We arrived at the out door concert. As it was just getting going. The first band was rocking out making the kids down below go wild viking off the magic of sound and the hypnotic light show.
I scanned the crowd with my eye as flashes of light shined down and across the crowd of youthful faces and mixture of social economic classes.
“It’s no good bro. You ain’t going to find him in that crowd.” Xena said.
“What’s my time?” I asked my sister again to distract her while I searched the crowd.
“Seven hours and thirty-three minutes until the next sun rise. We’ll have to call it and let authority handle it.”
I was silent for a moments and then my eye caught his face in the crowd on the far east side of the crowd. He was stationed near a wall smoking a cheery red cigarette and fresh blood on his jacket sleeve.
“He’s here. Bring it down near the east side. I’ll pick em up.” I said.
“‘Shit. Bro. How?”
I smiled. “A highly advanced cybernetic bionic eye, photographic memory, plus my OCD is a wonderful benefit to being me. Bring it down. I’m going in.” I said locking his location in my memory.
“Hold on tight. I’m taking it down. Close the door.” She ordered.
I slide the door closed and it locked. Xena raced it away toward a parking space. I started to open the door but it remained locked.
I started to ask her to open the door but Xena was already getting out of the car and leaving my door locked. I glared at her back as she raced away and then flowed into the crowd and disappeared.
