No. I’m the only family member to ever break the law!”
I raise an eyebrow and stare at him.
Does he really think he’s such a big bad wolf?
“Then why would I lock them up?”
“Isn’t that what you do? What SPAM does?”
Oh…
Oh, he thinks…
“What do you think SPAM does, exactly?”
He narrows his eyes and grimaces.
“Processes and Manages people. Am I going to have to teach you your job?”
“No.” I shake my head. “That won’t be necessary, but what do you think processing and managing means?”
“I don’t know, Jack. But history is full of people and organizations that were all too happy to ‘process’ and ‘manage’ people.”
I jump off my chair, and Seojun jumps on the spot. But when he sees me grab Bob’s chair and slide it beside mine, his alertness fades.
“Sit.” I pat Bob’s chair.
“I’m not a dog. You don’t tell me what to do.”
“Sit!” I repeat, and like the good, obedient boy he is, he takes the seat.
“I don’t know how much you know about SPAM or how much you think you know, but you can forget all of it.”
He puffs some air, but I put my hand up and stop him before he rolls his eyes.
“Our job is to investigate instances that may involve superabled people?—”
“And lock them up.”
“No,” I say, reaching for his hand.
