A/N and now back to the typo-ridden story hath returned. It's almost over. No takers on my challenge story. L. Now I'm going to write it! bwahah! So, updates may be more sparce, but another story will be on the way! And when I finish this I'll keep updating Checkmate. That one's finished.
"I love your hair." I reached out and grabbed a strang and plucked it out teasingly.
"Thank you!"
"The south american sun made it redder! Did you plan that?"
"No. But it turned out nice didn't it?"
I pretended to drop the hair, but I tucked it in my pants' elastic for testing later.
"So. Tell me about Argentina."
"Drug ring. They just needed someone to pass as the leader's son's boyfriend."
"Fun!"
"It was all right. He was a weirdo kid I had to be around a lot."
"Dodger came."
"Yeah. We had to send our replacements back to the compound though."
I felt a creepy sensation.
I knew what was going on! I knew the plan! But. My mind wasn't letting me see it.
I felt intensly frusterated. I somehow knew what was going to happy, and I knew what was going on, but at the same time...I couldn't put my finger on it.
I walked with her towards camp.
What am I missing? What are they planning to do? AAAAAAAAAAA! I know! Why can't I think of it? It's right there, just eluding me!
I looked at Dusk.
Why would they go through so much trouble finding a replacement if they could just tell the higher up she had died in Argentina?
And then I knew
Updates shall come soon! I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die! On that "little kid" view point. Does anyone here remember pogs? I was just thinking about them. Pogs and slammers. Good times.
