Scene Three of The Shack. Might need to come up with a new title. Not sure how much the shack is going to be around now. Still really don't know where it's going, but at least it's going. Enjoy!
Lane continued to watch the older man make his way from the stairwell door toward the general direction of the security shack. There was something wrong, though. Lane wasn’t entirely sure, but he thought he had seen a flash of bright red when the man pulled his hand away from his temple. He quickly left the shack to see if there was anything he could do to help.
“Sir? Excuse me, sir?”
Gary Newland looked up at the unexpected voice. It took a second for his eyes to focus, but when he realized that there was someone heading toward him, he averted his gaze and quickened his pace. Dammit, dammit, dammit! I’m getting sloppy in my old age. Should have remembered the guard shack. At least I don’t recognize him. Should be easy enough to get past.

