Short Story: Going, going, gone

Drumming my fingers against the table started to get on Edward’s nerves. He glared at me, giving the hint I had to stop. I held my hands up in surrender.

‘Are you that bored?’ Edward raised an eyebrow.

‘We’re on an OBBO.’ I pointed out.

‘It’s not that bad.’

‘Yeah it is. It’s worse than getting babysat.’

‘Were we that bad?’

‘Harriet left me to play with a pot of chocolate. I got it everywhere.’

‘You just enjoyed playing with your food.’

‘I got your clothes. You had to throw out half of them.’

‘We had to do the same with a lot of yours. You kept growing out of them.’

‘I was a kid.’

‘That’s why I didn’t get mad.’

‘You are such an annoying brother.’

‘I do my best.’

‘They’re on the move.’

We both looked out the window and saw on the ground floor two hooded figures sauntering down the road.

‘Better call it in.’

‘To who? Base or home?’

‘Both. They’ll both want to know.’

Edward pulled out his phone and dashed out the door. I grabbed the camera from the table and took images of the two figures leaving down the street. I caught sight of Edward on the street, running after the two figures. Edward drew his gun. I froze, seeing the figures turn to face him. I took a picture of the figures, hoping to get their faces. The gun went off and I ran out the door. I flew down the stairs at speed and pegged it out the building. I ran down the street and found it was completely empty. No one was nearby. I looked both ways and saw nothing. Edward was gone.

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