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Reggie Cawthorne's POV
Brooke seems to have made friends already. She stands around the spear-
throwing station with the girl from 6 and the boy from 7. I don't care; I'll find better
allies. The girl from 7 seems pretty promising. She has great aim and hits the dummy in
the heart every time with a dagger. Making a decision, I saunter over to her. Besides,
she's pretty, I add in my mind before leaning on the wall behind her head.
"Hey, there," I say, giving Rhymer a dazzling smile.
"Oh! Hi, I didn't see you there," she says, emitting a small, nervous chuckle.
"So, how's your aim?" I ask, nodding at the spear clutched in her hand.
"Pretty good," she says, letting the spear fly towards the target. It lands right in
the center, causing chills to run down my back. Definitely need this girl as an ally, I
think.
"So, what do you say about being allies?" I ask. Her head snaps around, sending
her blonde hair flying every which way.
"How's your aim?" she asks, leaning in close to my face.
"Pretty good, wanna see?" I ask, reaching for the spear in her hands. She nods
and releases her grip on it. Quickly she picks another one up, pressing it in to the palm
of her hand. I raise my eyebrow at her actions, but don't bother to ask. I release the
spear, watching it fly through the air and land evenly next to hers.
"Alright, I'm in," she says, grinning at me.
"Which station do you want to go to, ally?" I ask.
"Let's go to camouflage," she says, pointing towards the empty station. Grinning,
I follow her eagerly.