Alagretto's POV
"Mother! Alagretto's gotta girlfriend!" I hear my sister shout, when I'm trying to have an indept conversation with Riza.
"I do not so shut up! She's just a friend!" I shouted, even though anytime I said that, I felt just a little guilty, since I've kissed Riza twice. Those were the days.....when we, the stf said we'd stay together.
Yeah right.
"I just don't know what to do now, I mean you guys all just never listened to me, anyway, and now....wait....is that....CLEO!" Riza screamed, as I heard in the background, 'Cleo found Riza!!!!!! Cleo is happy now!!!!'
"Riza?! What's going on?"
"Cleo, she...found me...?" I hear Cleo shout, 'Cleo knew Riza was trying to hide, so Cleo thought that Cleo should check the last possible place Riza would be hiding in!!!'. So Cleo wasn't an idiot...behind that thick red hair that only a Damien could appreciate, was a brain that actually worked...somewhat.
"Alagretto! It's really Cleo!!! She's here!" Riza said happily. Cleo, even though she acted like a complete baby, if not idiot, she still needed something like a mother to guide her, which was Riza.
"So that's where little miss shwiney the thief ninja went! I'm guessing this means we're better off all together, huh" I say, almost joking, yet half meaning it.
"I guess it does, because we'd go find each other in the end." Riza says, before snapping into her leader mode, "Okay then, you stay there, because Australia is safe, and We'll come at get you soon. Right now, I think I should go find Damien, because we have a lead on him, and it'd be easier to find him faster than to wait two days. Okay?"
"Fine by me" I say, as we hang up, and I look at my sister, "Ever think about talking in the third person?"
Riza's POV
"So you say he went back to Spain?" I ask Cleo, as she nods.
"Damien went to baracooda Spain!" Baracooda...?
"Ya mean, Barcelona, right?"
"Baracooda" Barcelona.
"Okay, we're going, just I'm flying. I'm NOT taking another one of those public flights. There's creepy people on there." I say, as I call up the airport, and get the airplane ready. We walked out to the plane, as the guy who was supposed to show me to it asks me a few questions.
"So, how old are you, and can I see your license" Plane license? Pfft. I already forged one. And it looks so real, because it's my moms, and I just submitted my name, and info, and photo, saying I changed my name.
You won't believe what the public believes about stuff like that.
"Here, this shall answer all your questions" I say, handing the license to the man, as he hands it back,
"I don't trust you flying long distances-"
"Do you know how I came here...? I flew a plane, much larger, from Japan to here. Then to Paris, then to Alaska, then back here. Do you not trust one enough...?" I then walked by, into the plane, putting my license in my pocket, stepping up into the cockpit, knowing this time, I wouldn't have my co-pilot to do all the things that I couldn't exactly reach sitting down, and would have to do the commands, and do this the harder way.
Sighs this is always a pain, going solo, but Damien was the only one besides someone we could always contact that we knew the approximate location. Hopefully we'd find him easily.
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The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.
Random***UNEDITED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*** 6 kids The government Several Murderers And the fight for survival This is the Specially Talented Force Riza never wanted any of this. She just wanted a life different from the one she has now. Aly wanted a...
