CHAPTER 3, PART 1 – READY TO STRIKE
In Mindawarra, there were two people who were not enjoying the recent weather. They sat silently on two fence posts - about 2 paddocks over from Ben and Francis' laboratory - like owls watching their prey. Any minute now one of the aggressive birds would swoop down for the kill, snatching their helpless prey off the ground. All they need is the right timing…
One figure – a tall teenager with straight black hair and dark brown eyes – looked quite impatient. Her crossed arms were sheltered from the wind by a midnight black jacket and her legs were covered in dark denim. Her hair swayed backwards and forwards fiercely in the cruel conditions. One of the toes of her high-heeled leather boots repetitively tapped the ground in annoyance.
'Have you seen anything yet?' she asked the other figure in an icy tone. It sounded more like a threat then a question.
The other girl, who was maybe two or three years younger, lowered her binoculars and turned. Her hair was sheltered under a large blue hood, but small red curls stuck out from underneath it. She peered at the teenage girl with her own pair of dark brown eyes. 'If I had seen anything, I would of told you, wouldn't I?' She rolled her eyes and turned back to her spying.
A few seconds later, she spun around again. 'Why are we doing this, anyway?'
'I think it'd be better if you didn't ask questions, and just did the job your supposed to be doing.' The teenager peered past the other figure towards the large shed. 'I really don't want to do this all again,' she said in a harsh whisper as she played with the ring on her finger.
The younger girl groaned. Then there was a sparkle in her eyes, and she smirked. 'Don't speak to me like that, missy.' She folded her arms and lay them on her chest. 'All your perfect plans are in my hands, remember? I don't have to do any of this.'
'Then you'll be screwing up your own future, dummy.' The crow rolled her eyes in disgust.
The younger of the two was about to retaliate, but before she could open her mouth, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She lunged towards the binoculars and picked them up in one fine swoop. She leant forward on the fence post in curiosity, peering out into the chaotic wind. 'Something's happening,' she almost whispered.
The teenager leapt forward. 'Give me those!' she commanded, but she swiped the binoculars out of the girl's grasp before she could answer. She peered at the shed before a grin curved onto her face. 'Perfect. Absolutely perfect.'
