Disclaimer: They're not ours. Wolfgang, Aurelie, Hotshot, Mouse, Blue and Hawk are ours, the rest aren't.

Justify the Thrill
Chapter 5
Exempt From Sanity

Jack looked pointedly at the thieves for a moment as Spot talked down to Racetrack. It seemed to be banter between friends as they reassessed the death threat. He shook his head in aggravation, "Shall we go then?" He asked, standing, "They're probably waiting for us at the palace."

Spot stepped forward from the group of thieves, "We'll go when we're good and ready. Give us a few minutes." He nodded to the thieves and motioned in the direction of the stairs. They dispersed and headed to their rooms.

Spot on the other hand walked over to the bar, Jack hot on his tail.

"Where are they going?" The prince yelled, enraged. For all he knew they were not going to come back. They were probably going to fetch reinforcements like those little wretches that Spot had sent upstairs. He hoped the division of four to one at the exact moment would convince Spot to give him a straight answer.

Spot just turned to them with a smirk. With a quick wink he turned to Blue, "So what'd you wanna tell me before we left?"

"You're going to Odessa, right?" Blue made sure his facts were straight before continuing. "There's a tavern there, the Pernik Tavern. It's basically Odessa's version of here. If you need somewhere to stay or have them sent, go there. My friend Hawk runs it, he'll help you out. Just tell him I sent you. All the best thieves in the area stay there, and I'm certain they'd all be glad to work with the likes of a Conlon."

Spot bowed his head for a moment at the mention of his surname and all it stood for. "You have no idea how thankful I am for your connections sometimes," he said, "Save our rooms while we're gone."

"Now when have I ever given your rooms away?"

"You've made attempts in the past."

Blue shook his head, "Only in jest. Alright, but if you do stop at that place be sure not to let the nobles in on it. Keep your gang out of trouble. I don't want to have to watch out for injured thieves once you return; takes all the fun out of it."

"I am not bringing the nobles to Avignon," Spot whispered, "but it's not a bad idea to stop there." He looked up to find the rest of his ranks coming back downstairs, "It may well be more than a year before we return."

"Time will pass quick enough. I'll make sure to keep the young'uns out of trouble. Before you know it you will be back here getting into bar fights and robbing from the palace again. Ah, how I look forward to the day I can throw you out that door and tell you to learn to control your drinking or stay out."

As Spot turned from the bar he flashed Jack an I-told-you-so smile and took the cloak of black material that Mouse offered him. The rest of the thieves had gathered an assortment of cloaks and weapons, new swords, more arrows, and daggers; things of that nature. "Shall we?" Spot asked Jack, motioning toward the door.

"You were telling that man about our mission! No one must no of it!"

"That man holds more secrets than you could know. He won't breathe a word to a single soul, ever."

Jack scowled but reluctantly led his boys out the door, the thieves falling closely behind and routinely looking around, more aware than the nobles of their surroundings. Mouse, Race and Spot remained relatively calm as they entered the palace. Their friends' eyes went wide with awe at some of the things they saw outside of their usual hallway. All the gold and jewels were exceedingly tempting, but having the nobles right there in front of them kept anyone from trying, even Blink.

Several guards greeted them as they entered the east wing. While most of the thieves, Racetrack included seemed a little on edge Mouse and Spot did not seem at all thrown by their appearance, even less so as they flanked them on their trip through the palace. The guards and thieves continued to exchange nervous glances as they proceeded down the hall. Wolfgang threw open a heavy set of oaken double doors, leading them into a massive study.

The room was themed in red and gold. Plush chairs and couches littered the room, and everything shone as though it had just been cleaned. Shelves filled with thick, well-bound volumes lined the walls, flowerpots sat atop each table, and a large fire burned away in the hearth.

"This," Jack boasted, "Is one of the palace studies. My father's office is right upstairs. We're going to have to start planning your new identities for the trip. I guess you can keep your color schemes," he shrugged, "but we're going to have to get you some new clothes, finer material. I suppose Spot and I will be making up some titles."

"I guess so," Spot agreed. He'd be damned if Jack thought the shorter thieves were all playing pages.

"We will be mixing the nobles and the thieves." Jack all but spat the last word.

"My boys ain't all going to be your pages."

"Did I ever say they would?" Jack would admit, he had been thinking it, but his father was and he had spoken of it earlier. "I believe we are all to be of a squire's age. However, he does wish us to pair up. We shall discuss it with him rather than arguing over it here."

"Weapons?" Spot asked, "What about them?

Jack rolled his eyes and began to walk toward an opposite door. "I suppose your men all know what weapons they want then?"

"Us people have our specialties," Mouse put in.

"I apologize," Jack said, not sounding or looking the least bit sincere. But then, sincerity of royals was known to be rare.

"We should probably head to the armory then," Wolfgang quickly interjected. He shot a fierce glance at the prince, "Dutchy, would you be so kind as to get the door?"

Dutchy and David pulled the heavy doors open. The thieves gawked in amazement. Lining several walls and tables, as well as littering the floor were weapons of all sorts, both practice and battle ready. Daggers, swords, rapiers, spears, and tridents; they all lined the walls. Longbows, crossbows, and other weapons lined the tables. Quivers of arrows toppled haplessly to the floor.

These were nothing like the weapons each thief held; even their best were not this nice. Almost all the weapons held precious gems, gold, silver, and Artol only knows what else.

Spot was the first to stumble out of their stupor, "Who do all these belong to? Where on earth did you get them all?"

"My father started this collection when he began his knightly training. He receives them as gifts now, when he goes on all of his political trips. There are tridents and daggers from Cascade, rapiers from Kiel, and daggers and bows from Telc and Mure. It's to be passed on through my family now..." Jack trailed off for a moment looking at all of them.

It isn't right for one person to own so many weapons, Spot thought to himself both envious and awestruck.

David picked up where Jack had left off, "King Adonis collected weapons from everywhere and made a private armory. It's where we're to arm ourselves if there was ever a war. Mostly now they're just used for parties or formal events. We haven't really had a chance to try most of them; just the practice stuff." He pointed to a table of beaten, inexpensive weapons.

"Yes, that's it," Jack agreed, coming out of his daydream.

"At least one of them doesn't have an ego bigger than this room," Hotshot muttered to Mouse. She nodded in David's direction as she spoke. He seemed as in awe of the weapons as the thieves did.

"Silence," Wolfgang hissed at them while Mouse stuck out her tongue while Hotshot glared, "We all need to pick weapons for the trip. It doesn't matter if you thieves bring your daggers and weapons, but it can not be seen. There is no way any self respecting noble would carry a pewter dagger wrapped in leather." He glowered at Mouse's belt of daggers as he spoke.

"And just what exactly are you getting at anyway?" Hotshot defended. She was upset at his underestimation of their fighting ability and knowledge. "Are you trying to say we don't know how to travel? Because let me tell you something, we've been to far more dangerous places further from this kingdom, country even, than all of you combined."

Wolfgang made a move to advance and curb her pertness with him but abruptly turned away scowling as he caught the Prince's eye.

The six thieves began to wander the room, looking more closely at all the weapons. Picking an occasional sword up and testing them; much to the dismay of two guards by the door. The young nobles worked their ways around as well as, two of the largest tables being cleared for their equipment.

Spot had chosen only a simple weapon, a small but lethally sharp dagger. The hilt was a deep black and the dagger itself silver; never used and perfectly sized to fit inside a boot. No doubt it was the first place an enemy would check for a dagger, but if Spot even reached in wrong he could cut himself. Even when questioned he reassured them that the dagger and his cane were enough protection.

Blink had picked up a trident, one that had been given to the king as a gift from a Cascadian noble. It was a sterling silver weapon which he would strap diagonally to his back, the gold tipped points pointed downward. The handle of Blink's trident was adorned in pearls, a single large oyster shell and was tipped with and amethyst. It was the very image of things he had seen and grown up around in his childhood. He also added a small strap of daggers, pearls and shells magnificently decorating them. They would join the leather wrapped one's he always wore.

Dutchy was the first noble's son to finish. Looking nervous he laid a large sword on the empty second table. A gold and silver scheme was its coloring but the hilt was wrapped in gold-colored suede. A single ruby shined form the place where blade met hilt.

Mouse laid down a strap of Cascadian daggers similar to Blink's. Hers were tipped with amethyst. A rapier in sterling silver was also placed on the table. It was lined with amethyst and pearls as all Cascadian weapons were.

David also laid a rapier on the table. The gold handle was littered with light blue gems and there was a star carved into the blade. It was larger than that of Mouse but not by much.

Wolfgang chose a back hanger baldric; it was a long sword with an incredibly wide blade that strapped to his back. The people of Adiana, where Wolfgang had grown up, commonly used it. It was heavier and larger than all of the weapons there. Judging by Wolfgang's size he could probably do considerable damage in one swift swing of the weapon. The sword itself was cast in silver with gold engravings along the blade; its hilt was trimmed in jewels as well as a dark green leather grip.

Specs had looked over many weapons and picked up a remarkably simple one. It was a tall staff made of an unnamable type of wood but silver curled around the outside of the weapon. The top was finely decorated with rare jewels, emeralds, colored diamonds, and rubies to name a few. The sterling silver of the sides was also decorated with the same ancient symbols that adorned several of the other weapons in the room.

Hotshot found her weapons at about the same time, the best bow in the room. It was made of ash and very strong. The string was new and there wasn't a single scratch in the wood. She laid it alongside a quiver of her own green tipped arrows. She also laid a strap of Muran daggers. They were silver, each black hilt wrapped in dark greed suede.

Jack removed his sword from his scabbard and placed it next to her weapons. It was they typical sword of a noble, its golden handle adorned with jewels of many colors. His initials were also carved into it. It still looked new, though the thieves all realized he had probably fought with it before.

Racetrack was the last to pick his weapons. He brought up a belt lined with throwing darts. They were dark, their pointed tips freshly sharpened. He also added two bottles of liquid next to them, expectantly poisons. He laid another belt on the table as well. Crimson throwing stars from Telc were held on it. The weapons were light, easily thrown and were the perfect size to hide within the cuffs of his sleeves. Race had been testing them out as the others picked their weapons.

"That's it then," David said, "shall we move on to names?"

"No," Jack insisted. "Spot and I will go upstairs. We have to discuss this trip with my father. We will prepare the names and talk with him about how this will be done. Boys take these men and get some new clothes for them. And Dutchy, fetch Aurelie, and tell her to have fun with those two." He nodded toward Mouse and Hotshot.

With that said Jack and Spot walked side by side out of the room. This left the rest of them still standing in the armory doorway.

David sighed, "We should probably get going then. The seamstress should have something that will fit you." He began walking toward the door and was followed eagerly by the rest of the boys.

"Come along then," Dutchy said to Mouse and Hotshot, "I'm sure Aurelie will have something that will fit the two of you. This'll be fun."

Dutchy, Mouse, and Hotshot left the room quietly and made their way up the stairs. Hotshot took an opportunity and hissed in Mouse's ear, "Why do I have a feeling we're going to regret this?"

Aurelie, luckily, was in her room, and happy to help Dutchy. He left to find the other boys as Aurelia warmly invited the two girls into her room. Mouse and Hotshot made themselves comfortable on the king sized bed while the room's owner threw open the ebony doors of her large closet revealing her fine collection of dresses. The thieves immediately stiffened exchanging wary glances.

"Now let's get started." The woman squealed with excitement ignoring the looks of horror on the other's faces. She may have been a knight but she still enjoyed dressing up.

"Hmmm" Aurelie began eying the girls before her. Motioning for the two to stand she began taking their measurements and recording them carefully. "Ah-ha! I've got just the perfect dress to match your cloak Hotshot!" She exclaimed disappearing into the walk in closet.

Oh where is that dress! I hope I didn't throw it out." She mumbled as she dug through the closet. They heard her comment as she desperately searched for a dress.

"You don't need to find it. Honestly, I'm sure you never wore a dress during your knightly training." Hotshot responded truly hoping the Lady had lost any dress she wished to give her.

"At any function you attend they will expect you to dress appropriately. Hey, here it is! I found it!" The noble exclaimed emerging with a long forest green gown. "Here try it on for size and if it fits you can wear it the remainder of the day!"

Plastering a fake smile on her face, the thief accepted the garment cringing inwardly as she went into the Lady's dressing room.

Hotshot emerged minutes later and stood awkwardly before the enthusiastic noble and smirking thief. The dress was elegant in its simplicity, with gold piping on the sleeves and stylized neckline perfectly highlighted the solid print. The sleeves of this sateen dress flared to bring extra attention. It fit Hotshot perfectly much to her dismay.

"It's perfect! You look beautiful in it Hotshot! Now all we have to do is fix your hair. Not that there's anything wrong with it but you'll look better in the dress if you let you hair down." Aurelie praised.

"Yeah, you look beautiful." Mouse managed before erupting into a fit of giggles.

"Shut up Mouse, you're next."

And indeed Mouse did shut up taking on a fearful look, eyes growing large. "But, but I am wearing a dress. Can't I just keep this one it's my favorite!"

"Well of course you can keep it," Aurelie began "You just can't wear it is all. Not to offend you but Ladies training for their knighthoods usually do not wear such, uh, revealing gowns."

"It's long sleeved!"

"Yes, but it's the skirt. It's far too short for any self respecting noble woman."

Scowling Mouse plopped on the bed crossing her arms and mumbling something about unfairness. Hotshot on the other hand wore a smirk, almost identical to the one Spot usually held.

"Now let me see… hmmm yes I think I know the prefect color to compliment your pale complexion, now to find the right dress." And with that Aurelie vanished once more among her dresses. Seconds later she came back with a pale purple dress trimmed in silver made from flowing delicate fabric. "This used to be my favorite dress. It'll be just perfect for you."

Mouse sulked into the dressing room to put it on, after fifteen minuets or so Aurelie was called in to help with the lace up back. Overall, her new dress was long and elegant, featuring a scooped neck and a slight train. A silver rope encircled the waist loosely and both the neckline and sleeves were adorned by a silver trim.

"Wonderful! You both look like real nobles now! You just make yourselves comfortable while I find the finishing touches."

"Finishing touches?" Hotshot questioned. "You mean there's more?"

"Uh-huh! Well, we have to do your hair and make up, and you'll both need a pair of slippers. Boots aren't for dress especially gowns like yours."

After Aurelie entered the dressing room Hotshot turned to Mouse and the two began complaining. "I don't know about you," Hotshot said immediately "but I didn't sign up for this."

Mouse nodded in agreement before adding to the conversation. "No kidding! And what are these nobles thinking anyway? With these fancy outfits we'll never make it to Odessa without drawing attention and suspicion."

"Obviously they haven't traveled alone much. If we're going to get there we have to travel our way. We can dress like lords and ladies when we arrive." Hotshot hissed back to her friend.

"I'd rather not dress like them at all, but I guess if we have to work together we need to compromise." Mouse concluded dismally.

The two sat in silence as Aurelie continued to dig through her closet, both plotting ways to kill Spot and Race for trapping them in such a predicament.

Aurelie came bustling in moments after the two friends had finished their conversation. In one hand she carried a decorative gold belt and in the other two pairs of slippers.

"I almost forgot to give you this Hotshot!" She exclaimed sliding the belt around the thief's waist. "I never wore the dress without it! There now both of you brush you're hair out and put on these slippers while I do your makeup."

She handed Hotshot a pair of gold colored slippers lined in matching forest green fur, to which the Lady explained that she had all of her shoes custom made to match each dress. Mouse received a pair of sliver slippers lined in fur dyed pale purple as well as a new cloak because the one she owned 'simply didn't match'. Mouse's new cloak was along the idea of her slippers it was a sliver colored satin cloak lined in pale purple fur.

When Aurelie had finished the makeup she worked on their hair. For Hotshot she enhanced its already wavy style and pushed it behind her ears leaving two strands in front to frame her face. When she got to Mouse she decided to make two thin braids both starting just above the ear. Then she joined the two together with a thin strap as the extra-unbraided strands fell and blended in with the rest of her hair. She then took a single white rose and pinned it to the strap that held the braids together.

Finally Aurelie stood back and examined her work. The other girls squirmed a bit under her scrutinizing gaze. Normally they wouldn't be bothered by, it but they just weren't used to wearing such fine gowns. Add that to the fact that they felt a bit out of place.

"Just a minute." Aurelie finally spoke rushing toward her vanity table where her prized jewelry collection was held. She drew out a beautifully hand carved, white ebony box engraved with the crest of Salso.

From this she took a gold brooch and approached Hotshot once more. "You just can't wear a brass cloak pin with such a beautiful outfit." Lady Candy explained to the protesting girl as she replaced the cloak pin with her gold brooch.

"What about weapons? How can we hide them under these gowns?" Hotshot asked

"Well," Aurelie smiled brightly, remembering the day she had met Dutchy and frightened the living daylights out of him by pulling two rather large daggers from her full-skirted dress. "You can strap daggers to your legs, under the skirt, inside the cloak or sleeves. Usually they will give you a sword with some fancy belt for functions, to show you're a knight, and not a lady in waiting.

"Let's see we're gowned, cloaked, accessorized I think we've covered everything. Now we'll return to the study and wait for the men to finish. I'll send you measurements down to the seamstresses so they can have breeches and shirts ready for your practice as well"

"What about our clothes? I told you that dress was my favorite!" Mouse whined.

"Oh I'll have them packed for you. Don't worry about it." Aurelie led the girls out of the room bursting with excitement. "Oh I can't wait to show the guys!" She squealed, "You look so pretty in your dresses! Just imagine their reactions! They'll be so shocked, I bet they faint!" She giggled.

Hotshot and Mouse exchanged glances and finally decided that it would be amusing, among other things, to have Spot and their friends gawking at them. As they entered the armory they noticed that the boys' weapons were missing.

"Wow the two of us took that long to get ready! They already changed and have their weapons." Mouse thought out loud.

Aurelie just shrugged, "Well it takes time to look beautiful."

As if she had spoken some magic words the door on the other side of the study opened and the boys walked in. Each was dressed similarly to what he had been upon leaving the room, but even from far away one could tell that the fabrics were finer and less worn. Some were styled a bit differently, not so much though that you could not tell them apart by colors.

They all halted about three feet from the girls. The noble's had raised eyebrows and the thieves were doing little less than smirking.

Ever the ladies man Blink was the first to speak, "Well you ladies look lovely." His eyes were dancing with laughter and behind him Race was trying to contain fits of giggles.

"Thank you Blink," Mouse said sincerely. As Race opened his mouth to add his own retort she quickly added, "Race, you've gotten into enough trouble for one day, so stop while you're ahead.

Hotshot approached the group of Specs and Blink glaring at them. "Don't say a word," she ordered.

"C'mon, Hotshot you look nice." Specs argued.

"I look like a damned lady." If there was one thing she hated it was resembling the weaker sex more than she had to.

Blink grinned widely, "I'm pretty sure that was the point."

Dutchy watched them with amusement on his face. They reminded him of storied his older brothers had told him of Aurelie's first experiences with appropriate court dress. Both had gone through their knightly training near the same time as her. She had served his older brother Ouin as a squire.

The room went quiet when the doors opened again. Spot and Jack walked in, the latter holding a slip of parchment, followed by two servants. The servants left boxes, presumably the thieves' clothes on a table and left.

Jack and Spot looked over the newly dressed thieves. Jack smirked as a comment came to mind when he saw the girls. "Will you look at that, they almost look convincing. And look at the skirts those two are wearing. They look female now." His eyes lingered a bit longer than necessary on what Aurelie had found them, "Probably couldn't fight for their lives though."

Hotshot had had it when he made the comment about them being unable to fight. It wasn't hard for Jack to piss her off and she personally did not care who he was. She stepped forward and swung a punch into his face. One of Spot's friends found it convenient to hold her back before she had the chance to punch him again.

"You'd think nobles would learn faster than that," He said, "Don't mess with her. She won't hesitate to beat you into the ground.

Jack hadn't received the full force of the hit, he'd turned his face quickly enough but there was going to be a bruise across his cheek from her. He just scowled bitterly as Spot smirked at him.

Spot motioned for his men to sit. The nobles quickly followed their action and soon Jack and Spot were the only ones left standing.

"Okay," Spot started, "We have been talking with King Adonis and worked everything out. We'll fill you in as we leave so don't worry. Anyway, we worked out who's going to be from where since we cannot leave that to the imagination, and we need to learn their customs. We also heard a good deal about this teacher who is to meet us at the outskirts of Odessa." He nodded in Jack's direction as he was the one holding the list.

Jack rubbed his cheek lightly before he began speaking. "Well, since it is my uncle I have to stay a noble, Jack of Tralee is my title." He checked the list, "The rest of you do well to remember your titles and those you are partnered with. We have agreed on all of them with my father. Let's see Wolfgang of Adiana and Racetrack of Telc."

Wolfgang glared in Race's direction and Race glared back. Neither looked happy about it.

"You match the description of the Telcan people Race. I know you mother was from there and Telc and Adiana are known allies." Spot forced any thought of change out of Racetrack's head.

Jack continued, " David of Rhone you shall be paired with Mouse of Ohaku. We made certain Kid Blink and yourself were located close to Cascade in case we need to defend your lineage. Dutchy of Oort and Kid Blink of Ipel. Let's see, who's left," He flipped to the back of the page, "Specs of Kiel, you are paired with me."

Specs and Hotshot turned to one another as realization dawned upon them. Hotshot turned back to Jack and the only other person who had not yet been named in the lists of knights and squire.

"You had better not read the last-" she started.

"Finally, Spot of Pernik and Hotshot of Mure."

Hotshot muttered a very unladylike word that made Spot raise an eyebrow at her, and Dutchy stifled a laugh. She opened her mouth to complain to him but he spoke first.

"All of these are final. We argued them for quite a while and I am not in the mood to reorganize all of them. I don't care who complains. Now, since I don't trust the nobles quite enough yet two of you are staying at the tavern tonight. Mouse, Specs, you are going. Jack has found rooms for the rest of us. We'll talk before you leave about where to meet tomorrow."

"I don't have to go like this, do I?" Mouse griped motioning to her dress.

"Do you want to?"

"What do you think?" The girl demanded drawing a chuckle from her leader.

"No you really shouldn't wear it unless you plan on getting mugged. That goes for all of you, wear your clothes and you'll change back when you get here in the morning."

The thieves and the nobles separated into their two groups while Spot began hissing orders into the ears of the duo that was returning to their home, leaving the other three out entirely. "Don't forget the stuff I told you to bring, it's important," He called as they walked out the door.

It was then that Hotshot started in on him. "What was that Spot? You put me with you and him with that spoiled prince. Then you send him out of here for the rest of the day. What is this, some kind of joke?"

"Hotshot," Spot insisted, "just be quiet, I know what I'm doing. If I put you two together there'd be issues. Do we have to remind you of that time-"

"Don't go any further with that sentence."

"Alright, but don't get upset with me, I split everyone else up too. We need to cover all our assets and keep an eye on the nobles."

"Yeah," Race agreed, "Just look how screwed I am. I'm stuck with the hulking, stupid lug over there. The one who's already the prince's right hand man. I mean, Artol, the guy already hates me."

"Which should make the trip interesting," Spot smirked, "and all of us were split up because we cannot all stay together. The nobles are going to want to make sure we don't mess anything up on their mission and we're going to need to make sure they don't so we make it back in one piece."

"Uhhh, yeah," Blink started, "Spot I was thinking about that earlier. Do you know how many times we're going to be stopped on the road to Odessa wearing these clothes? We look like a band of sophisticated, worthless nobles. And look at what that lady knight dressed Hotshot and Mouse in; they look helpless, and none of this is going to be good for hunting and stuff in. They'll be ruined before we pass Medina."

Spot nodded in agreement, "Exactly why I sent those two back to Blue. Keep the boxes with your old clothes and pack them in the morning, take care of the others' stuff too. I'm taking care of providing clothing and an incentive for the nobles."

Blink's eyebrows perked up, "what do you mean incenti-"

"Conlon!" A yell came from the door.

Their leader's head snapped up and he met Wolfgang's gaze from the across the room. The nobles were all assembled there.

"What?"

"Come along, we'll show you to your rooms for the night."

The nobles traveled throughout another corridor stopping at intervals to show two of the thieves their room. Racetrack and Spot shared a room, though Race was afraid of being murdered in his sleep. The other rooms were for Kid Blink, and a separate one for Hotshot as it was not right for a woman her age to be in a room with a man she was not wed to.

They had dinner in Spot and Race's room while they discussed plans for the trip. Only in what the thieves needed to do to survive it though. They agreed not to tell the nobles about the special powers any of them had. They already knew Mouse and Blink were Cascadian, and Mouse was doing this weird thing lately, but a few of the others had talents they didn't know about. The thieves knew Dutchy was a healer but were content with the fact that they were the only ones to possess magical powers of any kind.

It was much later that night when they split up to sleep. Each made themselves comfortable in the room in which they were staying. The sheets on the beds were silk with feather pillows. It was heaven compared to what they were used to. They almost felt bad for the two who had been volunteered to leave. Reluctantly they tried to sleep; tomorrow would undoubtedly be a long day, and they would need to be rested and ready.

A/N: Holy shit, we graduated tonight! Anyway, I don't know about my buddy, but I am not scheduled to work for the entire next week. Updates, and I'll start new chapters. FFn was being a bitch the other night so the other version has been up on fictionpress for a few days. I'm sugar high right now and off to my all night party.

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