The Nod

Positioned in a corner at the front of the café, Amon had a global view of his surroundings. The large window to his right, allowed him to keep an eye on those marching down Centennial. He noted the diversity of the crowd and was struck by the creativity of their signs. “Clever,” he thought but deep down he knew that they were missing the bigger picture. You never see the real revolutionaries coming. He continued to watch the misguided protest and sip his morning brew of hot water, lemon, and honey, until Rance walked in. He wasn’t expecting him but he wasn’t surprised to see him there. Especially now that things were so bad. Tall and blessed with movie star good looks, Rance turned every head in the room. All eyes followed him from the door to the counter where he finally took his seat. He removed his hat to reveal a bald head with a thin scar running along the base of his skull. Amon knew all too well what that meant. He was being summoned. He thought back to the words of his father, “they thought they were killing the dream when they got Martin. Damn fools didn’t know they were giving birth to his legacy.” Amon had trained his entire life for this very moment and every minute that followed. He was ready. While everyone was fixated on Rance, Amon caught his eye and gave him the signal. Amon was accepting his task. He stood up from his seat, savored his last sip and moved into action.