Atlantis: chapter 7

And here's the next chapter in the ongoing saga (lol). Chapter seven everyone!

Please note this is a work in progress, the authors reserve the right to edit and/or re-format the book.

Chapter VII: (no title yet)

"Wake up sleepy head." A soft voice flowed through Tom's ear as he drifted back to consciousness. It was Scarlett.

"Right now?" He grumbled.

"Yep. Matt's making eggs and bacon."

"Somehow the idea of a homey meal of eggs and bacon here just turns the thought sour." Tom yawned.

Tom lifted himself on his elbow into a slouched but technically upright position. Blinking back the sleep-induced haze, he crawled out from under the thin blanket. He stumbled up to the kitchen counter of the tiny room and groped around for the coffee pot. Pouring himself a cup of the dark, cloudy black liquid, he settled down on a stool with a plate.

Matt was still in the kitchen, beating a bowl of eggs. Somehow it just seemed out of place. Matt scrambling eggs inside and firing guns and slicing with knives outside. Just odd.