This chapter is dedicated to Freelancer Mississippi, Reaper10119, and X for their suggestions.
Carolina was immediately suspicious of the cake that had been left at her doorstep like an unwanted child, sans basket and carefully written note about taking care of 'Finster'. The cake itself was meticulously tall and rectangular, covered in a flawless layer of white frosting (she checked, and it was not the super glue that she and the other girls had stolen from the Director's office), and precisely written words saying 'Happy Birthday, Carolina.' She had never told anybody when her birthday was, so how could anybody know? Carefully picking up the cake on its platter like she was carrying a grenade, she walked slowly to the Freelancer rec room and set the cake down on the middle table. Some of the other Freelancers on break came over to inspect the confectionary creation.
"Somebody had way too much time on their hands," North remarked, shaking his head.
"Was there a note?" York asked Carolina, who gave him a murderous glance.
"If there was a note, would I be asking people if they had made this cake?" the red-head hissed, and York backed off, going off to stand silently in the 'Corner of Shame'.
"We have some time," Wash remarked as he eyed the cake hungrily. "Are you gonna cut it and eat it?" Shrugging, Carolina took out her combat knife drove it into the center of the cake.
The dessert exploded with a loud bang and a shower of shiny colors. Carolina gave a surprised squawk and dove out of the way as pieces of frosting and…cardboard went flying in all directions. Little bits of a rubber filament floated through the air from the balloon that Carolina had unceremoniously punctured when getting ready to cut her 'cake'. Confetti floated through the air in lazy spirals, though Carolina wasn't really seeing them.
Wash had taken a piece of the thin cardboard covered with frosting and begun sucking on it with apparent delight. "Who could have done such a horrible thing, I wonder?"
Carolina paused for only a moment when the door opened to admit a curious Agent Maine. The mischevious glint in his eyes was enough proof for her to charge at Maine. The gigantic man took one look at the rampaging Freelancer and bolted back down the hallway from whence he came, Carolina shrieking like a banshee about what she was going to do when she caught him.
"Nice going, Wash," North said sarcastically, wiping cardboard and frosting from his face. "You gave Maine away."
"It's not my fault that he's the worst prankster ever. Of all time."
"Go stand in the Corner!"
"Aww…"
Poor Wash. He does not like the Corner of Shame...at least York has company now.
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