Who ever said running a café was easy?!
CHICKENS!
Boris led Tala and the others to the white house. "Wait here." He said before zipping around the corner, and into the house. "Well this sucks." Ian snapped, only to receive a clip around the back of the back from Tala. Bryan grumbled as he leant against the wall, while Spencer remained silent. Just then a girlish giggle interrupted them, it took them a few minutes to locate the giggler. "Who are you?" Tala asked in a flat voice. "I believe the question is 'Who are you'?" Her dark ivy green eyes shone with unmade mischief. Her pale lilac bangs hung down in her face, but they didn't seem to bother her. The rest of her hair was a dark rustic bronze colour and it was neatly plaited, it finished about mid-calf length. Her skin was frosted white in colour, with a pair of pale peach lips that formed a sweet smile. Tala gave the 'not-funny' look to her, his turquoise blue eyes held no warmth. She giggled again, gently swinging her-self forward, so her feet hung a good six feet above ground. "Careful." Tala cautioned her, worry livened up his usually expressionless face. "Why?" She chirped, letting one hand fall to her side, so she hung by one hand. He remained silent, but she was able to read him so easily, he was so worried for her. "Demolition boys." Boris's sharp voice cut through, and the lads instantly got into rank. "Line up." He ordered, and they fell in line behind him. The girl laughed again, leaning a glare from Boris. She let go of the branch, and landed neatly, before straightening up and dusting herself down. "You Boris?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. "Yes." Boris replied stiffly, unsure of what she was after. "I'm Harmony Galtrien. Voltaire had informed of your next task." She said, with an authority lilt. "Which is?" Boris said, still eyeing her warily. "Voltaire has sent me the document." Harmony rummaged through her backpack, and pulled a very official document, then pressed into Boris's awaiting palms. "He has purchased a small, old farmhouse, he wishes for the Demolition boys to set up a fully operational business. He has suggested a café." Harmony let the words roll off her tongue. They were led into the large white house, were the woman was making tea. Bryan had stuck his nose up at the tea, but the woman didn't give up, until he had drunk it. Tala shot a grin to Ian, who hid a snigger behind his mug. "Hey Mum! The chickens are out again." Harmony had yelled before poking her head around the corner. She gave them a small grin as the woman leapt to her feet, and shot out of the room. "Come on, you lot, you've of got to help!" She laughed, signalling them to their feet, and leading outside, were a half dozen people were chasing the chickens around. Tala and Ian burst in chuckles, as the man who had picked her up made a dive for a chicken, but the chicken was faster and darted to his left, so he landed face first in dirt. One chicken ran straight into Bryan's leg, to which he picked it up by its neck and dumped into the man's awaiting arms. "Nicely done." The man said as he took the chicken and put it back into the pen. Harmony came out with a rope, made a lasso and lopped it around the one of the chicken's neck before reeling it in, and handing to the man. "Here you go, Dave." Harmony chirped dumping the chicken in the man's hands. "Cheers sweetheart." He said, trotting over to the pen. Harmony turned back to the Demolition boys only to find that her mother had managed to convince them to find in catching the chicken. She burst into laughter as Ian missed a chicken, and went skidding into the barn door. After a good three hours the chickens were rounded up and put back into the pen. "I swear I trod in something." Tala muttered, as he stretched out on the sofa with no trainers. 'Not bad looking. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. But then again maybes rarely are.' Harmony thought to herself, then she felt a nudge in the side of her ribcage. She turned to glare at the culprit but only to find a smirking Ian. "Seen something you like?" He asked, as his smirk grew broader. "No!" She replied, her cheeks turned a burning red. 'I can't believe he caught me looking!' Harmony thought to herself.
CHICKENS!
Boris led Tala and the others to the white house. "Wait here." He said before zipping around the corner, and into the house. "Well this sucks." Ian snapped, only to receive a clip around the back of the back from Tala. Bryan grumbled as he leant against the wall, while Spencer remained silent. Just then a girlish giggle interrupted them, it took them a few minutes to locate the giggler. "Who are you?" Tala asked in a flat voice. "I believe the question is 'Who are you'?" Her dark ivy green eyes shone with unmade mischief. Her pale lilac bangs hung down in her face, but they didn't seem to bother her. The rest of her hair was a dark rustic bronze colour and it was neatly plaited, it finished about mid-calf length. Her skin was frosted white in colour, with a pair of pale peach lips that formed a sweet smile. Tala gave the 'not-funny' look to her, his turquoise blue eyes held no warmth. She giggled again, gently swinging her-self forward, so her feet hung a good six feet above ground. "Careful." Tala cautioned her, worry livened up his usually expressionless face. "Why?" She chirped, letting one hand fall to her side, so she hung by one hand. He remained silent, but she was able to read him so easily, he was so worried for her. "Demolition boys." Boris's sharp voice cut through, and the lads instantly got into rank. "Line up." He ordered, and they fell in line behind him. The girl laughed again, leaning a glare from Boris. She let go of the branch, and landed neatly, before straightening up and dusting herself down. "You Boris?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. "Yes." Boris replied stiffly, unsure of what she was after. "I'm Harmony Galtrien. Voltaire had informed of your next task." She said, with an authority lilt. "Which is?" Boris said, still eyeing her warily. "Voltaire has sent me the document." Harmony rummaged through her backpack, and pulled a very official document, then pressed into Boris's awaiting palms. "He has purchased a small, old farmhouse, he wishes for the Demolition boys to set up a fully operational business. He has suggested a café." Harmony let the words roll off her tongue. They were led into the large white house, were the woman was making tea. Bryan had stuck his nose up at the tea, but the woman didn't give up, until he had drunk it. Tala shot a grin to Ian, who hid a snigger behind his mug. "Hey Mum! The chickens are out again." Harmony had yelled before poking her head around the corner. She gave them a small grin as the woman leapt to her feet, and shot out of the room. "Come on, you lot, you've of got to help!" She laughed, signalling them to their feet, and leading outside, were a half dozen people were chasing the chickens around. Tala and Ian burst in chuckles, as the man who had picked her up made a dive for a chicken, but the chicken was faster and darted to his left, so he landed face first in dirt. One chicken ran straight into Bryan's leg, to which he picked it up by its neck and dumped into the man's awaiting arms. "Nicely done." The man said as he took the chicken and put it back into the pen. Harmony came out with a rope, made a lasso and lopped it around the one of the chicken's neck before reeling it in, and handing to the man. "Here you go, Dave." Harmony chirped dumping the chicken in the man's hands. "Cheers sweetheart." He said, trotting over to the pen. Harmony turned back to the Demolition boys only to find that her mother had managed to convince them to find in catching the chicken. She burst into laughter as Ian missed a chicken, and went skidding into the barn door. After a good three hours the chickens were rounded up and put back into the pen. "I swear I trod in something." Tala muttered, as he stretched out on the sofa with no trainers. 'Not bad looking. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. But then again maybes rarely are.' Harmony thought to herself, then she felt a nudge in the side of her ribcage. She turned to glare at the culprit but only to find a smirking Ian. "Seen something you like?" He asked, as his smirk grew broader. "No!" She replied, her cheeks turned a burning red. 'I can't believe he caught me looking!' Harmony thought to herself.