I know the chapters are really short, and I'm sorry.
In my book that I write in at school when I'm meant to be doing 'work' it actually goes for quite a few pages.
So sorry.
And if you know how to link 'em all up, PLZ drop me a line.
Chapter Ten
Hanging my scythe on the wall, I turned and saw Grace leaning on my door frame.
'Heya, so about tonight- what?'
'Talk about fraternising with the enemy.' She smirked.
'What're you on about?' I asked, confused.
'Nothing.' She threw my CDs at me and I did a little dance.
'Woot!'
'Anyway,' She said in her, I'm-going-to-annoy-you-and-there's-nothing-you-can-do-about-it voice, 'So you're going to bust the ShapeShifter with the vamp, huh?'
I halted in my dance and cleared my throat. 'Uh...yeah. Is that cool with you?'
'It's fine; I don't care.' She shrugged.
'You sure?' The look on her face told me otherwise.
'Yeah. I just won't come is all.' She turned to go but I pulled her bacl.
'Wait, what? Why not?' I cried.
'Are you kidding? Vamps stink! And you're meant to HUNT things like him, not let them help you! I'm not going anywhere near one if I can help it.' She said bitterly.
'I know I'm not meant to do anything but hunt them.' I said quietly. 'But you can't not admit that we need all the help that we can get.'
She shrugged stubbornly.
'But you're my recon werewolf! Come just whilst we figure out which one it is. Please?' I pleaded.
She sighed. 'Do I have to?'
'Yes.'
***
'So, uh, can you tell me again why you're here?' The chubby security guard asked, smiling nervously.
'Sure.' I beamed, pulling my Omnitek jacket further over my shoulders. Grace and Jensen flanked me, wearing idenitcal outfits.
Fixing up my mini-mohawk (trust me, it looked awesome. The rest of my long hair hung down while that stuck up like a cowlick) I said, 'It's just a standardised check-up on all the security cameras and equiptment in general.'
'Oh.' He nodded, opening the door to a fairly spacious room that held the TVs attached to the cameras survielling the second, third and fourth floors.
'And you know what you're doing?' He asked as we sat at the panel. 'You look a little young.'
'Please sir, we're professionals.' Jensen said seriously.
'Okie dokie.' He turned and left.
'I like him, 'I said, getting accustomed to all the buttons and knobs and what they all did. 'He says 'Okie dokie'.'
'Anyone bring a deck of cards?' Grace asked darkly.
***
Jensen yawned beside me as Grace snored quietly.
He jumped and shook his head, focusing on the screen.
'Uh, Alex?'
'Yeah?'
'You're meant to be focusing on EYES here.'
'I know.' I said, zooming out and angling on the guy's face.
On my other side, Grace mumbled in her sleep, 'Of course I want some pie, what're you talking about?'
I laughed while Jensen rolled his eyes.
'Hey, look there.' He said, pointing to the bottom left screen, showing the back padlocked doors.
It was 8:30 at night, so the bank was closing soon and therefore there weren't many people around.
So why this guy was important...
Jensen groaned and rubbed his face.
'What?'
'I know the guy.' He said as the man, maybe 19, 22 tops, chopped through the padlock and went through the doors with a rifle strapped to his back.
'Did you have a thing with him?' I asked innocently, batting my lashes.
'What?' Jensen cried, sounding exactly like an embarrased boy of around 17. 'No!'
Grace jolted awake beside me, shouting, 'Spare the pie! Oh, hey guys. What I miss?'
'I think things just got more complicated.' I said darkly, pointing to one of the topmost cameras as a man's- the bank manager's, ironically enough- eyes flashed silver.
