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"How much progress have we made?" The cold voice rang around the nearly empty room.
"At first we had possible subjects in nearly five hundred locations, and in the past month and a half, we have increased that by over four hundred. We now have around a thousand locations-" The deep voice was cut off by the cold voice, they seemed to be in charge.

"Just skip to the part where you tell me how many we have identified, and how many we have captured, Reynolds."
"Right, yes, of course ma'am. We have identified eight hundred and sixty two of the possible subjects. Of that eight hundred and sixty two, four hundred and eighteen have been captured." Reynolds sounded proud of himself.

"And why are there still four hundred and forty four still to be captured? Why am I paying you to do this, when you can't even carry out the operation efficiently?"

"Our facilities cannot handle more than five hundred subjects. We are expanding, but it will be at least six months before it is ready. At the moment we are deciding which eighty-two to bring in."
"I don't care which ones they are, just do it as quickly as possible. And work on identifying the rest."

-

"Who are you texting?"
"Nobody. Go away Izzy." I grumbled. Why did she have to be here?
"You obviously are texting somebody. Who is it?" She replied in her horrible slimy, snotty voice.
"Just a friend, okay? Now go away." I folded my arms, exasperated.

Dean
come over later?

I quickly tapped in a reply.

Stella
K brb-sister

"Whose Dean?" Izzy asked, peering over my shoulder.
"Iz, just go away. It's none of your business. Go hang out with your friends." I snapped, standing up and storming up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door.
"Alright stressy." I heard her shout from downstairs.

Stella
Iz is pissing me off like always

Dean
Want to come over now? ;)

Stella
Can I pick u up?

Dean
Ya where we goin?

Stella
Wait and see ;)

Dean
Ooh do I see a cheeky winky face there?
Is someone flirting?

Stella
You say that like you never flirt with me
Also u put a winky face first
And how is a semi-colon and a bracket flirting?

Dean
Someone's defensive ;)

I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. We had been constantly texting since we had met last week. We had also gone back to Nicoli's Pizzeria a few times because, as Dean put it, the pizzas were to die for.
Not that I would die for one, but I am ninety-five percent sure that Dean would.
I quickly teleported to my island and grabbed some euros, before heading to Dean's.
When I got there, I noticed a large lump under his duvet and shook my head. How can he be asleep? I was texting him less than a minute ago!
Striding over, I yanked the covers from his sleeping body. He was curled up in only a shirt and boxers.

"Dean!" I flicked his forehead. "Oi. Wake up potato head. DEAN!" I poked him. Still no response. Was he dead? I leaned closer to listen for a breath.
Suddenly, something grabbed me around the waist, pulling me closer to the once dead body. I let out a small shriek.
"Gotcha! You can't escape from me, the great and almighty Dean Peverell! Mwhahahahahaha!"
"Dean shut up you potato. Let me go."
"Aw Stells, don't pretend like you don't find me funny. I know that you're dying of laughter inside."
"Nope. No chance spud."
"What's with all the potato insults? And I know I can make you laugh." He pulled me closer so I was lying next to him, then he sat up.
"What are you do- AHAHAHHAHAAH, STOP DEA-HAHHAHAHAHHAH-OW-DEAN IM WARNIN-OWAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH-NO DON'T TICKLE ME AGAI-AHAHAHHAHAHAHHA." As you might of guessed, the son of a spuddian was tickling me.
"I told you I could make you laugh. Admit it!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAA-OKAY YOU-AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHH-STOP!AHAHAHAHHA-ARE FUNNY-AHAHAHAHAH"
"Knew it. Let's go on this adventure then. Where are we going?"
"One it's a surprise, and two, do you really want to go with no trousers?" I said, making him look down.
"Oh yeah. Umm..." A pink tinge coated his cheeks. "I'll just get some." He clambered over me-making sure to knee me in the stomach- and started looking through his drawers.