Ben took up the list pointing to each name in order. He repeated the process for a few moments, and eventually lit on one name, highlighted it and handed the scanner back to Wil.
“Ishanti Abrams? Who the hell is he?”
“She,” Ben replied. “No idea.”
“What made you pick her then?”
“My four friends.”
Wil frowned. Ben held up his right hand, back toward Wil.
“Eenie, meenie, minie and mo.” He lowered one finger with each word until only the middle finger was extended. Brandishing it, then snapping a cocky salute, he turned on his heel and left the room.
© 2018 Dellani Oakes
Lone Wolf Tales is a Collection of 9 Short Stories and Novellas from my Sci-Fi universe.