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Camry was awakened by someone pounding on her door. She jumped and checked her watch. Ten o'clock?! She was supposed to be out by nine!
"Your late! I'm coming in!" A voice called. Camry rushed to the door, brushing a piece of hair out of her face as she did so.
"Yah," she said, "Hi. Sorry, I overslept. I'll be out in ten minutes."
"You better be," the man said, "You owe me three hundred dollars for the room, missy. Your parents here?"
"Uh..." Camry replied, "They went out. I mean, they'll be back and... Didn't they pay on there way out?" She brushed her hair away from her face again. The man shook his head.
"Nuh-uh. Wait, you're not the same kid that was here yesterday. She had red hair. You're blond. What happened? You know," he shook a finger at Camry, "If this is some kind of con..." Camry interrupted him, "Noooo! No, sir. No con here. Just my parents and me. Well, really only me right now...umm... yah." She was about to close the door, but he put his foot in it.
"Well, I haven't met your 'parents' yet, missy. They have always been 'out'. Wait," a look of strangled recognition came over his face, "Aren't you that kid...yah, you are! Your face is all over the newspapers. The whole city is looking for you 'cus you're a mutant." He grinned. Oh shit, thought Camry. He lowered his voice to a husky whisper, "Can I come in? I'd like to talk to you. I think I know what's going on." Oh shit, she thought again.
"Sure," she said, in a slightly shaky voice. She led him inside the small room. The two sat down at the table. Camry quickly grabbed her pocketknife (which had been lying on the table) and put it in her pocket. The man raised a brow.
"You always leave knives on the table?" he asked. Camry stuttered around the question for a minute, until he stopped her. "That's not what I'm here for. I know what you did. You and your friends, yes I know that there were just three kids here, you robbed a bank. Dennings kid napped them. You want to find them, right? Well, I might be able to help, if you do one thing."
"How...how do you know?" Camry asked. He replied, "I'm telepathic. I can help you get Dennings. I don't know what he is doing, but he...he took my daughter. I would give anything to get her back. Wherever he took your friends -Dylan and Gryffon, is it? - wherever he took them is where he has my Megan. I will give you use of my computer, if it helps, and I will give you free room and board, and also erase your existing tab. Deal?" This man may or may not have a daughter, but the conditions were excellent.
"Ok, mister...?" she asked.
"Smith."
"Ok, mister Smith, you have yourself a deal." They shook hands
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A/N: ok, do you like? Do you not like? LET ME KNOW!!!
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Camry was awakened by someone pounding on her door. She jumped and checked her watch. Ten o'clock?! She was supposed to be out by nine!
"Your late! I'm coming in!" A voice called. Camry rushed to the door, brushing a piece of hair out of her face as she did so.
"Yah," she said, "Hi. Sorry, I overslept. I'll be out in ten minutes."
"You better be," the man said, "You owe me three hundred dollars for the room, missy. Your parents here?"
"Uh..." Camry replied, "They went out. I mean, they'll be back and... Didn't they pay on there way out?" She brushed her hair away from her face again. The man shook his head.
"Nuh-uh. Wait, you're not the same kid that was here yesterday. She had red hair. You're blond. What happened? You know," he shook a finger at Camry, "If this is some kind of con..." Camry interrupted him, "Noooo! No, sir. No con here. Just my parents and me. Well, really only me right now...umm... yah." She was about to close the door, but he put his foot in it.
"Well, I haven't met your 'parents' yet, missy. They have always been 'out'. Wait," a look of strangled recognition came over his face, "Aren't you that kid...yah, you are! Your face is all over the newspapers. The whole city is looking for you 'cus you're a mutant." He grinned. Oh shit, thought Camry. He lowered his voice to a husky whisper, "Can I come in? I'd like to talk to you. I think I know what's going on." Oh shit, she thought again.
"Sure," she said, in a slightly shaky voice. She led him inside the small room. The two sat down at the table. Camry quickly grabbed her pocketknife (which had been lying on the table) and put it in her pocket. The man raised a brow.
"You always leave knives on the table?" he asked. Camry stuttered around the question for a minute, until he stopped her. "That's not what I'm here for. I know what you did. You and your friends, yes I know that there were just three kids here, you robbed a bank. Dennings kid napped them. You want to find them, right? Well, I might be able to help, if you do one thing."
"How...how do you know?" Camry asked. He replied, "I'm telepathic. I can help you get Dennings. I don't know what he is doing, but he...he took my daughter. I would give anything to get her back. Wherever he took your friends -Dylan and Gryffon, is it? - wherever he took them is where he has my Megan. I will give you use of my computer, if it helps, and I will give you free room and board, and also erase your existing tab. Deal?" This man may or may not have a daughter, but the conditions were excellent.
"Ok, mister...?" she asked.
"Smith."
"Ok, mister Smith, you have yourself a deal." They shook hands
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A/N: ok, do you like? Do you not like? LET ME KNOW!!!
