AN: This one's pretty short, compared to the other chapters. But I don't think that for what I had planned to write about in this chapter, it could have anything after it. That said, Enjoy

One of the true tests of leadership is the ability to recognize the problem before it becomes an emergency

One of the men in suits thanked the driver as he got out of the car and the two men stood beside each other, taking in a brief survey of the encampment. One of them had glasses on and was considerably shorter than the other. The taller one dabbed his face with a napkin he kept up his sleeve.

"Welcome to Camp Greenlake," the warden greeted as she walked up to the men. "I am the warden on the camp-"

The man with glasses cut her off, "We know who you are Ms. Walker. We've met before."

Stutter glanced at Nevada out of the corner of her eye and shared an 'oh burn!' look. It wasn't everyday that you could see the warden of the camp get cut off and not being able to do anything about it.

"Well, yes, we have," the warden took a step to her side and gestured to Nevada and Stutter. "These are the two campers that will be showing you around this afternoon. This is Keith and Kennedy."

The two men introduced themselves as Carl Evens and Derek McInnes and stuck out their hands for the two teenagers to shake. Stutter smiled at them with a 'pleased to meet you' and Nevada kept silent but nodded his head to each.

"Well, I shall leave you kids to show them around," the warden said and turned around and walked back to her cabin.

Nevada and Stutter looked at each other and shrugged. "Well, welcome to Camp Greenlake I guess." Nevada said. "There isn't much to show but we'll show it anyways."

"So what do we call you g-g-guys? M-M-Mr. Evens an-and Mr. McInnes? Or c-c-can we ca-call you by y-your first names?" Stutter asked, blushing a tad. "I'm n-not a-all that good at f-f-formal th-th-things."

The shorter man, Carl, shrugged his shoulders. "You can call us by our first names if you're more comfortable with it."

"Sounds good." Nevada said, grinning. "Since we're on a first name basis, we go by nicknames around here. I'm Nevada and she's Stutter. You can call us those if you'd like."

Derek smiled at Nevada's openness. "Nevada, huh? I'm sure there's a story behind that. Though 'Stutter's' is a bit of a give-away."

Stutter grinned sheepishly. "I'm getting better, I really am!"

The group of four started making their way around the camp. They should the men the wreck room, the mess hall, the showers and the tents and Mr. Sir's office. During the tour, they explained what they did in each area, what they thought needed improvement and what they felt about everything.

"Personally, the food is awful. But after eating it so much, you kind of forget what it tastes like. It gets to the point that you don't taste it anymore."

The men were also curious about Stutter being the only girl. They asked about how she was treated, in general and by the other boys.

"I'm treated equally. I do everything that the guys do. I'm here for the same reasons they are. I messed up and now I'm paying for it. There shouldn't be any difference to the law about gender. And so I am the same as the guys. The guys treated me a weird at first, but that's because I was the first and only girl here. I had to prove myself to them that I'm not one to be bothered and most of them forget that I'm even a girl for the most part. There isn't anything here that separates me as a girl. I don't get bothered, and if I do, I have my tent to back me up if I need to."

The two officials seemed content with the answers to their questions and decided that they'd seen enough. After thanking Nevada and Stutter for their time, they turned and started walking back to the limo. Stutter stood there for a moment just looking at their retreating forms. "Hey Carl! Derek! Wait!" She ran after them. "I just have one question. Why the limo? In all the movies, government officials are supposed to have a black SUV."

Derek grinned and bent over as if telling a secret. "We are supposed to have the black SUV, but I just thought it would be fun to ride in a limo and it might scare that warden of yours a bit, but don't tell her that." And with that, they climbed into the limo and left, kicking up a cloud of dust as it sped away.

Stutter and Nevada walked back to the tent where the rest of were. "How was it?" Gorge asked. Nevada looked at Stutter and they both answered at the same time. "Lame."