Authors: Collin Earl
The House of Grey- Volume #4
By Collin Earl
Copyright 2012, SilverStone Books
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Table of Contents
8 - Invitation
Monson, Artorius, and Casey sat around Monson’s coffee table staring at the completely ordinary envelope.
who saw the three
might find their
very curious, but only because they did not understand the gravity of the situation.
On the surface, this envelope was like any other, but in actuality, the small white object was so much more. A certain level of awe surrounded the boys as they sat completely
intoxicated by the possibilities Baroty’s letter held.
Unable to stand the quiet, Casey cleared his throat as he started to speak.
“So he came specifically to talk to you?”
Monson affirmed, “Yeah. And naturally, I have no idea why.”
Casey threw his hands behind his head. “And you didn’t think to ask?”
“Didn’t give me much of an opportunity, did he?”
“Hmm. Dude, now
Artorius picked up the envelope, eying it apprehensively. “Open it, Grey. Enough messing around.”
Monson smiled weakly, putting out his hand. “OK, Arthur, hand it here.”
Artorius placed the envelope in Monson’s outstretched hand. Monson’s hand started
tingle as he slid his finger under the sealed lip of the envelope. He ripped the paper, careful not to harm the contents and peered inside, only to see a white folded piece of paper as plain and ordinary as the envelope itself. He took out the paper and slowly unfolded it. Then he read aloud:
Main Gazebo. 10:00 tonight. Come alone.
“That’s some cloak
dagger stuff right there
aid Casey. “Why do you think he wants to see you alone?”
ho knows? Maybe he wants to
rubbed at his stubble with his massive hand
Doubtful. I don’t think you should go, Grey. It seems fishy to me
“I don’t know if we should read that much into it. You saw how Baroty was acting during the assembly and at dinner. He’s a weird one. This is probably just
“I think I’m with Arthur on this one
” Casey gestured towards Monson
indicating he wanted to see the note.
“This is little too
Monson shot Casey a questioning glance
Now that’s just silly–the president is not even here.”
“Grey, try and be serious for once,” Casey said.
I really don’t think you should go tonight. For all we know he could be a crazed ninja assassin come to kill you
drink your blood
and dance on your corpse. There are too many things to consider.”
Monson sat up
stretching his back as he did
Well, besides drunken ninja assassins.
“I didn’t say anything about him being drunk.”
“Like it matters.”
“How about y
? Does that matter?
nodded his agreement
id you forget? A little over a week ago, someone attacked
he Diamond for absolutely no perceivable reason. Everyone loves Peterson, except for maybe Derek, but not even Derek would go so far as to actually try something physical. Oh
s not forget Peterson has a
black belt in kempo
Grey! You saw the picture
Damion looked half
“I already look half
I guess I don’t have anything to worry about
almost started yelling
Something weird is going on. We can’t let you see this dude. Not like this. ”
“Arthur, you don’t understand. This might be my chance, my one and only chance
some answers about my past. I
to go. If I don’t
I’m going to regret it. I know I will.”
“I understand your dilemma
“But finding out
your past is not more important
keeping you in one piece.”
Monson gritted his teeth in
what on earth are you on about? I’m a high school student and not even one of consequence
I appreciate the love, but your concern is totally
out of proportion
to the situation.”
Says the guy who
s almost died like seventy times in the last six months.” Artorius continued, “
I’ve just got a bad feeling about all
this. This whole Baroty thing is w
eird. I think you need—
Arthur!” blurted out Monson. “There is no way that I’m
’ eyebrows furrowed as he threw up a hand
“Dude, chill. I wasn’t saying that you shouldn’t go.”
hat I meant is you shouldn’t go without us. You need someone to watch your back. Who better th
composed, somewhat steely façade and warmed him from the inside out
and Casey really were the best friends anyone could ask for. However, he knew that their worry was misplaced
seeing as he was pretty sure
but how was he going to get them to stay behind?
If he was being truthful, he already knew that short of lying to them,
he could not convince them to
And he could not stand the thought of lying to them more than he already had
; there were already too many secrets floating around. His only hope was to figure out a way to keep them out
sight while he met with Baroty.
studied the faces of his two friends.
Do you guys
know where the Inner Gardens are?”
you can come
but you have to stay out of si
and Casey whooped
their hands together in this hand
slapping, knuckle-pounding sort of greeting
confusing. Monson was absolutely amazed that
this was the first
he had see
it. He was attempting to work out its various parts when Casey
“You won’t even know we’re there
e’ll be lik
e straight-up ninjas
cocked the eyebrow. “Huh
Artorius yawned. “Ignore him, Grey—he’s been on a ninja kick ever since he bought that new gaming console.”
“Which reminds me….” Casey rummaged around inside his bag. He pulled out a video game that Monson didn’t recognize.
gestured towards the game
to come back to this
Casey, but I’ve had time to think about it and I disagree with you
He pointed to the cover of the game, which showed a righteous digital picture of a wicked looking ninja in glossy black leather.
“Your boy there is
definitely not a real ninja.”
Artorius looked at Monson. “He doesn’t get a name because he’s not a real ninja.”
ninja? How can you even say that? Of course he’s a
Ninja. It says so on the box.
“Casey, there is no way that he
a ninja. Ninja were assassins trained in the arts of spying and stealth. You
ve played the game
I’ve seen herds of elephants that were more inconspicuous.
Arthur, Arthur…when you’re the god of destruction dressed in a black pleather
suit, you don’t need to be stealthy.
ou aren’t seriously going to argue—”
Monson grabbed for his remote and
his gaming console
jaded but at the same time
content. The opening credits of Casey’s latest obsession
flared to life as Monson prepared to fight and ascertain, at least until te
n o’clock, whether the nameless shinobi
really was a ninja or not. Maybe he could pick up some moves along the way.
Sneaking out of The Barracks after curfew, while stressful, was disquietingly easy. At the designated hour, Monson,
and Casey took
private elevator to the ground floor and into
doing their best to proceed as inconspicuously as they could. While none of them would readily admit it, there was
feeling of adventur
and recklessness t
ickling through their little group
o much so
the need for stealth in their
peering around corners and
hiding behind too
small vegetation and statues. It was because of this foolish behavior that it took them almost ten minutes to reach the front doors of