𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 8.

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FIRST MAIN OBJECTIVE:

GUNSHOP




"We need some better weapons."

Ashlyn stated as she turned back around, now facing the group. Tyler, as usual, began doubting her plan.       "Okay.. How are we going to do that?"        Carrot-top began writing another thing on the board.         "Well, we'll need to do two things first;"

-FORTIFY GRAVEYARD WALLS

-BRING JEEP INTO GRAVEYARD.

"We need avehicle to drive to the gunshop. My paren't jeep is the closest so we'll need to bring it to the graveyard. However, the phantom got over the walls last time. I'm not sure how, but we need to figure out a way to stop that from happening again- So when we get the jeep, any phantom that follows us won't be able to get in."         The redhead sighed, looking around the group.      "Anyone got any ideas?"

!

Ben stood up from his seat, walking to a bag that laid on the floor. (Name) watched him as he began rummaging through a bag, before he grabbed a notebook and a pen. He started drawing, quickly sketching down his idea, before showing it to the others. He opened the notebook wider, showing it to the others who leaned closer. (Name) sweatdropped, and a nervous smile formed on her lips.       "..It would be a good idea if they were human.. But I think it wouldn't bother them, and would climb over with that on too.."      She scratched the back of her neck, as Taylor next to her smiled.        "Yeah.. I can see that happening."       She watched as Ben closed the book, his shoulder falling. She stood next to him, pating him on the back while listening to the others.      "Since their body doesn't react well to light, why don't we just have some large light fixtures on the wall?"

"I'm not sure if the generator has enough power to keep those lights on. Most of the power goes toward the door.. If the lights went off everytime we opened the door, it wouldn't be that helpful."       Ashlyn stated, looking down.      "..Then.. Solar lights? Maybe?"

"That.. could work. But how are we going to get them?"

Aidens smile widened.     "Ah, you can leave that to me. I haven't used my allowance lately so it's built up a bit."

"Allowance? How much do  you have?"

"About ----?"




So he's the rich kid cliche.

There was bound to be one in the group.

Why'd it have to be the spycho though.

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