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White Flag
Chapter 8
Sydney's POV
When we reached the others, I let go of Michael's hand and let my pack fall down with a 'thud' to the ground. Looking around, I saw that some of the others were already leaving. Angela ran over to me.
"What took you and Mike so long to get here?" She asked.
"What do you mean? We didn't take that long to get here after you." I replied. 'Or maybe,' I thought to myself, 'that little break we took a few minutes ago lasted longer than I thought. ' I grinned, recalling the soft, sweet kisses, and the warmth and butterflies that had been present there. I hadn't been able to resist him. Not with the sun playing across his face, highlighting his eyes, making them a magical green.
"Okay, maybe we did take a few minutes more." I laughed. Angela smiled a knowing grin.
"I understand. Eric and I were a few minutes late ourselves." She whispered, a smile of happiness flickering across her face. I was about to say something when Eric and Michael came up to us.
"Ready to go win this thing?!" Eric yelled pumping his fist up in the air. A few people look over at us, shooting us weird looks.
"Uh . . .yeah." Michael pulled Eric's fist down. "Let's go."
Michael's POV
"Hey, does anyone hear something?" Eric asked quietly. We stopped for a minute to listened.
"Uh . . ." Angela began. "I don't hear any-"
Suddenly she was interrupted as we heard footsteps approaching, belonging to two figures.
"Hurry up, slow poke!" An impatient voice shouted.
We rushed to crouch down behind some bushes, listening intently.
"So uh . . . What are we doing again?" A timid voice asked.
"Why did I get stuck with you? Why?!" She yelled at him.
"Sorry," He looked down at his shoes, afraid to look her in the eye.
"How many times to I have to explain, Julian?" The girl asked, clearly exasperated. "We follow Brent and Sarah, who are going to get caught. Then they'll lead us to the White team's prison and we'll listen for clues as to where their flag is. When we find out, we go back to the point and tell the others. We have to be fast because we don't want to leave those two incompetent fools there to protect our flag alone. Got it?"
"Yeah," He mumbled, face red. "I got it, Lauren."
"Good. Now let's get moving before we lose them." With that, she walked off hastily, a nasty look still on her arrogant face, leaving Julian behind. He scurried after her, tripping several times over his own feet.
Sydney's POV
I waited a few minutes after the left before letting out a breath of air.
"So . . ." I started.
"Yeah, so it sounded like their flag was at the point, right?" Angela asked.
"That's what it sounded like to me." Michael put in. "And it sounds as if there are only two people watching it right now."
"Wow! Are we lucky or what?" Eric asked enthusiastically.
"Yeah, we are." I added with a smile covering my face. "So how should we get to the point?"
"Well . . . . " Michael scrunched up his forehead, thinking. "If we take the trail that leads straight to it, we run a higher chance of being caught. So if we take the path that leads behind the Zuni camp unit, we can sneak up the back side of the hill to the point."
"That sounds good to me." Eric said.
"Me too." I agreed.
"Okay, then let's go!" Angela cheerfully said, walking off into the direction of the trail. I followed her, Mike and Eric close behind me.
'Ya know? This is almost to easy. ' I thought, picking my way over the rocks that littered the trail. My mind wandered back to the ravens that I had seen earlier that morning. 'I wonder if that's a sign of any kind? I hope not, but . . . . ' I stopped mid thought as we reached the bottom of the slope that lead up the hill to the point.
Michael's POV
We parted when we arrived at the bottom of the hill. Walking softly, we crept up the slant, and to one side.
"We're almost there." I whispered to Syd, stepping closer to her so I could avoid a branch that was lying in my path.
"Yeah." Sydney murmured in agreement, grabbing hold of my hand and giving it a squeeze. We made our way quietly as we grew closer to the summit of the hill.
Sydney's POV
I motioned him towards the ground, indicating that we should crawl the rest of the way. I smiled as he nodded and flashed me a grin, causing my stomach to fly. I watched as he lowered himself to the ground, admiring his flexing muscles. 'Get a grip. ' I chided myself, as I felt my lips move up into a goofy smile. I was getting to my knees when I heard some leaves rustle faintly behind me. I glanced over my shoulder but couldn't see anything apart from the trees. I laid flat on my stomach, twigs and rocks pressing into my skin. I reached forward to signal to Mike that I was in place. My fingers were about to nudge his ankle when I saw a shadow pass over the ground around me. Bracing my hand on the ground I pushed, starting to turn over. My eyes were about to reach the cause of the shadow when I felt a sharp prick in my neck. I gasped, covering the pained area with my palm. My eyes watered and started to blur as I saw a human shape step before me. Colors faded to gray, and I heard Michael call out. I tried to scream as a rough hand covered my mouth, and I could feel the pressure of hands against me, lifting me off the ground, throwing me over their shoulder. Then my world went black.
So . . . like the cliff hanger? ::evil grin::
Cheyanne