Today the wannabe gangster is doing the disclaimer for me.

Disclaimer: Yo yo yo ma homies, Holes belongs to ma brova Louis Sachar, and Ice Station belongs to a G-Unit called Matthew Reilly yo! Off da heizy!

ArwenEvenstar83: I have the flu. I hope you get better soon. Letty's name is Leticia Von Barron, Logan's just a name she's using. And yeah, she wears her bandana all the time, except for showers. Thanks for taking the time to review.:-).

Sorry for forgetting to put the in the rulers for the last chapter.

Chapter 4-Begin.

Dum diddly doo dah. Sitting in a circle doing nothing productive. Mr Pendan-no, Dr.Pendanski was interrogating us to the point of harassment.

"Okay Mairie, since you're one of the new children, tell us about yourself. What do you want to do with your life?" he asked, after many years spent telling us how we messed our lives up, yet at the same time telling us we weren't bad people.

"Aw, I was born in London. Dunno where. Me parents was always movink. I went to school for a bit-a lot really- and then one day this guy, he came up to me dad and said somefink, and then he had to go to jail. Dunno what he did or nufink. And stuff happened wif me mum. I usually live wif me grandad, but he's on a business trip. He was supposed to pick me up but they sent me here. I dunno..." Mairie trailed off. I know it sounds horrible but her story really didn't seem to affect me. Maybe it was because I wasn't used to feeling what she felt. Or maybe I just genuinely didn't care.
"Okay...Mairie...I think you've said enough today." Dr.Pendanski chirped. Yes, chirped. "Louie, what do you want to do with your life?"

"My p-parents work f-for the g-g-government. They have really a im-important job t-to do r-right now. S-so I'm just h-here for the time b-being." stuttered Louie. He only stutters when he really hot or really cold. You learn things from stalking random people.

"I-I really w-want to be a-an accountant. I-I like n-numbers. No g-good with them th-though." he managed to say. He was lying. He was very good with numbers. I'd seen all his school reports. What! His filing was shoddy! You can't expect me not to have read them!

"At least you know what you want to do Louie. I respect that." Dr.Pendanski said. What an idiot. "I think it's getting late boys-and girls. You'd best be heading off to bed." he finished. We all stood up and somehow, just somehow, made it to our beds before collapsing into a dreamless sleep. Pfft. Dreamless. Yeah, whatever.

It's DAN! The sultana man! He wears a can! Yeah! It's Dan, The SULTANA MAAAAAN! He wears a ca-

"BEEEP!"

Once again, I fell out of bed. Checking to see if my bandana was on, I stood up. I would have to take it off to shower today, and it wouldn't be pretty. I tightened it around my neck and got up. If today was going to be anything like tomorrow, I would probably go mad. And if I had known what was going to happen after I came back from digging, I might as well have thrown all my marbles away right then and there.

Morgan 'Montana' Lee paced furiously up and down in the isolated building, which stood in the middle of an island reserved for the ICG. The small man sitting buy the desk was getting irritable due to this. It showed. After crossing out the twelfth sentence in a row he had had enough.

"Hey, Monty, you mind keeping the hysterics to a minimum?" he asked.

Morgan turned his head around. He was a dangerous man, and he had been, ever since the marines incident.

"Have you got a problem with my hysterics, Baldwin?" he snarled angrily. He was thinking, and when he was think he hated being interrupted.

"N-no. No Sgt.Lee. S-sir." Tom Baldwin spluttered. Morgan Lee was not a man to be messed with. Morgan went back to thinking about something or other. Baldwin turned back to his work. Tom Baldwin was short. Really short. At exactly 5'0 he was the shortest man in the ICG. And at 6'2, Morgan Lee, his Sergeant, towered over him. Baldwin had a round face that had uneven blocks of freckles all over it, and he wore thick glasses. And with his flat blonde hair and breeches, he pulled off the high school genius look quite well. But if there was one thing Baldwin knew, it was that this was not an advantage at the ICG. He sighed and continued to write out letters to people he would never meet.

Morgan had just hit a loophole in his thoughts. He had the two Von Barron women. But the brat said she had a sister. When he'd looked it up, there was only a mother, a father and two kids. A brother and a sister. Maybe the kid was deli-wait. He darted over to the computer, and typed 'Von Barron' into the victim search screen. Sure enough, the data was there. He entered and searched through the instructions. Just as he'd suspected. His men hadn't read them. Clearly, on the first line, were the most important instruction of all.

Wendy Von Barron-Close ties to main target. Not an immediate threat. Leave well alone. Failing to do so could spark realization to the main target.

"Damn it!" Morgan shouted! He tipped the whole desk over, causing the computer to smash, and stormed out of the room, leaving a certain Tom Baldwin looking very alarmed.

Back to Letty's Point of View

I had just come back from digging a hole. It was a warm, sunny day, and I still had a bit of water left in my canteen. So naturally I felt like murdering someone. Today I decided to just go to the 'Wreck' room and observe. Maybe I could learn how to be a boy. Throwing my shovel toward the pile next to me(I think I hit someone) I followed Mr.Armpit in. I accidentally almost said Mr.Armpit out loud once, but he was too 'gangsta' to notice. Once I got inside I saw a very strange sight. Mr.Zigzag(Yes, Mr. So what? They'll never know) was watching television. Normally, this would have been all right, but seeing as the television was smashed, therefore broken, the was just a screen full of static in front of him, rather than a clear picture. I moved out of the doorway to let some people past. They were ex-Hartford students. I could tell because firstly, half of them were girls and people I could recognize, and secondly, they didn't attempt to poke me/spit on me/smash my head in. As usual, the anima-er, people I had to share a slum/room with were around the pool table. One thing I remember about the evil pool table was that it had a rich history of fans, because of the markings on it, such as 'Snake' 'Hairy Feet' and 'Phlegm is a manwhore'.

"Yo, Blimp! How long've you been playin'?" Mr.X-Ray asked Mairie. Wait a second...Blimp! Now she had a nickname?

"Three years, I fink." she replied. Ha. I doubt she can think. Annabelle and Mick were standing beside her, each with pool sticks, or whatever you call them, in their hands. Louie was drawing something on a piece of paper I had lent him. Or he could have been writing. His handwriting was the equivalent of a normal persons drawing, you see. James wasn't there, so I assumed he was in the 'tent'.

I walked over to the corner and smashed down onto the floor. I'd had my shower, you don't need the details. Yes, you do actually. There's this shower block that seems pretty new, so no one saw me without my bandana. It's grubby though. When I sat in that corner, something occurred to me. I missed England. What was I even doing here? I wasn't going to find anyone. It wasn't my fault Hartford got demolished. Just because some girl poisoned one of the cafeterias and parents complained. Bloody hell, two months ago I was just like any old kid. The girl who had fights with her brother and sister, who tried her best to fake sick to stay away from school, and never ate her veggies. It was my second day, and I was losing it. I needed a way to vent my anger...Ah ha! Drawing! If Louie could do it, so could I. I flounced out of the Wreck room and into the 'tent'. But as I opened the door, something strange hit me. Where was James? He wasn't here, and he wasn't in the Wreck room. Meh. I didn't think much of it. Maybe he went to the toilet. He'd taken his shower, I know because we all had. I got out the trusty notebook and drew a flower. Then I crossed out the flower and drew a chocolate bar. And finally, I tore the piece of paper out of the book and ripped it into a million pieces.

'Clink' went one of the beds in the other corner. I sat bolt upright. Something...Something had moved. Being the brave, courageous person that I am, I dived behind my bed and cowered like a baby. After a few minutes I got up again, and decided to see if it was nothing. I could see a silhouette...Of a person! Oh...It was just Mr.Zero. Suddenly it dawned on me. I had ripped the piece of paper quite aggressively. He probably thought I was some kind of mad woma-er, mad man. I backed away slowly, knowing he wouldn't talk to me. Bejeebus, he was creepy. I tried to calm myself after that, and sat on my bed while he sat there, still as anything.

Calm, Letty, he's more afraid of you, than you are of him.

I got out a book after about fifteen minutes, because if I hadn't I was afraid I might destroy something. Something that could bleed. I read for a very long time. I know this because eventually people started coming in. I would tell you what they said, but I was sooo tired, so I wasn't listening. I got into bed and fell asleep soon after. The last thing I heard someone say before doing so was Mr.Caveman saying

"Guys...Where's that James kid?".

Dun dun dun...Actually, no one cares about James, so I'm just...experimenting...With this. Yay! I finally introduced a plot! And just so you know, I hate Montana. He's an evil scumbag, Santa Cruz killing monster. Whaddaya mean, I'm the only one who cares about Santa Cruz! Just because he had basically three or four lines in a 611 page book! Poor, poor Santa Cruz. Eh heh...I'm talking about Ice Station by the way. ((End of useless rant))