He decelerated until he came up to the entrance, stopping in front of her. He removed his black helmet to reveal thick dark wavy hair, slicked back against his head. He pushed his sunglasses on top of his head, his grey steel eyes shining against the sunlight.
Before she could say anything, he waved for her to climb onto his bike and handed her an extra helmet. Really? He wants me to ride that thing? She paused for a moment before placing the helmet on. Kerim motioned with his head for her to climb on. Is he serious? Does he think I’m one of his fan girls?
“Come on, get on,” he said. “Harry wants us to video chat in 15 minutes.”
She paused for a second, and climbed on the back of the bike.
“Hold tight, Cristal,” he called back to her as he started the engine.
Mmm, I love his sexy accent.
She glanced around wondering if one of her co-workers had seen them. There was no one in hearing distance who could have said that. Weird.
She shut her eyes as the motorcycle started moving. The vibration of the engine made her insides churn. Cristal leaned closer to Kerim as he made a sharp turn. She tried to keep a quarter inch distance between them but was failing miserably at it. The bike sped through the streets, but she dared not open her eyes. Her heart was pounding hard; her knees felt weak, and her head was spinning inside the heaviness of the helmet. If I’d known he was going to pick me up on a motorcycle, I could have taken a cab, she thought to herself.
Cristal had never felt comfortable in enclosed places, partly due to her fears of being caught off guard by an asthma attack. As a child, her father had not wanted her to rely on a puffer. Instead, he had trained her to control her breathing when she felt an oncoming attack. Unfortunately, this was hard to do now with a helmet strapped to her head.
After what felt like a short but just as dizzying roller-coaster ride, she noticed that the engine had stopped and cautiously opened her eyes. She took in her surroundings and realized that they were parked in front of Gabriel’s apartment building.
She let go of Kerim as he climbed off his bike. He removed his helmet and offered his hand to her. She tried to tell him that she didn’t need any help but she swayed off balance, her legs betraying how dizzy and nauseous she felt.
Kerim grabbed her by the waist with one arm. She felt her stomach squirm.
Get this helmet off. I can’t breathe!
As if hearing her thoughts, Kerim reached over with his other hand, unsnapped the strap under her chin, gently removed the helmet and set it on the seat. The cool air caressed her cheeks. She took deep breaths, drinking in the oxygen. Part of her realized that Kerim’s other arm was still wrapped tight around her waist. She wanted to gain her composure but with trying to get the air back into her lungs, all she could do was look up at him.
This close, she was able to see that his skin was a smooth olive color; his nose perfectly straight and Romanesque, and his grin was mischievous but playful.
With the little energy she could muster, she managed to pull his arm off her waist and firmly pushed him aside. He stepped back, letting her pass. Yes, he was extremely attractive but that was a superficial asset. And yet, she always seemed to be drawn to the Christian Bale or Johnny Depp rebellious type of guys. Just like her chocolate ice cream addiction, she knew she had to stay away from bad boys, even if they were delicious desserts.
She felt herself blush and hoped Kerim hadn’t noticed.
She turned toward the entrance of the building and marched straight up to the buzzer, leaving Kerim standing by his motorcycle. She paused for a moment her head still dazed from the ride. Finally, she managed to enter Gabriel’s buzzer code. The sound of the ring tone rang out. After several rings, Gabriel’s voice echoed out from the speaker.
“Who is it?”
“Open the door. It’s Cristal.”
“Sure. C’mon in.”
A loud “beep beep beep” sound came from the speaker. She started to pull the glass door open but Kerim who had come up beside her was now reaching his arm out to hold it open.
Okay, so he’s a gentleman but it doesn’t mean I’m going to fall for that.
She walked inside trying to focus on the mission at hand. Kerim followed several steps behind her. Not interested in small talk, she headed straight to the elevator bay.
The building was built in the 1940s; the lighting was poor, the walls were covered with fake orange suede flower wallpaper, which may have been installed in the 70s, and the carpet, once a bright red, was now a greyish brown. It wasn’t the aesthetics of the interior that made her stomach queasy. It was the strange feeling of someone or something watching her every time she was in the building.
As if sensing her unease, Kerim reached out and touched her arm. She glared at him and brushed his hand away from her. You hardly know me Mr. Ilgaz. Don't even pretend you understand what I'm feeling.
The elevator finally arrived, creaking and squeaking as the door opened. She stepped in quickly and pressed the button. Kerim walked in and stood beside her. His gaze was unmistakably all on her. She fidgeted with the strap on her backpack.
Don't get distracted. Good-looking guys think that they can melt a girl's heart just by throwing her a little attention. You've been burned before.
Her thoughts brought flashbacks of her final year at Global Nation University. She had just finished tutoring Mikael, her infatuation at the time, for their final exam. During the tutoring session, he surprised her by asking her out for dinner. Of course when she told Harry about her big date, he had made a sarcastic remark saying that Mikael was a dumb shmuck only out for one thing. She remembered telling Harry to butt out of her love life in not so many words. Harry couldn’t understand her then and certainly didn’t understand her now. Unfortunately, the date ended up being a disaster just as Harry had predicted. Mikael did only want one thing.
After a breathtaking kiss and some fondling under her shirt, Mikael whispered in her ear, “Hey, could you write my final term paper after this?”
And that was the end of her twenty-minute relationship with hunky Mikael.
Kerim chuckled quietly to himself, jolting Cristal back to the present.
She raised an eyebrow and shot him a glare.
“What’s so funny?”
He looked down at his boots, obviously struggling to keep from breaking into uncontrollable laughter.
“Nothing. I was just thinking of a girl I once knew,” he managed to choke out between laughs.
The elevator lurched to a stop, the doors sliding open. Cristal took the opportunity to exit first and keep her distance from him. Okay so maybe he wasn’t laughing at her. But it reminded her of how awful she felt when kids taunted and laughed at her in grade school. Even after all these years, she still felt awkward and different. No matter how sophisticated she had become, she knew she was still a geek through and through. She preferred a good book to a night out clubbing. She liked hacking into secure networks just for the fun of it. She never understood why girls her age enjoyed shopping and hanging out at the mall. All these things meant that she didn't have many girl friends to hang out with. This was who she was and no amount of de-nerdifying her was going to change anything.
Kerim followed Cristal a few steps behind as they walked down the dark hallway. She could hear his soft chuckles and the crackle of old incandescent bulbs hanging from the ceiling, the only other sound accompanying their footsteps. Even though he irritated her, she felt a sense of calm knowing he was there. He felt like someone familiar to her. And it didn’t hurt to have someone around because this place definitely gave her the creeps.
Finally, they reached Gabriel’s apartment door. She glanced up at Kerim briefly before knocking. He winked back at her.
The door squeaked and she turned towards it. It opened a crack, before swinging wide open. An unshaven Gabriel, his dreadlocks tied up in a short ponytail, greeted her. He had his usual goofy grin on his face, but she could see that his dark brown eyes were reddened,
probably from hours spent on the computer. Dressed in a worn grey bathrobe, T-shirt, and jogging pants, he looked like he must have been playing another “all-nighter.”
Cristal opened her mouth to speak at the exact moment when Kerim, standing behind her, coughed loudly. Gabriel’s eyes widened, his smile quickly disintegrating into a grim line. He looked past her shoulder towards Kerim.
“Who the hell are you?” he demanded. He was always protective of her. He too had lost his father a few years back.
“Kerim Ilgaz,” Kerim replied calmly. “Harry recruited me to the Truth Seekers last week.”
Gabriel narrowed his eyes. He didn’t seem so easily convinced. “Harry never told me about you. And he never said you’d be coming.”
Cristal was stumped. Why didn’t Harry tell Gabriel about Kerim? He was always careful about who he recruited. Gabriel was Harry’s closest friend and most trusted Truth Seeker. He never kept Gabriel in the dark. Until now.
For the past year, ever since he got her the job at Global Nation, Harry had been acting strange. Okay, stranger than usual. Come on, who could blame him for being different? The guy had the IQ of Einstein for crying out loud. In her books, Harry’s intense and introverted behavior was what made him intriguing. And sure, his idea of taking the Truth Seeker game offline seemed crazy at the time. When he said that the mission was to help her find her missing father, she was all in. After that, there was no looking back.
Their first mission together was to track other gamers who also lost a loved one. Remarkably they found a dozen of them, more than what she had anticipated. Harry was able to tie GN with the disappearances of a few of them including her father. She and the other recruits were working together to gather intel from the GN databases to uncover their missing loved ones’ locations.
“Gabriel, we all are here to help each other. Let us in.”
He gave her a glazed look. Great, looks like he’s going to be a pain about it. She stepped closer, letting her eyes meet his stare.
With an authoritative tone, she said, “You know I am the only one who can decode all that encrypted data. Harry told me specifically to bring Kerim. Do you want to find your dad or not?”
Gabriel’s pressed his lips together for a second before shrugging his shoulders.
“Okay, whatever, come in,” he said, stepping back.
Kerim walked past both of them, headed straight to the living room, and plopped down on the black leather couch, placing his helmet beside him. Cristal gave Gabriel a weak smile. She found a spot at the opposite end of the couch, physically distancing herself from Kerim.
“Hey, Gabe, do you have any coffee? I’ve got a terrible migraine,” Kerim said.
Gabriel’s mouth dropped, as if to say something to Kerim before turning to Cristal.
“Would you like coffee too?” he asked.
“Sure, thanks,” she said.
Gabriel half-smiled at her, then disappeared into the kitchen, which was really part of the living/dining room, separated only by a 1970s’ style orange beaded curtain. Gabriel always said the 70s were the coolest time in human history. She and Harry used to rag on him when he would bring out his round table and play his vinyl records of the 70s classic disco hits.
“Okay, so now what?” Kerim asked.
She needed to get set up and entertaining Kerim wasn’t part of the agenda. The coffee table was cluttered with gaming magazines, pop cans, chocolate bar wrappers, and a tissue box. She piled the magazines together and pushed them off to the side, giving her space to put down her laptop.
When she opened the laptop, the screen already had the terminal open, ready for her to start working. Kerim shifted closer to her, his knee a fraction of an inch away from hers. She glanced down briefly and moved her knee away. Is he for real?
“Do you think you can really decode the encrypted file? Harry seems to think so. But we all know that he has a crush on you.” He turned toward her with a wry grin.
I could smack him right now. She tried to focus on the code in front of her, letting her fingers fly across the keyboard. The characters and numbers that flashed before her were comforting. No emotional misunderstandings or tension to deal with—just pure, straightforward code.
Kerim’s hand found its way to her knee.
Cristal leaped up from her seat, and her arms were flailing up to push Kerim away, which knocked Gabriel sideways as he was just entering the room. The tray of coffee mugs slipped from his hands onto the table and sent boiling coffee onto Kerim’s lap and her computer.
“Hey! Take it easy, man!” Kerim cried out.
“Is it okay to grab a girl’s knee where you’re from?” she yelled.
“What the hell are you doing?” Gabriel added, reaching out and grabbing the box of tissues from the table.
Kerim stood up, coffee dripping down from his pants to the carpet.
“You are both insane!” Cristal snapped while pulling the tissue box from Gabriel’s hand.
“Hey, I need those,” Kerim said.
He reached out for the box.
Cristal pulled the box away, taking a handful of tissues and wiping the sticky brown mess off her computer. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Gabriel’s fists clenched. This is frickin’ crazy. Instead of getting the data for the video chat meeting with Harry, here she was babysitting the boys.
“You know, you’re a real jerk,” Gabriel growled.
“What did you say?” Kerim asked in a dangerously quiet voice.
“Oh, you heard what I said,” Gabriel said, his eyes blazing.
He lunged towards Kerim, swinging at him. Kerim smoothly turned his body avoiding the punch. He grabbed Gabriel by the wrist and twisted his arm behind his back.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Cristal mumbled to herself.
Just then, she noticed that her hands had started to shake. Oh, not again! She needed to get out of there soon. She grabbed her laptop and backpack.
“What are you doing?” Gabriel asked with his hand still locked behind his back.
“Where are you going?” Kerim added, letting Gabriel’s arm go.
She stopped and whirled around to face them.
“I don’t have time for this, whatever this is. We need to finish the mission. I don’t know about you but I want to find my dad. Obviously you two only want to arm wrestle.”
Her hands were still shaking. She walked past the kitchen towards the dark hallway. To her right, she saw a room with a desk and an office chair. A disco ball hung from the ceiling. The few times that she and Harry came to see Gabriel, they never went beyond the living room area.
In the corner of the room were a twin-sized bed and a bookshelf full of action figure dolls. The bed was neatly made; the wall was covered with posters of video games and 70s music bands.
She went straight to the desk and cleared the papers off, placing them in the drawer. She put down her laptop and opened the video chat window.
If those two guys want to waste time, she was going to video chat with Harry by herself.
Before she could continue with the decoding, she knew that she needed to calm down. The shaking episodes that used to overpower her in her teens only came about when she was extremely stressed. She used her deep breathing exercise to stop herself from shaking. She knew that if she didn’t stop it, something terrible could happen.
Stop thinking about it and it will go away.
She sank down on the chair and closed her eyes. She took in a deep breath and then let out a long exhale just as her father had taught her.
“Be careful, Cristal,” her father’s voice hummed in her head.
After a few minutes of deep breathing, the shaking stopped.
“Are you okay?”
She opened her eyes and saw Gabriel and Kerim standing in the doorway looking like repentant little boys begging forgiveness from their mother.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied. “Did you guys make peace?”
Gabriel lips curled in
to a smile.
He turned to Kerim and said, “Hey, how did you learn those cool self-defense moves?”
“I was in the Turkish Army for four years for mandatory service,” Kerim said.
“Could you teach me some of that? I’m really good at fighting in the game, but man, it would be really cool to be able to do it for real.”
Gabriel threw him a fake punch to his stomach.
Kerim doubled over. They began fake wrestling together, bumping into the doorframe.
“Okay, boys. Are you guys done yet?” Cristal said, relieved that they were no longer at each other’s throats.
Suddenly, a high-pitched sound blasted into the room knocking the action figures off the shelf. The floor began shaking beneath her feet. She paused for a moment, wondering if she was causing this. She looked at her hands. They were steady and she noticed too that her breathing was even. But I stopped shaking. This shouldn’t be happening.
She glanced up to see Gabriel’s hand on the doorframe and the other one holding onto Kerim’s chest, his eyes closed tight. Kerim’s arms were outstretched, his hands holding onto the doorframe. His eyes were staring at her, wide open; his face pale.
Her multiple experiences with the room shaking, minus the high-pitched sound, made her relatively calm despite what was happening. As if in a dream, she watched in slow motion her laptop slide off the desk along with her mouse, the jar of pens and other miscellaneous office supplies.
Her chair seemed to sway with the waves of turbulence, almost as if the legs had shock absorbers attached. Although the shaking seemed to be in slow motion for her, she knew that it wasn’t the same for Kerim and Gabriel. She could see the doorframe shaking violently, the wall almost seeming like it was going to implode. For brief instances, it seemed that Kerim and Gabriel disappeared into thin air. Freak, I’m seeing things now.
She opened her mouth to call out to them but the thunderous roar around them muted her voice. It seemed like hours but really was only seconds later when the floor stopped shaking. She noticed that the high-pitched sound had also vanished. Everything grew eerily still.
Kerim let go of the doorframe, his arms falling down to his sides. Gabriel was still clutching to him; his eyes closed.
“Oh!” Gabriel whimpered.
After a few seconds, he opened one eye and looked around the room. He glanced up at Kerim who was glaring down at him. He half-smiled, letting go of Kerim.
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