The children were in the arcade parlor.
Maggie McKeown, 27, was playing "Jaws" the game. She had long, blonde colored hair, blue colored eyes, and petite.
She wore a blue colored jumper, brown colored jeans, a black colored belt, brown colored socks, and brown colored shoes on her feet.
Ray Sanders, 54, her boss, spoke to her.
"I want you to go to Montana. I need you to look for some kids that went missing yesterday. They were hiking around the old Military base. They had backpacks on their backs. And they probably fooled around; they probably smoked dope, and swam in the lake. Hell, there's rumors of a WWII nuclear reactor nearby. The President will spit his teeth if he caught you. Now, are you gonna do it, Maggie?", Ray asked. "Fine, but if I have to go there...you owe me one". Maggie said. Ray had short, grey colored hair, blue colored eyes, and tall.
He wore a light brown jumper, a dark brown shirt, a brown colored tie, brown colored trousers, black colored socks, brown colored shoes, and a silver colored watch on his left hand. And a wedding ring on his right, middle finger. "Just don't forget. If this story fails, you won't get the Greaves story". Ray said. "Fine, but this story should be fine", Maggie said, and she smiled. Ray then moved away, as Maggie walked out of the arcade parlor, and headed to her car.
She needed to feel that her assignment meant something. Ray knew it. She drove her green colored van towards the Montana mountains, as the mid-afternoon rays descended upon Los Angeles, California.
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Piranha A novel by Robert Helliger
HorrorWhen two teenagers illegally creep into the US Military facility to make out near Lost River Lake, they're killed by ravenous piranha. Reporter Maggie McKeown travels to the area and enlists the help of rugged mountain man Paul Grogan, whose da...
