As it turned out, the light she saw, was not light from the outside. Jessica had opened the door to the greenhouse and, upon seeing the entrance cage, slammed it shut. She did not even look far enough to see that activity on the other side of the room. She did not have any protective gear and the high pitched shrill from the angry worker bees was enough to twist her wits.
She spun quickly around and raced in the opposite direction, towards the door she knew must go outside. Amidst her heavy panting, she twisted the knob and forced her body through the open doorway. With a quick breath, she absorbed as much oxygen as she felt she could fit into her lungs and raced towards some shade. The hot sun was not the relief she was looking for at the moment. As she found her way into the shade of a large oak tree, she began the arduous process of collecting her breath.
“Show yourself before I launch at you!” Caleb mouthed, wishing he was actually holding a revolver in his hand. Instead, he raised his right arm as if he had a sharp knife in it.
“Calm down old man,” Alistair affronted, clearly much more in control of himself in this stressful situation. “There is no gun in your hand. I see you are scared. Let’s talk this through.”
To be continued…