Gold Chapter Three
Banner by my beta and good friend Managerie
Reese hadn’t realized he had dozed off when he awoke several hours later, alone and with Finch gone. John felt angry at first believing Harold had just left without a word until he spotted a piece of paper lying on Finch’s pillow.
I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful lying there. But unfortunately I do have my new identity to maintain and a job to show up at. And so do you. My former chess partner and our old nemesis, Carl Elias, is technically your new employer, GHC is one of his holdings. It was with his help that I was able to meet with you here today. Take what you think we may need, as one day I believe we will work together again in our mission. I left you my card. I can’t put you in danger with it still watching, but, if you chose to seek me out, I will be waiting.
Love H.
On the nightstand John found a business card, Harold Davis computer technician and sales representative, printed in gold lettering on the front. He turned the card over and found an address written with Harold’s precise handwriting.
John spent the remaining two hours of Williams' shift cleaning up the rest of the destruction from Decima’s men. However, John only took Finch’s cup that he had found miraculously unbroken.
Locking up the door for possibly the last time, Reese bade a silent farewell to the old building. His home the last three years hadn’t been a wood and brick building, home was being with the one he loved wherever that may be.
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It was a warm Sunday evening when John parked his old Chevy outside the apartment complex in Brighton Beach. It was in Elias’ territory now and Reese was surprised at the building’s reformation since Reese had aided an innocent high school teacher there. The man that reminded him so much of Finch turned out to be Elias, but that didn’t matter now. Because of an old enemy’s help John had been reunited with Harold and was meeting with Finch today
Knocking on the door of apartment #705, John heard the excited barking of a dog. When his friend answered, stepping aside to let Reese by, John walked into the apartment closing its door behind him. The golden light of the setting sun coming through an un-shuttered window illuminated the two men as Harold Davis pulled John Williams into his waiting arms.
They were both home.
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