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Nate P.O.V
4. PANIC!
"Houston we have a problem!"
Charlotte and I exchanged horrified looks, and began to do honour to the Gods of panicking. In other words there was a lot of on-the-spot running and violent waving of hands: we could have been in a musical!
RING RING
Silence. Freeze frame. Nobody move!
RING RING
We stared at each other, and then at the phone, as if hoping it would turn to ashes and float away.
"You should get that…" I whispered.
"Okay…" Charlotte whispered back, but she looked reluctant. Nevertheless she leant forward to lift up the phone and place it to her ear.
"Yes?" she breathed.
"CHARLOTTE YOU THERE?"
"Stop whispering!" I commanded and she twitched.
"Oh, er, yeah, yeah. Hey Tal what's up?"
"Can you come back to the manor quick?"
"Sure thing."
"Cool see you in a sec." and he hung up. Charlotte placed the phone down timidly. The sound of thought filled the room as we desperately searched for a solution to this problem, but the steady drone of panic remained. It took us all of a minute to realise that we did not have time to think, and we needed to act NOW!
Charlotte lunged for the door and I barrelled through after her, though God knows where I was going! We were half way down the corridor, before the fact that we were still dressed as ninja spies smacked us in the face.
"CRAP!" We uttered simultaneously, and dove into reverse, reaching the door the second after it had closed and locked itself. "CRAP!" I shoved my hand into one of the cat suit's many pockets, filled with the dread, that we had left the key in the now locked room. I took me three attempts to find the correct pocket, and when I did, I practically threw the key at the door. When that did not work, I tried putting the key in the keyhole. Which was surprisingly difficult at high speed. Eventually we charged through the door, leaving it to crash into the mountain of food and beverage.
I tried to save a major landslide from occurring, while Charlotte stripped out of the cat suit, and yanked on whatever clothes were in reach, from where they were laying in the corner where we had dumped them. In record time she was sprinting back down the corridor, and I shouted after her desperately.
"Go out the back exit and loop round!"
I prayed that she had heard me, and sank into my spy chair like a tired old man, and sighing like one too. The door clicked shut behind me and I was all alone, in a deafening quiet, with nowhere to look but the screens. The cameras showed that she had gone out of the back door and run around to the front, to make it look like she had been walking away when Tala had called. Definitely not, in any way, hiding in a small room, in the same building, spying on its occupants, in a ninja suit. She did appear a bit out of breath when she walked through the front door in a fake calm.
She called Tala's name and I saw him race from the next room, into the hall where Charlotte waited. He flung an arm around her shoulder, and his orange dress rose beyond what was comfortable viewing. Charlotte looked too overwhelmed by the recent panic to care, or notice: probably for the best…
Kai dragged himself into the hall with that smooth strut that he is famous for. But tonight his eyes showed a striking anger, directed in its entirety at the red-head, in the little orange dress and matching ribbons. I felt suddenly very sorry for Charlotte. It was far safer behind these cameras and screens.
Kai began to speak in a quizzical tone. In other words, in a voice that would have suited the head gangster of a notorious gang, questioning some guy who had just lost him a ton of money.
"Isn't that Nate's t-shirt?"
"Yeah, when did you change tops?" Tala added.
An awkward silence descended.
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