Chapter 9
Distracted by Games
Den's POV
"When do we get to go?" Harrison whined.
"I told you, we go later. Because we have a job to do now." Zhalia hissed.
"But it looks fun!" Harrison watched as some kids went into the arcade.
"Yeah." I agreed.
"Not you too, Den." She groaned.
"I could totally win at the basketball game." Harrison bragged.
"Nu-huh." I told him.
"Yeah-huh." He retorted.
"Nu-huh. I'm better than you." I pointed out.
"Boys, stop it! Or you're not going to the arcade!" Zhalia threatened.
"Yes, Ma'am." We said, shirking back at her glare.
"How hard is it to find a museum hosting an exhibit on rare gems? Now, where's that street? I hate London's layout. It should be here…" She looked around. We groaned.
Den's POV End