CHAPTER SIX

Neville raised his eyebrows.

“Look at you. You are bid, strong, and handsome. I, on the other hand have done nothing but what I have told I needed to do to succeed in life, namely study, learn, and stay focused and serious. When I moved here, it was the first time that I found some friends that seemed to have definite goals in mind, and were serious about achieving them, but also knew how to have a little fun.” She paused and took a drink.

“The first time I met you, I could not help to feel comfortable around you. The more I came here, the more I found that you really listened to people.”

“That is one of the first things they teach us at bar keeping school.” Neville replied.

“I am sure it is, however, you can tell when a person is hearing what others say, and when one truly listens. The facial expressions, the care in their voice. Anyway, I really appreciate being involved with you in this wonderful adventure…”

She giggled a little and lost her balance.

Neville rushed over and grabbed her before she fell.

“Whoa, I’m sorry, I think this long night is catching up with me.” She said as she closed her eyes.

“Terrific.” Neville mumbled.

He laid her on the floor just long enough to were he could shut down the bar. He found her purse and her house keys and then picked her up and carried her out.

Thankfully, no one was out on the street at that time in the morning, and her house was only a few blocks from the pub. He was also fortunate that she had a sofa near the front door, and that he did not linger around, because as soon as he made it back to the front door, he heard what sounded to him like a giant elephant, He just got it shut when Kattie’s mastiff banged into the door and let out two deep barks that shook the front windows of Kattie’s house.

Neville grabbed his chest, and ley out a deep breath. He climbed down the rest of the front stairs and back down the sidewalk towards his car.

“This all has to be some kind of really weird dream,” Neville said to himself.

“You may be a dreamer, but this is far from a dream!”

Neville looked up to see Conner Adams leaning against one of the street lights. Neville jumped back in surprise.

“Where did you come from? You were not there just a second ago!” Neville stated.

Conner, wearing a trench coat and a wide brimmed hat strolled past Neville.

“Come with me, Mr. Chambers sent me to get you.”

Neville did not move.

“Seriously Neville, how could this be any weirder than what you have already experienced. Do come along we have much to do.” Conner urged.

Neville thought about this for a moment, shook his head, and then slowly began to follow Conner. They went down several alleys. Most looked somewhat familiar to Neville, but the last three he never remembered seeing before. The last alley led to an abandoned factory. Conner fumbled through a bunch of keys before he found the one that opened the huge padlock on the door. Conner turned on a minimum amount of lights to that they could see their way down a series of stairs. By the time they reached the bottom, the long night was beginning to catch up with Neville also. However, when Conner brought the lights up on this room, Neville’s eyes lit up as well.

In the room was wall to wall computers and other equipment that was highly advanced. The only thing that looked somewhat familiar was a piece that was directly in front of Neville. He rubbed his eyes and slowly made his way in that direction,

“I thought might grab your eye.” Conner said with a smile.

“Some of this reminds me of some of the pieces my grandfather had when I was young,” Neville said in almost a whisper.

“You have a good memory, for that is exactly what they are.”

Neville whipped around and gave Conner a cold, dark stare.

“Don’t play games with me. All my grandfather’s things were destroyed in a fire!”

“Were they now? Is that what the official report stated?” Conner asked.

“I was to young to see the official report, but that was what I was told, and I do know that everything that was important to grandfather was stored in that building.” Neville stated.

“That is correct. However, Mr. Chambers told me that he got the equipment out before the fire started.”

Neville’s eyes opened wide.

“Are you telling me that Mr., Chambers knew my grandfather, and for some reason rescued some of his equipment?”

“Look Neville, I don’t know the details, Mr. Chambers only says what he thinks people need to know at the time. All I do know is that we will need all this equipment if we are to help Mr. Chambers and the folk heroes defeat our enemy. I brought you here now so that you can understand that this stuff is here, and not be more caught off guard. You and Kattie are to meet with Mr. Chamber again tomorrow night and then I am to bring both of you here after that meeting.”

Neville’s brain was spinning and not landing on anything for more than a second or two.

“Look old boy, just take a look around right now. Don’t over think anything. I have a thing or two to do, then we will go.” Conner said as he walked away.

Neville rubbed his eyes, for he was really getting tired, He went over to some of pieces and looked at them a little closer.

“Man, these sure do look like the ones that grandfather had,” Neville mumbled.

It was not long before he felt Conners hand on his shoulder.

“Come on mate, let me get you home, their will time for this tomorrow”

Neville took one more look at one of the pieces, then turned and left with Conner.

Conner drove neville home, yet when he got to his door, Neville noticed Conner was not there. He was so tired he simply did not want to think about anything but getting to bed.

The next morning, Neville awoke with a tremendous headache. Lack of sleep, coupled with an overload of things that had gone on in the last twenty-four hours was the main cause. He trudged into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. He had barely gotten two swallows down before a message came in from Conner.

“Come down to the pub as soon as you can,” was all the message said.

“What now?” he mumbled.

He replied that it would be at least an hour. Still trying to wake up, he was about to leave, when he got a second message. This time it was from Kattie.

“Um, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but if you aren’t doing anything today, would you like to meet for lunch?”

Of course, he didn’t mind, but he felt like his brain was going to explode. He took a deep breath and replied.

“As it turns out I have to go to speak to someone at the pub this morning, if you like I could meet you there at noon.”

He got a thumbs up, as a reply.

Now his brain switched back to wondering what it was that Conner need him to come to the pub for in the first place. None of this was helping his head to stop pounding.