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Chapter 7: Thief
I knew he was there long before he knew I had disappeared.
There was a rustle of leaves and shocked whispering.
He peered through the canopy below, just as I had climbed onto the large branch.
With a whirl, the boy struck his fist out. I parried it away but grabbed his wrist as his arm flung out. Pulling, he stumbled towards me; I sidestepped then elbowed him in the back and knocking him into the tree trunk. He braced himself and lashed out with a back kick. Doing two backflips, I kept myself in a squat the way a predator waited for his prey.
The boy stared at me with bewildered and untrusting eyes, narrowed above his nose. His hands were balled into fists, white knuckled and shaking.
"Thief." I merely said.
He let out a smirk. "What?"
"You stole from my target." I pointed to the camp where the Spartans were suppose to go.
The mission for the Spartans was to steal the most number of flags from the trainers. Most of the trainees decided to go in as a team, sharing their loot. Others, had the idea of working alone. Like he did.
"It's a free-for-all." The boy shrugged.
"That's why I took it back." I took my tenth flag from my pocket.
Surprise flitted across his face; he was impressed.
"What do you say we steal some from the other Spartans?" He grinned evilly.
A raised eyebrow.
"Chief never said anything about NOT stealing from them."
I thought about it. Then I thought about John.
"Okay." I replied, thinking of the frustrated look on John's face when he'd realize what had happen. "I gotta call my partner first."
His eyebrow raised.
I looked down at the bottom of the tree, where Irina waited.
"Well?" She asked.
"Chris is coming along too." I shouted. "And we're stealing from John."
The look on John's face afterwards was priceless.