IT was another Saturday afternoon at Cannon University. Marcuz had just ended his class and was hurrying to leave campus.
It had been about a few weeks since the chemist launched his tutorial, Cannon Skies...
Yet his departmental head, the Associate Professor Bembe, hadn’t stopped going there.
Now the younger man wasn’t running away, no. But then he really was, for the time being.
He was fleeing to get help—to get backup.
Yes, Marcuz had been quite uncomfortable seeing Bembe in his class. But then he couldn’t do much about it.
So the chemist had thought much about it. Asking why his HOD would keep pressuring him.
No, he hadn’t quite heard about the Senate incident. Where the professor had claimed the win for his famous class.
All of Basic Sciences were talking about Bembe’s stunt. Yet the only person who didn’t catch on was this young man. Only Marcuz didn’t hear the news.
So then, he’d wondered what Bembe was thinking.
Is he trying to read me? Or is he just supervising?
Wait! Could he be trying to get attention? I mean, all of media are here!
But I don’t think so. So what’s this man’s deal exactly?
Marcuz had thought far and wide. Now when he couldn’t find his answer, he decided to hurry home.
He wanted his smart brother to solve the math. He sought his logical analysis.
So Marcuz boarded a flight back to Jamaica. For he wanted to return by Monday morning.
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“Did you actually fly home now to ask my thought about Cannon?”
It was Luca asking his brother this.
The Lópezes were in the boy’s room, crawled up in a couch and talking lots.
It was the night of that Saturday in Jamaica and Marcuz sat asking his questions...
But Luca didn’t seem interested in frank talks, so Marcuz simply begged him.
Still the young man felt concern. He only hid his bother under the guise of play.
For he felt scared that Marcuz might have been caught in Cannon’s net. A net that they might be pulling out of their waters much sooner.
So he joked to hide his fears.
But Marcuz wouldn’t see the boy’s dread, so he simply talked back.
“I’m serious here, Luca! Please don’t joke right now. Tell me; what is Bembe thinking?”
Luca snapped out of the joke, as he thought to fight alongside the dude.
He’d wanted to beat Cannon, too. Because it hurt him too much, the psychomicide case.
But even now, he wanted to beat the giant because he didn’t want to lose his brother.
He was his only family, after all.
So then, Luca got talking. But he couldn’t help softening things.
“Well, reading your HOD isn’t a big deal,” he winked.
“The issue here’s that consultations ain’t gonna be free, nah!”
“Oh, charge me any bill!” said Marcuz, waving a hand.
“I get a pay check now, Luca! So solve my math—what is the man thinking?”
“Okay, I’m gonna be honest with you, bro—”
“I’m all ears!”
“I think it’s getting real dangerous!”
“How?”
“Cannon can’t harm you so long as Cannon Skies still goes on air. That is your lifeline!”
“Okay!—”
“At the same time, they can’t let you be. They must be planning something massive.”
Marcuz dropped a sigh.
Luca went on. “I think they set eyes on you so they could make you undo you.”
“How do you mean?”
“You see, it’s psychological stuff some people do to pressure others.
“Detectives play that game. They put their suspect in the interrogation room, then monitor them on surveillance cameras.
“The suspect is aware that they’ve got eyes on them, so they become real careful.
“But the detectives don’t show up for as long as possible...
“They don’t do anything, so their suspect waits on. Then, that person will start to get pressured.
“It’s the kind of games they play to frustrate people and make them mess up.”
Marcuz was disturbed.
“Oh Lord, what have I done? What have I done to myself?!”
It was clear he’d raced alone, and had reached a wall.
He turned to Luca now. “What should I do? Please tell me what I must do!”
Luca glanced at him and shook his head. He’d met a dead end, too.
“I honestly don’t know!” he sighed at last. “I don’t know where to turn!”
Marcuz was surprised.
“If I say you wait things out like Cannon does,” he explained, “it will not change a thing, will it?
“You might still get pressured. You may be caught, too.”
Marcuz interposed him.
“Is it even likely that there’s another reason Bembe is watching me?” Things were getting at him fast.
Luca just paused a moment. Then he sighed, “Well, I’m not sure!”
Now the older one got frustrated. He puffed a huge breath…
As Luca’s help didn’t feel to him like it bettered the matter. It somehow felt like it worsened it.
Yes, the dude had taken the fight into his hands, and had quickly reached his wits end...
But then, he was surprised that Luca met a dead end, too.
Therefore Marcuz thought to reach out to his uncle, Vincent Macaulay.
For now he thought to wage war the God way.
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