Brock: Come Together
Chapter 17
Adrian Brock laid in bed staring at the wall. His wife Laura was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. She had dark hair and blue eyes. She was beautiful. Her parents tried to push her into modeling in high school, but she had more interest in books. She graduated from Stanford with a law degree and was now a partner in a small practice in Seattle.
“It’s not that I think either of us should quit our jobs,” she said. “All I’m saying is starting a family is a big deal. And we’re both in our thirties. Time’s wasting.”
“That’s helpful,” Adrian chuckled.
“We both love what we do. I mean, I’m not wrong here, am I? You’ve never said anything.”
“No, hey, it was just something I thought I’d mention. Looking at our friends and all…”
“No, it’s good. We should talk about it. But it sounds like you’re into some serious stuff at the agency since — you can’t talk about it. And I’m right in the middle of a case that could make or break my career.”
”Yeah, it was just something I wanted to bring up.”
“Yeah.”
Adrian paused and looked at her as she walked into the bedroom.
“You know I’d tell you if I could,” he said. “The case I’m working on.”
“I know,” she gave him an understanding gaze.
Adrian walked into the conference room at the DSR. At the other end of the room sat Grace Weathers and Porter Levitt. Adrian wanted to interview them together since they had never before met.
“Do either of you know why you’re here?”
Levitt scoffed and looked away.
“I asked for answers, Mr. Brock,” Weathers said, annoyed. “And you said you’d give them to me. I don’t even know why I’m here. And before I tell you anything else, I want— I need you tell me something.”
Adrian spoke softly. “I sincerely apologize, Ms. Weathers. And Mr. Levitt. I want to explain everything to both of you as soon as possible. But I have to wait until everyone is together.”
A man in a uniform escorted Jonah LaRoe into the room.
“Seven of you have been chosen,” Adrian made a slight emphasis on the word. He looked at Weathers, Levitt and LaRoe trying to come up with the right things to say. These were people who were important to the future of the world in ways they could not possibly understand at this point.
“We have three of you together now,” Adrian continued. “I’m sure you’ll find your stay here more than luxurious. Cable television, gourmet meals, fitness center. We hope to have the other four here within the week. At that point I’ll be able to explain everything, hopefully to your satisfaction.”
DSR Seattle had been recently completed. There were now living quarters that were created to house The Seven while the research was done. It was more than comfortable. For them, the only thing it was missing was family and friends. However, as they were about to find out, there were not whole lot of people interested in being friends with any of them.
Adrian Brock laid in bed staring at the wall. His wife Laura was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. She had dark hair and blue eyes. She was beautiful. Her parents tried to push her into modeling in high school, but she had more interest in books. She graduated from Stanford with a law degree and was now a partner in a small practice in Seattle.
“It’s not that I think either of us should quit our jobs,” she said. “All I’m saying is starting a family is a big deal. And we’re both in our thirties. Time’s wasting.”
“That’s helpful,” Adrian chuckled.
“We both love what we do. I mean, I’m not wrong here, am I? You’ve never said anything.”
“No, hey, it was just something I thought I’d mention. Looking at our friends and all…”
“No, it’s good. We should talk about it. But it sounds like you’re into some serious stuff at the agency since — you can’t talk about it. And I’m right in the middle of a case that could make or break my career.”
”Yeah, it was just something I wanted to bring up.”
“Yeah.”
Adrian paused and looked at her as she walked into the bedroom.
“You know I’d tell you if I could,” he said. “The case I’m working on.”
“I know,” she gave him an understanding gaze.
Adrian walked into the conference room at the DSR. At the other end of the room sat Grace Weathers and Porter Levitt. Adrian wanted to interview them together since they had never before met.
“Do either of you know why you’re here?”
Levitt scoffed and looked away.
“I asked for answers, Mr. Brock,” Weathers said, annoyed. “And you said you’d give them to me. I don’t even know why I’m here. And before I tell you anything else, I want— I need you tell me something.”
Adrian spoke softly. “I sincerely apologize, Ms. Weathers. And Mr. Levitt. I want to explain everything to both of you as soon as possible. But I have to wait until everyone is together.”
A man in a uniform escorted Jonah LaRoe into the room.
“Seven of you have been chosen,” Adrian made a slight emphasis on the word. He looked at Weathers, Levitt and LaRoe trying to come up with the right things to say. These were people who were important to the future of the world in ways they could not possibly understand at this point.
“We have three of you together now,” Adrian continued. “I’m sure you’ll find your stay here more than luxurious. Cable television, gourmet meals, fitness center. We hope to have the other four here within the week. At that point I’ll be able to explain everything, hopefully to your satisfaction.”
DSR Seattle had been recently completed. There were now living quarters that were created to house The Seven while the research was done. It was more than comfortable. For them, the only thing it was missing was family and friends. However, as they were about to find out, there were not whole lot of people interested in being friends with any of them.
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