Regenesis (Book 1): Impact by Harrison Pierce

completed school, but aren’t you going to attend a
University later anyway? I know Kyle would say it’s pointless, but you can’t
get a decent job without one. (What does Kyle do for a living anyway?) Either
way, have a good time while you have this time off (and try your best to stay
out of trouble).
    Kyle
seems like a bother though. I don’t know how you put up with him, though I know
he offers a deep videogame and movie collection, so maybe that’s it. But these
fights you seem to stumble into keep you sharp I guess, so there’s one positive
aspect in all of that trouble he seems to bring you.
    And
where is Kyle from anyway? Maybe you can come to the States if he travels back
here sometime.
          ~Drake
    “Dinner!”
Tony shouted a flight below.
    Drake
set the letter next to the one Yong wrote him. He returned to the kitchen and
joined his father, who had dished them both up. They said a prayer before they
ate; their meal consisted of cheese covered pasta with a thick tomato sauce, a
side salad, steamed green beans, and fresh baked bread with a light garlic
buttering. They both drank water.
    The
two ate in silence for only a moment before Tony broke it and asked, “So what
were you up to today?”
    Drake
swallowed and countered with his question, “D’you mean my day at work? Or my
life afterwards?” he smirked.
    “Either,
or both.” Tony smiled. Drake chose not to talk about work and started off by
telling him about Jordan and Rachel’s relationship. “Rachel Lee, Rachel? Your
cousin?” Drake nodded, “Interesting…Well just make sure he takes good care of
her.”
    “Of
course.” Drake gave way for a slight pause before he added, “She mistakenly
insulted Nick today.”
    “Was
it bad?”
    “Well
it wasn’t so much as an insult,” Drake corrected himself. “She tried to poke
fun at him but hit a nerve.”
    “Ah.”
    “Anyway,”
he changed the subject, “I’ve told you that Ian’s moving to London at the end
of the month, right?”
    “Yes.”
    “Well
I’d hoped to throw a farewell bash for him.” Drake looked at his father and
said, “I could work my way up to this or just ask, is there any way I could get
some money to throw that party for Ian?”
    Tony
quietly sipped his water before he made his decision. He nodded and told Drake,
“I want you to do all of the planning on your own, alright?” Drake agreed, and Tony
continued, “I don’t care if you get Nick or Jordan to help you get the word out
or to help you manage some of the finer details, but I want you to work on
this, alright?”
    “Of
course.”
    “That
means you find the place, you handle reserving it, you manage the expenses, and
you handle any and all damage control,” he finished with a smirk. “And also,”
he pointed at Drake with his fork, “No drugs or alcohol whatsoever, or this
will be the last party you’ll ever want to throw.”
    “I’ve
got it.”
    Tony
smiled. He took a bite of his salad before he asked how Rachel was.
    ---*---
    10: 53 PM
    Baltimore, Maryland
     
    A
mug of black coffee cooled on the detective’s desk. Sage hadn’t touched it
since Chief Johnson dropped it off on his way out for the evening. The Chief
had a wife and two little girls, whereas Detective Sage didn’t have anyone
waiting back at his very shoddy apartment. Johnson had a small gathering years
earlier and Sage happened to meet the chief’s youngest, Cassidy. She asked
Detective Sage if he worked for her daddy, which he told her he did, in a
manner of speaking. She then asked if he liked her daddy, which Sage assured
her he did, with a smile. Cassidy nodded in agreement just before her mother
rushed her off to bed. Sage knew Johnson would have been right at his side in
the investigation years ago, but his family was his highest priority, which
Sage understood.
    The
evening shift neared full force and filled the station with faces Sage only
partially recalled. He hadn’t pulled the graveyard shift in years and it