Legacy: Part 5

“What is so difficult to process about an interest in sports?” Melody asked.

“Your interest in something as simple as sports,” Reginald began. “is impossible to process.”

“So you never wanted to step away for a moment?” Melody didn’t take her eyes off the screen. “Let your attention just… What's the word? fade?”

“Attention like mine never fades, miss Yarnon.” Reginald adjusted his glasses. “Never from the newest floating of our chairs to Renee’s newest found focus. Or Strike’s new found calm for that matter.”

“We’re on a mission.” Strike replied sitting down. “I never get carried away on missions. How are they doing?”

“Better than Regi, but not by much” Melody replied as Strike gave a roaring laugh.

“Strike bend a steel table. Throw a glass at one of these monkeys still hitting on Renee. For Eldegon’s sake do—”

Strike put his right hand on Reginald’s left shoulder. “You want something unexpected Reg?” Strike pointed at the screen. “Watch Newton right here. Number—”

“Number 43, yes yes. He’s going to punch the tesla to the half line, and let 25 catch as their trademark.” Reginald replied, looking at the screen bored until Newton dash off with the tesla passed number 25.

“Fascinating,”  Melody said. As all three of them watched the ball get passed 2 sectors past the half line of the field just as Newton was stunned. “Why now of all times?”

“Witner!” Both Strike and the bar and a random bar patron replied. Strike throwing a glass down on the floor and watching it bounce back up.

“Hey, that's a neat one.” the random customer replied. And ordered both of them a drink. “For the show.” He tipped a hat, and headed back to his table.

“So Witner?” Melody asked. “That’s the reason for such a change?”

“Number 33.” Strike replied. “They got a personal thing going on, I think. He is always charging to stop Newton.”

“Hmm.” Melody replied. “Always reading the rhythm. Did you two get anything?”

“I get a lot of thoughts about a train out in the mountains.” Lucas said. “A place like this gets a little challenging with Renee around.”

“I got mostly the same.” Renee replied, grabbing her hair and running through her hands and it shifted back to being a redhead. “Hope you lot have been enjoying yourselves.”

“Strike got something more, I sure” Melody said, face still glued to the screen. “You two will get your break at the museum.”

“We gotta go to a museum?!” Strike groaned.

“Afraid so, Strike” Renee said. “It’s definitely an old train, so that would be our best bet.”

Strike’s stool bent as he sank into it. Melody stared at him giggling. “You are going to fix that before we leave, right?”

“Such a child.” Renee sighed. “Strike! Reg!” 

“I’m fixing it. I’m fixing it.” Strike replied. Getting up and kicking the stool’s legs.

“Regi?” Melody shook him. “Understanding sports will have to wait.” 

Reginald snapped out of a trace of sorts. “Unfortunate. I was beginning to understand.”

“You never watched?” Lucas said. “I get too bored, personally. Gambling is the one that helps me.”
 “Gambling?” Reginald replied. “Helps?”

“So many thoughts, and they do none of them.” Lucas replied. “It’s surprising for a change.”

“Makes it all seem normal.” Melody continued, her sight locked back into the game.

Strike gave a loud clap getting everyone’s attention. “The sooner we get there the sooner I can’t stop hating it.”