Some Experience Necessary
1.8
The two Rev-Raptors smoked unhappily in a little heap, their pilots ashamed and finding their boots very interesting as the second Zabrefang passed and went on it's way. Distantly you could hear some kind of loud music, the kind someone puts on as driving music except really loud.
Both men felt incredibly stupid, but then it had been easy to fall for the whole 'oh wow, secret treasure!' idea that was going around. It was easy to believe what with the empire searching for those golden treasures, those organoids, but quite a few had taken the mission as being serious – and if that was happening in their camp, it was possibly happening in the enemy's.
Even worse, they found out, the pretend mission from the school hadn't even been processed and thought out correctly.
The treasure wasn't even hidden yet.
Both men should have been thankful they were not on the receiving end of Errol Flick's dressing down when the school heard about the fast-tracked girlies and their special zoids. Just because the emperor wanted things done quick didn't mean it could go on without the rules in place.
Teeth gritted, anger steaming from every pore, the Fang pilot pushed the zoid into a canter and headed towards the distant ruins, hoping like hell he'd make it there before the kids did and manage to do so while taking out every other idiot along the way.
It would be a long night. Somewhere, a dialled take out curry was going cold.
~ To be continued
