Monday, October 05, 2015

Dubious Arrangement: Day 4

Word Count: 24,008

Summary of Events:
Greyson got into an incredibly lengthy texting conversation with Shelli, telling her about his being watched — which incited her to panic — among other things before he tried to settle down for a nap. He spied his observers officially for the first time, however, and such thoughts were put aside. He also ended up finding another female cat and a litter of six kittens that he moved into the trailer.

Excerpt of the Day:
"There were two figures in the trees, it was like a shift change or something. He had to get out there, but they could see the front door from there. Could he make his way out through a window? He had to hear what they were saying.
There were also the sliding doors. Greyson quickly crawled across the floor to the sliding doors and managed to slide them open. Climbing down, he closed the door and snuck in a crouch across the grass.
He couldn't see them now, nor could he hear them. He went around the trailer, keeping as low as possible, eventually going into an army crawl, and slid between the porch and his Jeep to hide and listen.
All Greyson could hear was the tones of their voices. He couldn't make out any words they might be saying. One was quite bass, and the other was somewhat higher, it almost sounded like it might belong to a teenager.
They went silent. Greyson looked at their figures and held his breath. One of them moved forward on somewhat silent feet. Greyson barely heard him. He couldn't make out the figure's eyes, he didn't know if he had been found.
"I've lost him," the higher voice said.
The lower voice growled and then started talking as the corresponding figure per Greyson's assumptions moved forward. ". . .  he is, he's no idiot."
Greyson smiled at the compliment.
"Move carefully," the lower voice whispered. "He could be anywhere."
Greyson tensed, he looked at the undercarriage of his Jeep. Did he dare hide under it? It was stopped, there wasn't much way it was going to go anywhere. Did he trust it to be a good hiding place?
The figures moved closer. Greyson couldn't trust his Jeep, but he needed to move somewhere, and fast, if he didn't want to be found. The figures continued to advance slowly toward the trailer. Greyson looked toward it. There was a gap in the skirting big enough that he could possibly fit through it, but with how they were advancing he'd be seen if he made a move toward it.
Trust or no trust, he was going to have to hide under his Jeep, and if he got run over, so be it, he had nowhere else to go until they'd moved to a different angle. Quickly Greyson slid himself over until he was just about under the driver's side of his Jeep.
The figures kept moving wordlessly around the trailer. As soon as they were out of sight Greyson scrambled out from under his Jeep, across the space between it and the trailer, and through the gap in the skirting.
On hands and knees he hurried toward the end they'd headed around to see where they were. He could see them both in the trees a ways off already. He could hear their voices faintly, they seemed to be in a bit of a heated discussion. Finally the higher voice made a declaration and then a figure started out of the trees toward the trailer.

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