The Bomber

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The girl looked awkwardly up at her. She was kneeling down on the floor of the train, a walkie-talkie commanding her repeatedly, her hands frozen on a large explosive contraption.

"Now press the large, green button and connect the red wire to the blue one (pause) have you done it? Agent V2?" the voice instructed from the walkie-talkie. The girl sat their, terrified on the floor. Mary gasped.

"Are you... the bomber?" Mary asked the girl, horrified. The girl sighed.

  "Yes. I am," the girl replied. She quickly put her hands on Mary's shoulders. "Look, don't tell anyone. Anyway, um, Jane doesn't like snitches."

  Mary knew the girl was lying. Imagine all the good things that would happen if she told Jane. She would be famous for eternity for saving tens of thousands of lives, and Jane would love her! Maybe she would even get to be a Young Member of Jane's Guard!

But Mary looked at the girl, who was scared for her life. But Jane...

"I'm telling a Jane's Guard on you," Mary told the girl. "Well, I'll tell Jane herself. So I'll wait until we're back at the school."

The girl gasped in shock, "You can't! They'll have me killed!"

Mary thought about this. If she really wanted to impress Jane, she would pretend to be the girl's friend, get as much information about her as possible and then tell Jane everything. "Ok. I won't tell anyone."

After all, Mary didn't want the girl to kill her. The girl thanked her and they got off the train together.

"What's your name?" the girl asked.

"Mary. What's yours?" Mary told her. This was important.

"Claire."

"Are you a first-year?"

"Yes."

"I am too."



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