"You know you can’t let them know that you are onto them..."
Ever the present shadow, Athena mused, hearing Ewan’s voice behind her. Wasn’t he out with Aiden, talking over the next steps just minutes ago? She hadn’t noticed him step in behind her.
"Are we still talking about the intruders, the fanatics trying to break into my lab?"
"No," Ewan muttered, standing beside her, eyes trained on the television set, on which Morgan’s picture was displayed. The gory one Athena had taken about an hour ago, the one she had sent to the president.
It didn’t take them long to get around publicizing the info. He faintly shook his head. Fulfilling their promise to the public must feel so good, he concluded, aware of the buzzing starting around them—from the medical officials in the room to the happy patients and visiting party.
They must think that the Grey madness was over. If only they knew.
"Your thoughts are not with me?"
Ewan’s attention was immediately returned to his partner, who stood still facing the television.
"Sorry, I was sidetracked by the buzzing around us. The people are happy." He could hear the chatter, the joyful chatter, and the claps on hands and backs. And he could see some heading toward Athena. Maybe to congratulate her?
"I think we should move. We need to get the nonsense out of my body, after all..." As she spoke, she donned a necessary smile on her lips while heading toward the entrance to the hallway.
She shook hands and accepted the admiration and thanks from the people—congratulations. But it didn’t stop in the hallway, not until she made a sharp bend into another corridor and then into her personal laboratory in the hospital.
"Overwhelmed?"
Athena shrugged and took a seat. "You were saying something earlier about my being careful..."
"Yeah..." Ewan concurred, taking a seat three chairs away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
He was not oblivious of the sharp tension between them, albeit unstable as it was; one that originated after the less than five seconds moment they had experienced in her private lab downtown.
"I don’t think you should let the twins know. I think you should pretend not to know that it was them behind the installation of the spyware in your body."
"They will be dumb to think I’m not already aware once the spyware is removed."
"Sometimes people refuse to see the truth, out of fear of what the truth entails, the consequences..." A pause. "So, who will be doing the surgery? No matter how smart you are, I don’t think you can perform surgery on yourself."
Athena managed a disbelieving chuckle.
"Or can you?" Ewan asked, making a subtle attempt at humor. He smiled when Athena chuckled more. "You know you’re always full of surprises,"
Athena scoffed. "The pot calling the kettle black. You’re the one actually ridden with it." As she spoke, she whipped out her phone and dialed a number.
"I have someone I can trust..."
"You can?"
Athena sighed wearily, dropping the phone onto her thighs. "Yes. But I don’t know if she can do it alone. She’s never been in surgery alone before. I don’t know if she can handle the pressure or the after-effects of the surgery. She might want to know more. And I fear for her safety if the twins find out she performed surgery on me. I don’t want her getting into trouble because of me. If I had a choice, I’d rather avoid it."
She paused on dialing the number and sneaked a look at Ewan, slightly put out when she saw he was busy on his phone. Shouldn’t he be watching her, hanging onto her every word?
Athena had no strength this time to wonder at her crudeness, her lame deductions. She just let it flow unbidden. Who was he typing away with? Someone more important than this conversation?
Had what she read in his eyes down in the underground lab been a figment of her imagination? Was she thinking too much?
She let out a deep sigh before she knew it, eyes dilating when Ewan looked up and met her gaze.
"You okay?" he asked next.
Athena didn’t bother with an answer. She rather looked away from him to the table where many chemical mixtures were being kept. But she was all too aware when he left his seat and sat on the one beside her.
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