"You should forgive people when they don't update for a month." -Someone really smart
Okay, this chapter is ridiculously short, and I am very sorry. I've been having a horrible case of writer's block with this story, but thought a short chapter would be better than none.
Nothing much happens, other than Jamie and Carrie writing in a notepad about something she doesn't let me or Rayna see. Rayna brushes her hair for a little while, and to kill boredom, I fold, unfold, refold, every blanket a few times. At some point Timberlake decides to 'help', by pushing a blanket onto the floor. I like her, but she can be a bit of a meanie sometimes.
Around early afternoon, there's another knock at the door. Rayna jumps up and immediately hides in the bathroom for safety. I sit, hugging Timberlake, tense. Jamie stands and walks towards the door. When she looks through the peephole, then reaches to open the door, Rayna sticks her head around the corner, not as afraid.
I gasp and Rayna quickly tries to conceal herself when there's a man dressed in a Guard's uniform outside the door. Timberlake starts shaking and bleating in fear, and Carrie stands between the guard and Rayna.
"Relax, guys." Jamie says. "This is Curtis Armstrong, he's an undercover guard working for the rebellion." Once we're calmed with that information, I recognize him as the Guard Jamie was talking to a few days ago.
"Hi!" I squeak out shakily, still nervous.
"Hey!" For a guy in a Guard's uniform, he has a really warm smile. He comes in, and Rayna cautiously walks over. Jamie shuts the door, and I now notice the cold air she let in when it was opened, and wrap one of Jeb's blankets around me and Timberlake. Winter is coming up fast, as it is mid-November. Curtis pulls two of the eight knives off his belt and hands one each to Carrie and Jamie. The sight of them makes me extremely uncomfortable, maybe because this entire thing just became really...real.
"You better give one to Norma and Rayna, too." Jamie says. He hands each of us a knife. Rayna is fine taking it, but I stare at it in my hands for a minute, hesitant to take such a weapon. Timberlake nudges my side with her muzzle. She's right. I tuck it into my belt loop, and pull my shirt over to conceal it. After all, Timberlake knows what's best for me and my protection.
"Thanks, Tim." I say to her. She nods, and I consider if she really can understand English.
"So how's the plan going?" Curtis asks, setting the bag that was on his back down.
"We're...working on it." Jamie sighs. She walks him over to the bunk bed Carrie is sitting on, and they sit down to go over the "plan". Plan for what?