Bring Two

Dexter sat at his desk, looking out the window. The keyboard was in front of him and he really hated this part of the job; crossing the i's and dotting the t's. He had been riding the desk ever since "The Hyatt Incident".  His fingers danced over the keyboard like Olympic figure skaters and he was not reading the words he was typing at all. It felt like his brain was on auto-pilot.

His cellphone chimed. The theme from Shaft kicking in.

"Yo," he said as he brought it to his ear.

"Busy?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Not really," he lied. He needed the distraction to clear his head.

"I'll be over in a bit," the voice said. "I'm stopping by Kelly's. You want anything from there?"

"I could use a Bostom Creme donut," he replied. "On second thought, make that two."

Retrospectionary

Max sat at a booth by the window, a cold cup of coffee in front of him. He hadn't touched it when the waitress had placed it before him. The ashtray was clean and sparkling and it wasn't violated with a butt or two yet. 

A pack of smokes sat on the table, the wrapper still around them. His lighter was stationary like a sentinel waiting for orders. He had a lot of thinking to do; changes were coming and he didn't know what he should do.

Could I prevent them if I wanted to?

It was one of the fleeting thoughts going through his mind. He didn't know what he was going to do.

It was 2:34am and the 24 hour diner was empty save for a waitress sitting down at the counter reading an entertainment magazine. She glanced at Max and noticed that he wasn't doing anything at all except for staring out the window.

An Elvis tune played dimly over the noise of the air conditioner and the hum of the freezer. But the words and music could still be heard.

Max reached down and took a sip from the coffee, then he looked at the waitress.

"Isabel," he called to her. 

"Warm up?" she asked with a wink.

"You read my mind."

Incident at Moot Point

There was a horrible sound of ripping as if flesh was being torn apart. Frank and Angst, who were waiting by the car, looked up. Upon hearing the sound Angst keyed the two-way on the cellphone.

"Looks like the Professor was right," Angst said into the phone. "There's the anomaly as planned."

"It's about time," Mags said on the other end. "Does he have it?"

"Not sure," Angst said. She had been sitting on the hood of the car, soaking in some rays but she was sliding off now to go to the spot where the portal was opening.

Frank walked back to the the trunk and brought out a suitcase.

"Looks like he's got company," Angst said after witnessing the fabric of space and time open and deposit two forms like trash from a car window. "It's not an item. It's another person!"

"That can't be," an astonished Mags said from her end.

"Welcome back, Max," Frank greeted as he walked over to the bodies on the pavement. Frank did a double take at the body beside Max.

"How long?" Max asked.

"About two days," Frank told him. "Who's your friend there?"

"It's a long story," was the answer. "But that's the package."

Beside him was a formless being with no facial features or any other distinguishable body part.

"Well that's just freaky," Frank told him. 

Max reached inside his pocket and took out a sheet and gave it to Frank. After looking at the sheet Frank looked up at Max.

"You sure?" Frank asked Max.

"Yes," Max replied. "I couldn't be more serious."