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Run – Chapter 7
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When Vex realized that no one was going to open the door he reached for the doorknob of the flat and discovered it unlocked. Everything was in place and undisturbed, including the keys he stopped himself from stealing the day before. Immediately, he took out his mobile.
”I don’t know where they could have gone. They were here last night, only a few hours ago!” He went from room to room, not expecting to see anyone and yet it agitated him all the more. ”They’re like the Incas, gone!” He stormed into the galley kitchen and palmed the side of the coffee maker. ”Food is still warm. Maybe it’s an alien abduction…What? Can’t you bring her here?…then make her believe you…I’ve been on this chase for you for months, get her fucking arse over…fine! Fine! Send the plane ticket to my hotel. And make it at least business class then, will you love?…No, no,” Vex argued. ”I gave you my blood oath to find Kenzi not to bring her back…shut it, just shut it, Tamsin…the Queen’s your nut job, not mine…by the way, I got a cherry for you. Bo’s going to love this: she’s alive…who do you think? Lauren!..yeah, that one. The human doctor…and I’ve changed my mind. Fly me first class. Chow, love.” Vex hung up and surveyed the room, realizing for the first time and in the raw daylight, just how cramped and weather beaten their flat was. He could see how humans could find it quaint or inviting. Squalor appealed to him when he had been a young man, the romance of Bohemia, but the thrill of suffering unnecessarily faded centuries ago. He flung himself on the couch and stretched his body to its fullest. He made an attempt to keep them there and they had been the wiser. His part had been well played but why the remorse? This fidelity to human souls caught him off guard. After centuries of living, how could the happiness of another soul even begin to matter—but it did, enough for him to track down the helpless humans to this city by the sea. Perhaps the scent of them would be enough to resurrect Bo’s sanity.
Lauren had barely dropped her bags and just finished looping the top button of her white uniform when she heard the call for the sail away party. She had only a few minutes to get on deck. The door of her compartment burst open; no surprise, it was Kenzi. Without turning away from the mirror, she finished with the stubborn button and pulled her blonde hair into a tight and high ponytail.
”Really?” she directed Kenzi toward the passport and transit papers strewn on her desk. ”And you get riled at me for being unimaginative.”
”Sorry! I panicked. You said quick and that’s,” she pointed at the papers, ”quick. Quick style. Quick me up…I got us on the boat, didn’t I?”
”Okay, stop. It’s a ship not a boat.” Lauren clipped on her name tag. Scully.
”You’re still a doc, Doc,” Kenzi faked a Vaudevillian guffaw.
Lauren turned toward Kenzi, who was also in uniform, a decidedly non-seafaring uniform. Unlike Lauren, her uniform was simple, loose, and lacked officer’s bars. A large black SLR camera hung from her neck. Lauren stepped closer and straightened Kenzi’s name tag: Mulder. Lauren brushed Kenzi’s long black hair with her fingers before resting her palms on Kenzi’s shoulders. ”You should let me cut this for you.”
Kenzi smiled. ”You’re a surgeon not a stylist, no way.”
”It’s time to shove off,” Lauren sighed.
”Aye, aye doctor.”
They hurried down the passageway, rising deck by deck until they reached topside and the gathering on the top deck of the ship. The band was in full swing. Passengers in sun dresses and flowery aloha shirts skirted by, drinks in hand. A final blast from the ship’s horn bellowed its good-bye to Barcelona. Lauren and Kenzi stood portside, watching the shore recede and the city by the sea that had sheltered them from their past and a wayward Mesmer, pull further and further from view until the only clear thing they had about Barcelona was the fresh memory of it, and the realization that not once during their entire encounter with him, did either one of them ask Vex about Bo.
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that was great but why didn’t they at least ask vex some questions if it was safe to return if bo was alive it just seemed strange.