Take a Trip..pt 4

Nacek peaked over the ridge of the **motor** of the wheelchair whirred up the flagstone path. “That’s our target boys,” he looked at Calen and Jake.

“I don’t know man,” Jake said. “He’s an old guy in a wheel chair. Is it really fair?”

Calen laughed, “He is more than an old guy in a wheel chair.”

“Eh, we can take him,” Nacek said. He stood up and charged. Calen and Jake following behind.

The man turned the chair to face them, smile on his face. With a wave of his hand, all three were left hovering in the air.