My second chapter of Lyra's story. Wow, I'm quick. Note my sarcasm. Oh well. On with the story.
"WHAT!!!!!!!!!!"
"Commander Root, while I completely understand that this is huge, do you have to drive me deaf?" I ask hopefully. Maybe it was a bad idea to tell about the missing sketches. Even over the headset, I have a headache to top all headaches.
Hearing Foaly snicker, I nearly sigh with relief. Now Root's gonna get in an argument with Foaly, which is rather amusing...
"Lyra, do you have any idea who has the sketches?" Huh, what happened to Root? Musta left. I hate communicating on through the headset. You can never see the other person.
"Two humans, a man and a woman from the Las Vegas CSI team. The woman was called Sara, and the man was called Grissom, which I think is his last name." The second I finished Foaly started typing.
"They are one Sara Sidle and a Gil Grissom," Foaly started.
"Uh, Foaly?" I interrupt.
"What now?"
"They looked like they were almost done, maybe just cleaning up."
"So they might be back at their lab."
"Yeah, and that counts as a dwelling. So someone has to get an invite."
"That might be a problem." Foaly muttered.
"Nah, I have an idea. I think."
"What?"
"It's past midnight."
"So?"
"Minors aren't allowed in public parts of casino/hotels then."
"And Mud People think you're a minor, so you won't be allowed in. But casinos are open to anyone over twenty-one years of age, so you won't need an invitation technically."
"But if they find me in there without a guardian, I'll be taken by Child Services."
"But if no one there is available, you'll be taken to the police station."
"Sorta. I'm thinking maybe with a little help from you, I can be taken to where my sketches are instead."
"We can't leave you to do this alone. An officer or two has to help you if you get stuck."
"How will they get in?"
"Good point. You can use the mesmer on someone to invite them in."
"Will that even work?"
"It should."
"I don't like advise with ought or should," I mutter.
"There's a good chance it will, then. Happy?"
"Ecstatic. And if you send Chix again, you will be buried in a matchbox in thousands of itty-bitty pieces. Got it?"
"Yes, Lyra."
"Good. Whose coming?"
"Foaly, Root said you want to see me?" I grinned at the voice.
"Hey, Holly."
"Lyra Rivers, what did you do now? Start from the beginning." Cousins. Honestly. They know you too well.
"Well, in the beginning, God created the universe, but this caused a lot of problems and was generally considered a bad idea. "
"Lyra..."
"Okay, well..."
A/N: Ok, um, details of Lyra. She appears to be sixteen, has greenish hazel eyes, and dark auburn hair down past her shoulders. She's half an inch shorter than Holly, her cousin on her mother's side.
"WHAT!!!!!!!!!!"
"Commander Root, while I completely understand that this is huge, do you have to drive me deaf?" I ask hopefully. Maybe it was a bad idea to tell about the missing sketches. Even over the headset, I have a headache to top all headaches.
Hearing Foaly snicker, I nearly sigh with relief. Now Root's gonna get in an argument with Foaly, which is rather amusing...
"Lyra, do you have any idea who has the sketches?" Huh, what happened to Root? Musta left. I hate communicating on through the headset. You can never see the other person.
"Two humans, a man and a woman from the Las Vegas CSI team. The woman was called Sara, and the man was called Grissom, which I think is his last name." The second I finished Foaly started typing.
"They are one Sara Sidle and a Gil Grissom," Foaly started.
"Uh, Foaly?" I interrupt.
"What now?"
"They looked like they were almost done, maybe just cleaning up."
"So they might be back at their lab."
"Yeah, and that counts as a dwelling. So someone has to get an invite."
"That might be a problem." Foaly muttered.
"Nah, I have an idea. I think."
"What?"
"It's past midnight."
"So?"
"Minors aren't allowed in public parts of casino/hotels then."
"And Mud People think you're a minor, so you won't be allowed in. But casinos are open to anyone over twenty-one years of age, so you won't need an invitation technically."
"But if they find me in there without a guardian, I'll be taken by Child Services."
"But if no one there is available, you'll be taken to the police station."
"Sorta. I'm thinking maybe with a little help from you, I can be taken to where my sketches are instead."
"We can't leave you to do this alone. An officer or two has to help you if you get stuck."
"How will they get in?"
"Good point. You can use the mesmer on someone to invite them in."
"Will that even work?"
"It should."
"I don't like advise with ought or should," I mutter.
"There's a good chance it will, then. Happy?"
"Ecstatic. And if you send Chix again, you will be buried in a matchbox in thousands of itty-bitty pieces. Got it?"
"Yes, Lyra."
"Good. Whose coming?"
"Foaly, Root said you want to see me?" I grinned at the voice.
"Hey, Holly."
"Lyra Rivers, what did you do now? Start from the beginning." Cousins. Honestly. They know you too well.
"Well, in the beginning, God created the universe, but this caused a lot of problems and was generally considered a bad idea. "
"Lyra..."
"Okay, well..."
A/N: Ok, um, details of Lyra. She appears to be sixteen, has greenish hazel eyes, and dark auburn hair down past her shoulders. She's half an inch shorter than Holly, her cousin on her mother's side.