~a/n: do you remember how in the last book Sunny was messing around with
the cinnamon because she thought it would be good in the hot chocolate? And
it worked? I took that as a hint that she would be good at cooking as she
got older, and this chapter kinda relies on that fact. (PS--the story title
is based on the last sentence of the student council pledge from SKU--"For
the revolution of the world!" that reference is there just for you, Laera.)
C h a p t e r T w o : G e t m e O u t o f H e r e
"You look awful," Sunny said, shaking her head down at her brother's limp form.
"Thank you for telling me that," Klaus said, opening one eye and glancing up at her from the couch. "it's good to know I look about as good as I feel."
She felt his forehead. "You seem to have a fever, and you were on your feet all night in that stupid club, weren't you? How long are they going to use that place for a contact spot?"
"Until it's printed in the Daily Punctilio." He sat up heavily, rubbing his head. "You know that time you told me you couldn't wait until your training was done and you could actually begin your volunteer work? Don't wish that anymore. Soon enough you too will find yourself dressed like an idiot in severe pain, dreaming of sweet, blissful, quiet death." He crossed the room and started towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a long, hot shower. If I don't return, make sure my obituary is accurate."
"I'll make you some chicken soup for when you get out."
He made a small, agonized noise, which she was sure was a thank you. His boots clunked heavily across the floor, his trench coat swishing behind him. For the moment his hair was jet black, to blend him in. Of course his disguise was good, but underneath it all Sunny knew he probably felt lost in that tiny, smoky, stinky place.
She walked over to the coffee table in the living room where Klaus had thrown the little packet he had received that night. "Please transfer to V. for decoding," it said, and she recognized the handwriting as Duncan's.
Sunny leaned out the window, trying a call she had just learned--it was a little like a whistle and a little like the coo of a pigeon, and sure enough Daniel came swooping towards her. She stared the pigeon in the eye as she tied the envelope around its leg. "Take this to Violet as soon as possible."
The pigeon nodded and flew off, and Sunny went back to the soup, pleased that she had done it correctly. Violet was the only fully trained Volunteer who could really work a computer, so she was most certainly the only one who could decode whatever sort of disk it was in that little packet.
C h a p t e r T w o : G e t m e O u t o f H e r e
"You look awful," Sunny said, shaking her head down at her brother's limp form.
"Thank you for telling me that," Klaus said, opening one eye and glancing up at her from the couch. "it's good to know I look about as good as I feel."
She felt his forehead. "You seem to have a fever, and you were on your feet all night in that stupid club, weren't you? How long are they going to use that place for a contact spot?"
"Until it's printed in the Daily Punctilio." He sat up heavily, rubbing his head. "You know that time you told me you couldn't wait until your training was done and you could actually begin your volunteer work? Don't wish that anymore. Soon enough you too will find yourself dressed like an idiot in severe pain, dreaming of sweet, blissful, quiet death." He crossed the room and started towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a long, hot shower. If I don't return, make sure my obituary is accurate."
"I'll make you some chicken soup for when you get out."
He made a small, agonized noise, which she was sure was a thank you. His boots clunked heavily across the floor, his trench coat swishing behind him. For the moment his hair was jet black, to blend him in. Of course his disguise was good, but underneath it all Sunny knew he probably felt lost in that tiny, smoky, stinky place.
She walked over to the coffee table in the living room where Klaus had thrown the little packet he had received that night. "Please transfer to V. for decoding," it said, and she recognized the handwriting as Duncan's.
Sunny leaned out the window, trying a call she had just learned--it was a little like a whistle and a little like the coo of a pigeon, and sure enough Daniel came swooping towards her. She stared the pigeon in the eye as she tied the envelope around its leg. "Take this to Violet as soon as possible."
The pigeon nodded and flew off, and Sunny went back to the soup, pleased that she had done it correctly. Violet was the only fully trained Volunteer who could really work a computer, so she was most certainly the only one who could decode whatever sort of disk it was in that little packet.