Hearing the sentence, I shut my eyes tight, then raise my hands in surrender
"District?" the man says, with a slight jersey accent.
"Uh, two sir."
He mutter something to a man next to him, but I hardly catch it.
"Sector two...couldn't......cant.......no......honesty....just a mouse... she isn't who we lookin fo..."
He lets the gun drop and I turn to face him.
But he's gone.
"Hello? you who? Anyone here?"
"Yeah, Someone is."
"Peter! I scream.
I run up to him and squeeze his lungs, while Peter just stands there awkwardly.
"Hey, Mouse! I was thinking maybe-"
I let go of Peter, and turn around to face Hunter.
Hunter.
"Oh." is all he says.
He straightens himself and starts walking toward the exit,
"Well, I think I'll go." Peter says, slowly backing away.
"What do you mean?? Your not leaving, are you?"
"I'm in Sector 5. I just came to get a name."
Oh. "Really? Why!! Why can't you stay!?"
He smiles to show everything is okay, and then opens his mouth.
"Ohh Petey! there you are!" A small and petite girl runs up to him and shortly hugs him, then turns to face me.
"Who on earth-"
"Uh she is a friend. From my old Sector." Peter quickly says
"O! Well nice at meet ya, I'm Sarah." she squeaks, twirling he already curly blonde hair.
"Uh huh... Uh, I think I have to go. Nice to see you guys."
They wave as I turn around, and rush to the target area.
Lots of things are floating through my mind, but one is bouncing up and down.
What happened to KD105?
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