~Trepidation~
by Electric Spyro :o)
" Uh - Ms.? Another cup of coffee please?" said a woman at a table near the front door.
" Oh - right." Chloe said jumping up from her spot. She looked back at Clark who was still absorbed in the man at the other table. " Well, later Clark. Unlike some, I have things to do right now."
" Uh? Oh - sure." Clark said glancing over at Chloe. She definitely wasn't a buisness person. He wished he could help her out more but he just couldn't keep his mind off Lana.
" Here you go." Chloe said handing the coffee to the woman who thanked her. Chloe was then about to head back to the counter when someone else asked for her. Clark looked by the counter at the trash can. Well, at least he could help out there.
He slid off his stool and walked over to the trash and pulled the bag out. Behind him, the man in the counter was shaking, looking as if his worst nightmare had just come true.
Clark spotted the a piece of paper lying in the bag. Although it was slightly crumpled, Clark read part of it:
- but the rocks have powers. I got it all ready -
Clark snatched the paper out of the bag. The man stood up from his chair and looked around neverously. He needed a way to get the paper out of Clark's hands. But it was to late. Clark read the rest of the paper, raced out the back door, and was gone. The man pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
" Boss? Yeah, we've hit a small problem in plan."
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Strike sat in the back seat of the car cooly gazing out at the buildings talking to Larson on his phone. " What kind of problem Larson? Shit. How did I know that was gonna happen? Shut up Larson! Listen to me - get over to the hideout with anyone noticing. I'll meet you there. Let's find out just how much this Kent boy is worth."
Strike turned off his phone. The driver looked back at him through his rear view mirror. Strike knodded at him and instead of turning at the next road (which was what they originally wanted to do) they kept going straight.
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Clark ran out onto the sidewalk infront of the Talon and looked both ways down the street. Just than Pete walked up to him. " Yo, Clark!" Pete noticed the expression on Clark's face. " What's up?"
" I found this in the trash at the Talon. It's some kind of note to one of Strike's gang members. It says that he got the 'rocks' - probably the meteor rocks - and that everyone needs to meet at the hideout on X street."
" Clark, you know there's know X street. " Pete stated. " That's probably a fake note anyway."
" I doubt a note that someone tried to throw away would be fake." Clark thought for a while. Then it hit him. " And X....X is 10! In roman numerals X is 10!"
" Which means -" Pete began.
" Which means that the hide is on Tenth Street. This street! Lana's somewhere on this street Pete (street and Pete rhyme - cool!)."
" Yeah, but the question is where." They both tried to think of some place on this street they could hide. It was awfully busy. There weren't any bars or empty warehouse nearby. People constantly walked down the road. Surely someone would see them. Just then, Clark looked behind Pete. " That question has just been answered."
Pete turned around just in time to see a shining black cadilac with the license plate: DMX 828, turn down a small bumpy little road on the edge of Tenth Street. He looked back at Clark. This was it. Clark only hoped Lana was alive.
A.N. Sorry 2 leave ya'll hangin' like that but I need 2 study 4 my extremely confusing Constitution test (wish me luck!). Thanx 4 the really nice review Chloe-lookalikey-reborn (I hope I'm not destroying you 2 much!) Thanx 2 everyone else 2! Chow 4 now! :o)
" Uh - Ms.? Another cup of coffee please?" said a woman at a table near the front door.
" Oh - right." Chloe said jumping up from her spot. She looked back at Clark who was still absorbed in the man at the other table. " Well, later Clark. Unlike some, I have things to do right now."
" Uh? Oh - sure." Clark said glancing over at Chloe. She definitely wasn't a buisness person. He wished he could help her out more but he just couldn't keep his mind off Lana.
" Here you go." Chloe said handing the coffee to the woman who thanked her. Chloe was then about to head back to the counter when someone else asked for her. Clark looked by the counter at the trash can. Well, at least he could help out there.
He slid off his stool and walked over to the trash and pulled the bag out. Behind him, the man in the counter was shaking, looking as if his worst nightmare had just come true.
Clark spotted the a piece of paper lying in the bag. Although it was slightly crumpled, Clark read part of it:
- but the rocks have powers. I got it all ready -
Clark snatched the paper out of the bag. The man stood up from his chair and looked around neverously. He needed a way to get the paper out of Clark's hands. But it was to late. Clark read the rest of the paper, raced out the back door, and was gone. The man pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
" Boss? Yeah, we've hit a small problem in plan."
$#%$#^%@^%#^&%#$$&^#$&
Strike sat in the back seat of the car cooly gazing out at the buildings talking to Larson on his phone. " What kind of problem Larson? Shit. How did I know that was gonna happen? Shut up Larson! Listen to me - get over to the hideout with anyone noticing. I'll meet you there. Let's find out just how much this Kent boy is worth."
Strike turned off his phone. The driver looked back at him through his rear view mirror. Strike knodded at him and instead of turning at the next road (which was what they originally wanted to do) they kept going straight.
^$&%^%*&^*&(*&(&&^&$%
Clark ran out onto the sidewalk infront of the Talon and looked both ways down the street. Just than Pete walked up to him. " Yo, Clark!" Pete noticed the expression on Clark's face. " What's up?"
" I found this in the trash at the Talon. It's some kind of note to one of Strike's gang members. It says that he got the 'rocks' - probably the meteor rocks - and that everyone needs to meet at the hideout on X street."
" Clark, you know there's know X street. " Pete stated. " That's probably a fake note anyway."
" I doubt a note that someone tried to throw away would be fake." Clark thought for a while. Then it hit him. " And X....X is 10! In roman numerals X is 10!"
" Which means -" Pete began.
" Which means that the hide is on Tenth Street. This street! Lana's somewhere on this street Pete (street and Pete rhyme - cool!)."
" Yeah, but the question is where." They both tried to think of some place on this street they could hide. It was awfully busy. There weren't any bars or empty warehouse nearby. People constantly walked down the road. Surely someone would see them. Just then, Clark looked behind Pete. " That question has just been answered."
Pete turned around just in time to see a shining black cadilac with the license plate: DMX 828, turn down a small bumpy little road on the edge of Tenth Street. He looked back at Clark. This was it. Clark only hoped Lana was alive.
A.N. Sorry 2 leave ya'll hangin' like that but I need 2 study 4 my extremely confusing Constitution test (wish me luck!). Thanx 4 the really nice review Chloe-lookalikey-reborn (I hope I'm not destroying you 2 much!) Thanx 2 everyone else 2! Chow 4 now! :o)