Lost Protecting Slovenia: The Joke's On You

05, The Good Guy Always Wins

"Wait, what??" Zala cried.

"Jure sent me a voicemail!" Filip cried.

"I-Is he okay? Are the others okay?" Mark asked.

"I'm not sure. I haven't played the recording yet." Filip told them. By now, the rest of LPS was in the room, surrounding Filip, looking down at his phone. Filip played the voicemail

"Guys. Sherman's looking for you! He thinks you guys are in Amsterdam and that your flight to Norway got delayed... I had to make up a logical location so that I didn't get killed. Stay safe guys.."

Everyone gasped.

"Sherman thinks we're in the Netherlands?" Gašper asked. "How did Jure come up with that excuse and get away with it?"

"I'm not sure, but we have to stay as far away from the Netherlands as possible." Žiga told everyone.

"What if Sherman finds out Jure lied?" Zala asked.

"Then.... Then he'll probably get killed." Filip sighed, looking back down at his phone.

"We have to find Joker Out, and fast." Mark spoke up. Everyone else nodded silently.

"Well, we should be heading to bed soon." Žiga sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"That would be a good idea." Filip replied. "Just let me call Zara first."

Everyone else left the room so that Filip could call his girlfriend in private. They all went into the main guest room, took turns getting dressed in the bathroom. (Mark went last because he takes so long), and began to file into the guest room to get into bed. There were two guest rooms. Zala and Gašper stayed in one, while mark, Žiga, and Filip stayed in another.

"Goodnight, you guys. You all have a big day tomorrow." Martha smiled.

"Thanks, Martha." Filip muttered sleepily after getting off the phone with Zara and finding his way into the guest room with Mark and Žiga.

"No problem. If you need, I'll help you get up at five. That way, you have time to eat breakfast and get to the airport." Martha smiled.

"Thanks." Žiga yawned.

"Anytime." Martha smiled again.

"I'm going to go check on the other two. You all rest, now." Martha said as she turned off the light.

"You mean the love birds?" Mark muttered, not loud enough for Martha to hear, but loud enough for Filip and Žiga to hear.

"What was that?" Filip chuckled softly.

"You're telling me that you haven't seen those two blush hard around each other?" Mark asked.

"I guess I haven't been paying attention." Filip admitted with a laugh. Žiga was unresponsive. He had already fallen asleep.

"Let's get some rest now." Filip yawned as he rested his head on the soft, silky pillow. "Night, Mark."

"Night, Fičo." Mark yawned. The two fell asleep almost instantly.

....

Gašper shot awake. His forehead was dripping with sweat. He had that dream again. That dream where Zala was killed by Sherman. He rubbed his eyes to try to get it out of his head. He looked around the room, and sure enough, Zala was laying on the ottoman next to him, fast asleep. He heard her sleep mumbling. Gašper blushed. He didn't know that she did that.

Suddenly, he heard a pair of footsteps walking towards the door. Assuming it was an older woman coming to check on him, he instinctively covered himself up in the blankets.