Okay super short chapter but I just had to post it and the next one should be up soon. I was just feeling like shoving you guys off of a cliff today. Please don't hate me. As always, I own only my mental fangirl and the names you know thanks to her.
Chapter three: Something's not right.
There are plenty of things in this life that I am perfectly sure about and the fact that Spot Conlon is up to something is one of them. He may think he is doing a good job of hiding it behind his usual cold mask but that wasn't going to work for me. No way in the world of Newsies was I going to fall for his tricks. I knew him better than that.
I wanted to ask someone about it but Ricky was in Manhattan, Robin was who knows where and Fire won't even talk to me. Not to mention Snipeshooter kept voiding me and little Snitch practically ran away screaming whenever I even looked like I was going his way. That was my biggest clue. Snitch normally loved to run to me with everything. He really lived up to his name.
"Hey Cap!" A small boy shouted running up to me as fast as he could.
I knew it was Slips and the minute the poor kid tripped over his own two feet and slipped a few feet confirmed it. He stood up and brushed it off before walking over to me with a bit of a limp. Poor kid really took a bad fall this time and that was saying a lot. He was eating pavement more than he was on his feet.
"What's goin' on?" I asked getting up from my crate where I was once again stuck watching the newsies while Spot was pretty much locked in our room.
He had so nicely informed me that he wasn't getting out of bed this morning so I was in charge of Brooklyn again. Only this time I was supposed to deal with everything myself. He must really be sick or something because I never knew Spot to take breaks.
"There's a couple of boys coming from Queens. They's headed over here to the docks." He said looking at me with a worried expression.
"Get Fire then go see Doc." I ordered the boy ran off.
As soon as fire got to me I sent him to go get Spot. I don't care how bad he was feeling today or the fact that I was most likely going to be in trouble for this but I was pretty sure Queens was trouble. At least that was the experience I ad with them. Sure there had been a few Harlem boys in that warehouse but Moody had kicked them out as fast as he had heard the names.
This was not good!