They Chose Me (Draft 1)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

                “I have no idea,” I reply to Landon. We’re sitting at lunch with a couple of his friends. I was released yesterday, which also means that Mary and her assembled team will be leaving tomorrow. That gives me today to prove that I can go.

                “You have to have some idea on how to get Mary to let you go,” Landon says back. I’ve thought about this constantly for the last day or so. I’ve thought my best chance is marching up to her office and talk to her. I can tell her I know how to move around the government building somewhat (because I wasn’t barely consciousness or anything…). I’ll be able to get Violet and I won’t have to go through all the officials. But I don’t know if that will persuade her all the way. I’ll have to try.

                “We could come up with a play. I’ll be the official coming into camp and you can use your ninja moves and save the day,” Landon suggests.

                “Let’s not, okay? I’ll just talk to her and convince her to let me go on a side mission or whatever to save Violet.”

                “Well, if you want to be all boring and all. Why not save the trouble and sneak into the team?”

                I raise my eyebrows at Landon.

                “I’m sure Mary has this all planned out. If she has an extra team member, she’d notice. I’ll have to go talk to her,” I say.

                “And if that doesn’t work?”

                “I could try sneaking in.”

                “Or I could go,” Landon says as he shrugs simply at the thought.

                “That’s brilliant! Well, I don’t want to have you do all the work for me, but maybe if you help me convince Mary that I’m fine?”

                “Are you seriously fine, though? Granting, I do want to go myself.”

                “Yeah, I am. I become dizzy when I run and do some crazy stuff, but I’m thinking the real officials will be distracted by the break-in. We’ll sneak off to get Violet and then rendezvous back to our team.”

                “We’ll? So we’re a team. Nice. We should have, like, a team name or something. Endon? No that has ‘end’ in it. How about Lemma?” Landon suggests. I roll my eyes.

                “Let’s go. Now.”

                 With the hope that Mary is in her office available to chat, Landon and I make our way to her office. I’ve been in the room next to the office, the meeting room, only once before (technically, twice that day) to discuss plans. We knock on the closed door and are answered with a quiet “Come in.”