Leonard was exhausted. Directing Benny had been draining, but getting Jared James to understand he was Sam’s next target, and to get him off his butt to do something about it, had been worse than walking through hell’s fires. How the man had gotten as far in the business world as he had, was beyond Leonard’s comprehension. The man was a coward and an idiot. Leonard had had to pull him up off the floor, where he was blubbering in fear, and plant the idea to take Sam out in his head. If it had been left up to James, he would still be laying on the floor wetting himself, an easy target for Sam Barnhart, or anyone else for that matter.
Leonard stretched his small wings and his even smaller arms. He opened his mouth and yawned so big that it caused a small back draft on the world below. He needed to rest and be ready for the night. But before he could, he had one more puzzle to work out.
When he had been helping Benny, he had felt some resistance in Benny. Resistance that should not have been there. Where had that come from? Was Benny stronger then he looked? Or, were there forces at work trying to crash Leonard’s plans? Leonard dismissed the thought that Saul could, once again, be challenging his plan. He had taken care of that obstacle, hadn’t he? It was just not possible that any other immortal would care about the situation. They had their own assignments and problems to worry about.
A trickle of apprehension lingered in Leonard’s mind, as the new day began to unfold around him. He felt weary after his recent intervention with Benny and James, and decided to take some time to recoup. He would have to leave the humans to their own devices for a while. How much trouble could they cause on their own, anyway?