Chapter 19: Clickity Clackity Engines

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Third Person's POV:

Samiah, Delmi, and Seto watched the whole scenery and them change the clocks ticking backwards. It has been a long time since Samiah ever been in anything like this before.

The energy running through her veins, the vortex spun faster and faster. The golden dust slowly invaded her systems making her see everything around her change and twist, In dangerous speeds.

"Wow" Samiah let out an loud exhale at the scenery morph from one thing to another, not letting go of Delmi and Seto.

The golden dust slowly swirled around in the opposite direction it came before, the energy being pulled out of her making her pale. Sickly pale. The scenery suddenly shot out colors, a golden light surrounding the non traveler keeping her stationary.

"Well" delmi asked as I gave her a thumbs up telling her how excited she was. "When did you discover your abilities".

Seto and Delmi gave each other glares not wanting to blow there cover. So they had to make something up.

Mason's POV:

I walked into the room were Delmi, Seto, and Samiah were all perched on the soft couch watching the flatscreen closely.

"Hey guys" I said in a whisper as they all jumped Seto hitting his head. "CLICKITY CLACKITY" Seto screamerd holding his head.

Clickity Clackity?

Everyone gave him weird looks as Seto gave me a playful glare. "Yeah Thanks Seto" i replied calmly. Seto grabbed his coat walking towards the door giving suspicious fixtures from everyone.

"You coming to the sleepover or what". My eyes sparkled as I jumped out the door, Delmi and Samiah Following.
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??: sir...

??: what? 

The two men watched the children and adult walk to the team crafted house hold.

??: Sir do we infiltrate the household or do we wait?

The walkie talkie buzzed as the master gave an annoyed moan.
"Percy and LoreM were last sighted here in this area, infiltrate and bring out the five before I get angry".

The servant nodded in response and jumped off the building letting the Cold October air fill him up.

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