Capture of the Defiance

Chapter 3-2

Makayla brushed her hair out and twisted it up into a messy bun. Several strands of dark brown hair fell and she impatiently tucked them up into the mass of twisted hair. Her gaze flashed to the clock on the microwave.

“Henry, if we are going to go shopping, we need to do it before it gets much later,” Makayla said, grabbing a pile of canvas shopping bags from off the table. She frowned when she heard Henry’s muffled reply. “What?”

“I’ve got at least another hour or two of work,” Henry said, glancing up at the sky. “I need to get this done now, especially since the front is expected to move through starting tonight instead of tomorrow.”

Makayla could see the frustration and regret on his face. She could also see the dirt and grease. Shaking her head, she glanced up at the sky before looking at him again.

“I can go,” she said. “It isn’t far. I saw it the other day when the taxi brought me here. I’ll go get what we need and be back before the weather turns bad. If you need my help here, we can wait and go tomorrow.”

Henry gave her an appreciative smile and shook his head. “If you can go today, it would be better. I’m not that wild about shopping, if you remember. At least if you go, I know we’ll have something worth eating,” he said.

Makayla nodded her head in agreement. They had been living on turkey and cheese sandwiches for the past two days. She had quickly discovered that was all Henry had in his refrigerator. At least he had also purchased some bread.

“If you’re sure you’ve got this, I’ll handle the food,” Makayla promised, stepping up onto the back of the sailboat before jumping down onto the dock.

“Coffee!” Henry called out behind her. “Don’t forget the coffee.”

“I won’t,” Makayla responded, placing the canvas bags in one of the baskets attached to the bike Henry had placed on the dock. “Anything else?”

“Just whatever you want,” Henry said, already focusing back on the wiring. “Don’t talk to strangers.”

Makayla didn’t even reply to Henry’s last comment. Instead, she adjusted the small purse she had draped across her chest and slid the straps of her empty backpack on. Grabbing the handlebars of the bike, she turned it and pushed it up the dock. Once at the end, she slid her leg over and kicked off.

She enjoyed the exercise of riding the bike. She followed the road around to the front entrance. Raising her hand in greeting to the security guard, she rode down the short drive before turning right onto the bicycle path.