"So why haven’t you given the go-ahead order to attack them?" Old Mr. Thorne asked after a while, his voice sounding more relaxed than when he had first spoken.
"We have their coordinates and the nature of their movements every day... why aren’t we doing anything yet? We could eliminate them once and for all and face the future. I am sure that will be a source of comfort even to the nation."
Athena took her lower lip in, pondering the best way to answer the question without her older friend thinking she was naïve or foolish. But then she let her thoughts flow out, choosing to damn the consequences. "I don’t feel it is the right time." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
A thick pause enveloped the conversation on the other end of the line. Unconsciously, Athena waited with bated breath for the response, finding herself questioning why Old Mr. Thorne’s words meant so much to her now.
"If you feel the time isn’t right, then the time isn’t right. I learnt the hard way that if we disregard our instincts—our gut feelings—it often leads to trouble."
There was a second pause.
"If I had listened to my gut feelings twenty-nine years ago, I wouldn’t have lost my daughter and her precious husband."
The mood nosedived quickly, and Athena felt a weight of sudden grief crashing over her.
"I’m sorry about that, friend." She spoke aloud, feeling an immense sorrow for her older companion, even as she wondered why her heart ached when she didn’t even know his daughter.
"It’s alright. It’s all in the past. So, should we just keep watching them?" Old Mr. Thorne asked, his tone chirpy once more.
"Yes, please. Are they still engaged in those strange activities?"
"Yes," he replied. "As a matter of fact, the boxes they carry on a daily basis have increased. We are keeping our distance, so we can’t check them out."
"Do you think it’s drugs?" Athena asked, glancing at the ceiling with furrowed eyebrows, her mind racing with the implications.
"I don’t know. We can’t know for sure unless we check the boxes. Should we send a spy in?"
"Not now. The unrest in their circle is high considering their disrupted plans. We should let everything lie low for now. We can send in a spy later."
"Alright then. Are you visiting Mrs. Thorne anytime soon? Since I told her you will be joining the kids this time around, she has been excited, arranging and rearranging the house."
Athena chuckled deeply and stood up from the cushion. "I will be coming soon, hopefully a few days from now."
Old Mr. Thorne’s voice got even chirpier. "That’s great! I will see you then! Greet Kate and Nate for me! Gianna too! I had to leave them after a couple of hours; Florence was missing me."
Athena laughed as she bent down to pick up her tote bag. "I will, old friend. Have a beautiful night with Mrs. Thorne."
With that, she ended the call and walked to the exit door. When she opened it and stepped into the corridor, she heard nothing. She wondered if Antonio and Aiden had fallen asleep while waiting for her.
She sighed gratefully. These two good men in my life...
But when she stepped into the living room, she found the two men hunkered over a game of cards.
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