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Ralf paused behind a tree, peering around it with a frown. Ten feet away from where he stood where two motionless girls lying awkwardly on the ground with their limbs angled at odd angles.

What were they doing here? Ralf shifted nervously. The boss was not going to like this.

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a thin black walkie talkie. Glancing around, he pressed down one of the many side buttons.

"Hey," he breathed, "you there?"

"Of course, you idiot!" A voice snapped. "What do you want?"

Ralf flushed. Gulping, he told the man about the girls who fell out of the sky. There was a slight static on the other end. The man's voice can back on.

"Well," he said tightly, "you should do something about them."

A cruel smile tugged at Ralf's mouth. "What do you suggest I do, sir?"

"I don't care!" the man snapped. "Just get rid of them!"

Ralf smirked. "Roger that-"

The walkie talkie went silent.

"-boss."

If Angie had known that she would have gotten mistaken for a filthy pirate, she wouldn't have bother getting out of bed that morning. But, yet, here she was; being wrongly accused and trapped in a jail cell.

Roxanne, who had been picking at the bandages wrapped around her head, froze and frowned at the middle-aged guard. "I'm sorry, but my concussion must be messing with my hearing because I could've sworn that you said that me and my cousin here are going to be hanged. "

Without looking up from his paper work, the guard nodded. "That's exactly what I said." His lip curled in distaste. "Around here, we aint too kind on filthy, good for nothing pirates, such as yourselves."

Angie threw her hands up in the air. "And how exactly did you come up with the idea that we – two completely non-pirate related young ladies – are some kind of criminals?" She huffed and crossed her arms. "That's completely absurd."

The guard shot them a sharp look. "I aint no simpleton-"

"Could've fooled me," Roxy mumbled.

"-and I know a disguise when I see one." He gave them both a look over. "I know what you young pirates are like. Ya'll think that just because you change your clothing and talk differently that ya'll be able to pull the wool over people's eyes but think again. I'm on to you like butter on biscuits."

He picked up the big report he was reading and slammed it down on his desk. "And I'll have ya'll know that an anonymous tip was sent our way, informing us of all the misdeeds you've committed."

Angie was outraged. How dare this man accuse them of such nonsense? She wanted to throw a chair at him. She wanted to-

"How much time do we have?" Roxy asked, leaning against the jail bars. Angie blinked and frowned at her cousin.

The guard grunted, settling back into his seat. "I say about three-to-four weeks or so."

Roxy nodded and sat down on one of the benches. Good.

Horace grinned over the rim of his mug. "So, Will, when's the big day?"

Will leaned back in his chair, smacking his lips in a satisfying way. "We haven't really decided, yet, but it should be soon." Tipping his cup in Halt's direction, Will grinned. "Coffee is delicious as always, Halt."

The grizzled ranger grunted. "Flattery gets you no where, Will."

"I would beg to-"

Will stopped in mid-sentence and glanced at the window. A small gray pigeon had flown through one of the windows in Halt's cabin. Attached to its leg was a letter. Quickly and gently, Will seize the pigeon in his hand and unwrapped the letter from its leg.

While unfolding it, Will walked back to the table.

"What does it say?" Horace asked.

Will scanned the contests of the letter. "Well, apparently Crowley wants us to head off on another mission." Will frowned. "He says that there have been several strange construction sites spotted and many disappearances."

"Cant he ask someone else to check it out?" Horace asked sheepishly. "We just got back and-"

Will shook his head. "All the other Rangers are busy with the bandit crime spree that's been going on recently."

"Well, can we at least wait until the morning to 'head on out'?" Horace looked at his comrades hopefully. He really wanted a good night's sleep.

Both Will and Halt shot him a look.

Horace deflated. "I'll take that as a no."

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