Coming close to the end of this short story. What do you think should happen next?
Days later the number of people left in the program had
dwindled. Ward’s roommate was still in
the program, but things were getting harder. They were demanding more from each
person. Ward and Bobby drug themselves into the room long after the sun had
gone down. Whatever they had been having them do must have been working. Both Bobby
and Ward stopped short and turned to for the person that was sitting in the
dark in their room.
“Jack?” Ward spoke as Bobby walked over and turned on the
light. Jack and worked with them a number of times. He was already a trained
agent and had been invaluable with the basics. Over a short period of time he
had become a trusted associate and a good friend. Ward could feel that
something wasn’t right and it wasn’t just the look on his face or the droop of
his shoulders. It also didn’t go unnoticed that Bobby turned and flopped down
on his bunk in exhaustion. Jack glanced over at Bobby and then back at Ward.
“Can we,” and he nodded toward the door. Ward was exhausted
himself but something was troubling Jack and he couldn’t get it out of his
mind. If he was right in how he was reading his mind, a skill that was still so
new to him he didn’t want to trust it completely yet, it had something to do
with Jack’s progress in this training, and Bobby.
“Yeah, I could use some air myself,” and he turned, summoning
up energy he didn’t have, and walked out the door.
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