Hansen stood at the counter drinking his coffee. It was nice. Could have done with a splash of whiskey, but now was not the time.
Emma sat at the counter with her cup in front of her. She looked nervous and fidgety.
"Don't worry," said Hansen. "I have a plan."
He smiled.
I have a plan. At least it sounds confident.....
Finally, there was noise behind the door. Liam got up and opened the door before anyone had even knocked. Mrs. Chan was first in line.
As usual.
She walked in, kissed him on the cheek and hugged him in a tight squeeze. When she was done squeezing him, she pushed herself away a little while still in his embrace and looked around him at Emma.
"Oh it's so nice to come here and see a pretty face. You should keep this one around, Liam."
"Oh," he said. "I thought you were talking about me."
She hit him lightly on the arm and moved into the room, going down the short set of stairs.
Victor was behind Mrs. Chan, her her oldest son. Black hair and thin. It was the thinness that fooled most people. They were only fooled once. But once was enough with him, you didn't get a second chance to learn from your mistake.
Hansen shook his hand and the Asian man nodded. In his other hand he had bags of groceries. He rolled his eyes as he looked down to the bags.
"Mother."
Hansen smiled. "I know."
"I better get these to her," said Victor, "or she will feel bad at not getting lunch ready."
Behind Victor was Carl. The big man nodded at Hansen and walked down into the room silently, followed by Jimmy, Paul and Finley. Waiting behind them, but not entering immediately was Laura Black. She looked stunning, her short blonde hair perfectly made up and her clothes only enhancing her style. She walked slowly up to him, her blue eyes looking directly into his.
"Hey," she said, and then placed both her hands on the side of his face and kissed him gently.
"Hey you too," he said, trying to not to respond to the kiss, but failing.
She stepped back. "We need to talk sometime, baby," she said softly.
Hansen's chest went tight.
"We do," he nodded.
Please, no trouble today.
She smiled, barely and then walked past him, to join the others. Hansen watched her in her jeans, white shirt and black coat. He wasn't the only one looking.
Yes, Laura has arrived.
Hansen looked around outside the doorway. No sign of Bonnie. He shut the door and walked up to Carl. He whispered in the big man's ear.
"Bonnie?"
Carl looked at him, already chewing on something.
"She said she'd be here. She'll be here."
Hansen nodded. The grocery bags were on the bench and Mrs. Chan was rifling through his drawers and cupboards to find cutlery and plates. Already she'd assembled plates of cold meats, salads, cakes and pastries. She might have thought the army was coming. She had poor Victor running around looking for things. She looked up for a moment directly at Hansen and smiled softly. Then she heard a clatter from behind and rolled her eyes before turning to say something to Victor.
Hansen surveyed the group. They hadn't been all together in the same room for a while. It had been too dangerous, he reflected. They used to be his team. Now they were all equals with the same aim in mind.
Open the eyes of the world to what was happening. They were controlled by mega conglomerate businesses and their puppet governments. Didn't anyone care? They were all so busy acquiring and consuming that they hadn't seen anything wrong in the way the world was. Well there was something wrong and it was their job to right it.
If anyone cared.
"Liam?"
It was Carl. He was standing beside him. "Let's get it going. It won't matter for Bonnie, she'll be here soon."
Hansen nodded.
He clapped his hands. "Ok," he said, looking towards Mrs. Chan. "Has everyone got a plate and some food? We may as well start. Bonnie will be here soon."
He got himself a plate, but he wasn't hungry. He dropped a small bread roll on it and some cold meat. He couldn't quite tell what meat it was, but it wouldn't matter, if Mrs. Chan had brought it, it would taste good. Everyone had found a place to stand or sit by now and the chatter was dropping. They were waiting for him to start.
He was about to say something when there was a knock at the door.
Bonnie.
He put his plate down on the small amount of space left on his bench and walked towards the door. When he reached the top of the stairs, he opened the door.
And there she was.
Bonnie.
Her face looked like the face of an angel that had seen too much evil. It was framed with straight shoulder length black hair. She was lucky to be a couple of inches over five foot, but she was the toughest woman he'd ever known. And the most reliable. She was a pit bull and luckily for Hansen, he was her favourite person. She loved him with a fierceness that frightened and smothered him, but made him feel better at the same time.
She looked at him, expressionless, her eyes looking directly into his. He could lose himself in those eyes and he had. They had known each other for nearly twenty years. Longer than he'd known Jess. Mrs. Chan. Even Carl. Bonnie was his past, his present and his future. There would always be Bonnie.
Whether he wanted her or not.
Her face softened.
A little.
"Liam."
The Irish accent. Faint, but still there.
"Bonnie."
She walked up closer to him and put her mouth at his ear. She had her hands against his chest for support because even with his head tilted down, she had to get on her toes. He felt her warm breath on his ear.
"It's been a long time."
"Yes," he whispered back hoarsely.
She let out a soft laugh. "A long time...." She gently kissed him on the ear and then stepped back. The softness had left her face, her green eyes piercing him, looking straight through him.
She was not happy. He could tell. But she was trying. An unhappy Bonnie meant trouble. Big trouble.
Shit.
Keep trying to be happy Bonnie. For me.
