Social Experiment

The Fight (Irisha)

"Where are the guns?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out."

"How do you know where they are?"

"What is this, an interrogation?"

Terrance has been arguing with a Russian named Yuri for a while now. For some odd reason, he desperately wants to know where the stupid guns are. All I want to know is when we're going to do this.

A red-haired American steps up. "Yuri, calm down. Terrance, I can assure you this man is trustworthy."

"Everyone thought Westin was trustworthy, too!" Terrance fumes, "I'm not telling any of you where the guns are, and that's the end of it!"

Yuri glares at him. "I'm beginning to think you don't even know where they are."

"I'm beginning to think that you aren't as willing to help us as you were yesterday. And you know what else? You seem a bit on edge. Did West say something to you?"

For a split second, I see a look of terror flash across Yuri's face... and then it's gone.

"No.... no Sir."

"That's more like it. Everyone, you're dismissed. Yuri, Irisha, stay behind."

Terrance's room becomes less crowded as people filter out. Grace leaves last, casting me a glare as she walks out.

"Yes, Sir?" I ask politely.

"You can stop with that "Sir" nonsense." He glances at Yuri, "I would like you two working on finding the guns."

"So you don't know where they are, then?" I ask.

"No. I don't. This is not, of course, something I want the others knowing."

"And you decided to trust us because?" Yuri inquires.

"I don't. This is a test of your loyalties."

"We won't let you down." He promises.

"I sincerely hope so. Russians are notorious for leading double lives."

The guys stare each other down. After a moment, I clear my throat. "I'll start in all the girls' rooms, you take the guys'?"

"Sure."

I decide the best place to start is Abbi's room. How to go about this? I can't just walk in, what if someone's there?

I glance across the hallway. Yuri must've thought ahead as I did. "So, er.... how should we do this?"

I shrug. "Maybe during a meal? Dinner can't be long from now."

"We should just ask Abbi."

Are you a complete idiot? "Yeah, that won't seem suspicious."

"I have a plan, she won't suspect us."

"Oh you do, do you?" I snap.

"Russians always do."

Yuri paces around his room, while I watch from his bed. For the past ten minutes, he's been muttering to himself, bettering his plan (which he still hasn't shared with me).

He's actually kinda cute. I think in the silence. A bit insane, maybe, but cute nonetheless. His black hair, which is slicked back, brings out his emerald green eyes.