The Seeds page 3

Charlie wanted to ask about the tomb, but hesitated.  Maybe that would be a subject to bring up later when he had made some acquaintances.   The door to his workroom slammed shut.    It was a dismal place with no windows, grey walls and most things made of steel.  The lighting was glaring and artificial.   This is where the seeds would be brought when they initially arrived.  He would catalog them and send them on down the hall to another person to package properly, label and place them safely in a vault container.   He had been given the grand tour before finding his place to call “home” for at least the next year. 

“Home”   That was an odd sounding word when one is so far from anything that gave any sense of  home.   His home had been one of meager finances, but rich in the pursuit of knowledge.   He knew his father, who had died last year, would have approved of his finding  work so out of the ordinary.  Charlie and his father had not gotten along most of the time.  He knew that his hanging with the crowd who delved into drugs was not what would bring his father’s approval.   Somewhere along the way, the drugs had been a part of the search for knowledge.  He felt that maybe it would open up a new dimension of understanding.   He still was not sure how much of it was truth and what was only the brain reacting to a substance and  wild imaginations. 

The door opened and in walked Ashton Fox.  Just as quickly had he walked away, he was now back.

“Hello, Ashton.  Good to see you.  Won’t you sit down and stay a while?

“I’m not here to stay McKenna…but to tell you some important things if you are going to last here.”

Charlie looked at him in silence as he continued a string of do’s and don’ts, but the most worrying was that he was not to go to the room at the end of the hall for anything.  If he had questions, he was to come to him and no one else.   Charlie knew it probably was not the time to ask why this room was off-limits.

“Sure, Ashton.  I get it.”   

When the door closed again, Charlie had a strange feeling that something was amiss.   He was hardly in a position to start being a trouble maker in this frozen wilderness.  He would keep quiet, listen and watch.  Maybe the answers would come at some future date.  

“Charlie, the seeds from England have arrived.   You’re wanted on the truck ramp!”

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