Three Brood Instigators

32. Saturday Pooling

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That teenage was annoyed seeing that add in the screen store, let alone some Shifuxer and Watefact students who were arguing about a game—Tavernier is a town located near the border of Canada in the very northern part of Maine, let alone it would be difficult for kids to receive some desired pop culture items to town. Luckily for that teen who just finished his bubble gum, spitting it to the bench, he had no interest in it. And just as he left the area, FHADEY TACKLED HIM FROM THE SDIE, BASHED HIS HEAD AND PLACED HIM INTO THE WALLS, interrogating him.

"What... the... heck..." the teen struggled.

"You are one of them, those thieves, WHERE IS IT?!" Fhadey interrogated, pushing the chest to the wall.

"W, w, w, what the heck man?! I am one of Nathan's boys!" the teen mentioned.

"DON'T YOU DARE LIE!!" Fhadey sensed. "I know every rider on Nathan's list—don't even mention Trent! WHERE ARE YOU HIDING?!"

"I WON'T TELL YOU, YOU DAMN PIECE OF SHIT!!!" he immediately rejected.

"Tell me, or I will kill you, and it is gonna be a lot worse!" Fhadey intimidated once more.

"Oh, be welcome," he directly said. "I will always stay loyal to them, loyal than both schools combined!"

FHADEY THEN PULLED HIS HEAD INTO THE TRASH CAN, knocking him out. "I will find you!" Fhadey screamed. "For Farra."

Herman placed the blueprints to the flat rock at the Cliff Cave, while Febby and he had some fresh juice.

"Ok, so, make a preliminary introduction," Febby contemplated.

"Well, Febby, this is also one of the most advanced security blueprints I have ever evaluated, you have the right to speak smartly about this. Me and Ben stole this last night, the man must be a very proficient architect or something," Herman explained. "Well, you see this blueprint, take a look at how blue it is, and look at here, type 6, one of the most advanced security tech systems in America, I encountered these security type once, their eyes are wide and vigilant, you cut their electricity power, they will find away to regenerate back, that was why I was arrested in Charlotte,"

"Ok, I see, but, it is possible right?" Febby evaluated.

"Precautiously, yes," Herman said. "We need to have everyone on deck, and we need everyone to understand our plan and approach, one fails, the whole job is screwed."

"Certainly, Drock's even in on this. See, for a kid who was taken from the hospital, you can prove him you re useful,"

"Oh be careful of your judgment, Fabbine, you might just hit karma," Herman said.

"So, while the two little ones are given some basic scouting duties, where do we start,my fellow burglar?" Febby asked.

Clayne's morning sleep was interrupted, so he left the cliff camp. "Hey, Clayne, get over..." Clayne refused to listen to Febby. "Well, fuck you then."

"Leave him be, he's a busta at times," Herman said.

Clayne decided to take a walk around town, feeling bored, out of the impression of a tank top boy who hadn't brushed his hair or teeth after sleep. He was too lazy to do some jobs for the week, he was asked too much, and he received very little for himself. He passed many buildings, eventually, Alada's billboard sign got his attention—Robert said it was good, and little innocent kids never lie.