A/N: As you've probably noticed, this is in response to the Starling-Struck contest, hosted by Lieutenant Evergreen. Well, I'm still debating on whether or not it's really her, or The Starlings, who claim to have hacked her… I'm leaning towards the Starlings. Anyways, this was inspired by my Charlie Bone short, which is pretty much the exact same plot line. Cause I'm a sucker for creativity. On with the show ( cause it's gonna be Epic!)
Sinead glanced at the clock. She looked back at the phone. Back at the clock. Back to the phone. This had been going on for about an hour now. Why? Because she was waiting for a contact in Dublin. For what? A special new type of gun. A Neutrino, or something like that.
Most girls would only hang on a phone for a guy. Sinead wasn't like that. In fact, she had never even had a crush in her life, save one. An ongoing one, actually.
The front door slammed, and Ted walked in. He had been at one of the Ekatrina bases all month, having only gotten back two days ago. Since then, he had been mysteriously disappearing every day from noon till three. It was something that Sinead had been thinking hard about, but didn't stop to consider at the moment, what with the phone call she had been waiting for.
Ned had been sort of weird too, but in a normal guy way. Of course, Sinead hadn't expected him to go out for the football team, and thought he looked quite goofy in his uniform, but didn't think about it any more than normal, because it wasn't of that much concern to her.
Just then, the phone rang. Sinead snatched it up, and tried to make it sound like she had just casually picked up the receiver.
" Hello?" Sinead said, anticipation building in her. She was disappointed, however, to here, not an Irish accent, but Mr. McIntyre's voice.
" Ah, Hello Sinead."
Sinead growled in frustration. " What do you want, Mr. McIntyre?" She asked, trying to be polite and frank, so as to keep the occupation of the phone line to a minimum.
" Well, it has been decided by some of us grown-ups" Sinead scoffed at this, " That you children need a hunt free environment to get to know each other. So, we've staged a –what would you young folk call it- 'dance' at Grace's rebuilt mansion."
Sinead sat in stunned silence. She had not expected the grown-ups of all people to be so naive.
" You do realize that you created the 'hunt environment' as you put it?" She said into the receiver, hoping to get her complete and utter repulsion of the idea across the phone waves.
" No, technically not. The hunt was started many, many years ago. But, this is besides the point. You and your brothers will be at Grace's old mansion, at six o'clock on Thursday, even if I have to enlist a Tomas to drag you there." He said, and simply hung up.
Sinead noted three things.
She had no idea what had just happened.
She didn't know what she would wear,
And
She had missed her business call.
A/N: Just a beginning chapter. You know, introducing the storyline, yata yata yata. It was a bit dull, but I'm hoping to fix that with the next few chapters.