Guy
"I'll be back Guy this isn't the last you've seen of me" Lewis called as he jumped from the window ledge of the run down hotel on the rough side of town. I ran to the window and looked down but he was already gone.
"DARN IT JOE!" I shouted angrily. I brought my hand up and hit the wall hard. It crumbled as it took the blow.
"Calm down Guy we'll get him next time" Joe called as he started walking down the stairs. "Now come on we'll miss the next flight to the UK'.
"We will shortly be leaving for the UK" a women spoke over the intercome. I got out my UK mission book.
Name: Guy Frost.
Age: 17.
Born: New York.
Guy has been recruted and being trained to fight on the front line. He was recruted at the age of twelve. Now five years on he is being posted in the UK.
It was signed by Rob Smith.
Once I had finished reading the rest of the book about my training and what was going to happen once I got into the UK I put the folder back into my bag. I looked out of the window for a bit but I was soon asleep. Joe had fallen asleep ages ago. I don't blame him we haven't slept for two days now.
I woke to a loud voice talking over the intercome. "We will shortly be arriving at Liverpool Airport. Please prepare for landing".
"Joe, Joe wake up Joe you need to put you'r seatbelt on.
" Five more mins Guy" Joe whispered.
"Come on Joe wake up and put you'r seatbelt on" I tried again pushing him a bit harder this time.
"Fine then Joe I'll put you'r seatbelt on" I whispered in his ear as I clicked his seatbelt into place.
