Aerrow stared down at the little map intently, as if it could answer all of his questions. Like why the Dark Ace pressed it under his belt during their fight a few minutes ago (and why there was a 'the' in the Dark Ace. Seriously, why?)
He would be feeling a completely different kind of uneasiness if the Dark Ace had simply dropped the map and Aerrow had picked it up later. But no, the Dark Ace had to be COMPLETELY CREEPY and put it in Aerrow's pants.
Radarr chattered worriedly when Aerrow turned bright red and nearly crashed into a door.
Silently thanking Finn and Junko's complete oblivion to anything but each other Aerrow mentally slapped himself a few times for good measure.
'Come on Aerrow, you're being more of an idiot than usual to even consider that this could be anything other than a trap. You should just ignore it…but still…' that thought was quickly beaten down and stuffed into a deep, dark mental cavern that had a 'Proceed With Caution' sign strung across the entrance.
Smiling at the familiarity of Piper fussing over them and Stork's laments of doom, Aerrow cast one final glance at the small black x's drawn onto the map.
"Oi, Piper!" he waved the paper above his head "Look at what I found for you!" Piper snatched it up and immediately began squealing over the complex numbers and directions scrawled into the margins. Aerrow frowned out the window at the terra they were fleeing.
'But still…'
He shivered at the ghostly memory of the Dark Aces hand pressed against his back.
Authors Comments
This did not want to be written. First it was repetitative, then it was just bad. I think I finally managed to get it to work. There's the begining of a plot going on in my brain, i just need to be jump-started into writing it...review.