A/N: before you start flaming me for this short, crappy chapter, read the a/n at the end…
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The next morning, Beka, Rommie, and Trance entered the mess hall. (A/N: at this point in the story, we'll say this is old Trance 'cause…guess what…we like her better!)
"Ow!" Beka stumbled over something as she was walking. "What the hell?" Not having had any coffee yet, Beka was a bit grumpy.
"It would appear that you have just stumbled over a sleeping bag." Rommie stated the obvious.
"No shit, Sherlock!" Beka, who still hadn't had her coffee, was still grumpy. "The question is, what is a sleeping bag, no, make that three sleeping bags, doing in the middle of the mess hall?"
One of the sleeping bags rolled over.
"Make that three sleeping bags with people inside!" exclaimed Trance.
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A/N: I know this chapter was really short and kinda crappy, but I promise the next chapter will be much, much longer