Robin closed his eyes and tried to think of all the possible ways to kill Wally. Wally was complaining about every little thing, it was too hot, it wasn't hot enough, his feet hurt, he was thirsty, he was hungry. God, if he had to hear Wally complain about food one more time, Robin was sure he'd snap.
"Hey Robin, are you alright?" Darien's words snapped Robin out of his trance.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." Robin sighed "I'm just imagining how I'm going to kill Wally."
Darien laughed, "You too?" he gave Rob a sly smirk, "I hear some wild pigs in the woods, I bet they would love to feast on him."
"Nah, he'd be too fast for them," Robin replied, "We could accidentally trip and stab him, though I'm not sure he would die from that."
Darien was about to give another suggestion when an older soldier appeared by his side.
"You two aren't plotting to kill one of out few soldiers, are you?" he asked.
The two boys looked panicked, until Robin spoke up, "No sir, we were just poking fun."
The old man seemed disappointed, "What a shame, I was going to give you another idea." He laughed, "And an alibi."
The three of them laughed and continued to share plans to kill Wally, that until Wally showed up behind them.
"Hey!" he shouted, "What are you guys talking about?"
Robin looked at the others and laughed, "Nothing off your concern." he gestured to his fellow comrade. "Wallace, meet John Evans," he introduced the two. "Mr Evans was drafted just like we were."
Wally nodded his respects to the man, then groaned "When are we going to eat?" He felt everyone staring at him, then they laughed. "What? What did I say?"
Yayy a new chapter! you can show this to the police to prove I'm not dead!
So, uh, I will write Artemis' adventures in the next chapter, even though it's gonna be slightly boring... Oh well. HAPPY READING!
