Abby paroled the perimeter of the highest rampart, surveying the terrain. She could see at least five miles of the immediate environs from her lofty perch. The estate itself occupied a thousand acres, but she could see what was going on in selected parts of it, if there were sudden anomalies in time or space. She watched the workmen finishing up the swimming pool in the southeast training area. One man was completing the tile surrounding the pool, and there was a diver at the bottom, putting filters in the drain.
Without warning the pool disappeared, workmen and all. She gave a heavy sigh. There were several forecasters who could physically move something that big, but only one with the audacity or impudence to do it- Marcus Silver. She had to admit it was a bold move, but that young man had a serious aversion to boundaries. He had to learn what they were, and how to stay within them. For now she'd allow it, let him spread his wings a little bit, but when he changed the girls' clothing to skimpy bikinis, she started to fume. She thought for sure the girls would object, but they didn't seem to be too put out by it. They just continued their conversations. Marc must have chosen the swimsuits he'd already seen Olivia and Chloe wear. She shrugged. If the girls didn't mind, then she wouldn't make a big fuss about it.
She put her elbows on the rampart's parapet and cradled her head in her hands. From her vantage point she could see Marc do a cannonball into the deep end of the pool just as the diver finished his work on the drain. He felt the sudden disturbance in the water, but didn't have time to get out of the way before Marc jumped right on his head! Typically, he hadn't bothered to look before he leaped. The furious diver pushed Marc away, and broke the surface of the water, swearing and sputtering.
"Ye frickin' idjit, air ye tryin' to drrrrrrrown me?" the diver bellowed in a thick Gaelic accent. The madder he got, the harder it was to understand him.
"N ... no ... I didn't see ... " Marc tried to explain as he clung to the edge of the pool.
"Uh course ye dinna see, ye addled pated young pup. I betcha dinna even look!"
Marc turned bright red with embarrassment. He couldn't deny the obvious. He looked over at the two girls to see how they reacted to the confrontation. They were sitting on the tiled edge of the pool, their feet in the water, trying not to giggle. James stood behind them fully clothed, smirking with delight at Marc's comeuppance. Just then the other workman stood up from his completed tiling job. He had been hidden by the diving board, and now he strode toward Marcus, his face red with anger, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Put it back, you goddamn fool. You dumped the pool onto virgin soil without any footings, or structural support. We're going to start sinking any moment, and all our hard work will be ruined. Put us back. Now. How stupid could one person possibly get? I should turn you into a toad!"
Marc looked up at the workman with more curiosity than concern. "Can you do that?"
It was the workman's turn to blush with embarrassment. "Not without losing my job, and you're just not worth it. Put us back," he repeated.
"Fine, fine. You don't have to be so snotty about it," Marc grumped as he clapped his hands. A bubble was formed around the pool, the young people, the workmen and all. The bubble moved silently back to where the pool belonged, and lowered it gently back into place.
Abby laughed delightedly as she watched the proceedings. It looked like Marc was learning where some of his boundaries were without her help today.