Chapter 11
Zimed looked around the garage. The bulletin board was in the back corner of the garage. It had pictures of faces with war paint on that completely covered the face, pictures of dark clothing that they would wear, the code names, the plan, and maps where the groups were suppose to be and the path that Claira and Zimed were suppose to take. He continued looking around around the garage and along the wall were tubs of water guns and the clothing that will be handed out that day. Then in the other corner, tucked away, was Abby's set of dark clothing, a few water guns that of course looked real, a couple of air-soft guns that also looked real, and a few fake knives that looks real as well. Finally, in a corner close by him there was some rope for Thunder, Lightening, Muscle, and Dark to use to tie up the stalker or stalkers so they couldn't try to run. Even by the rope were a bunch of walkie-talkies so that the group could have some sort of communication. A since of pride fell over Zimed, as he looked around the room. They were finally going to stop the stalker or stalkers. Once and for all.
Then Abby came into the garage. "I did a good job. Huh?" Abby said, also looking around the room.
"Yeah. More than what I was thinking," Zimed said.
"So why are you here?" Abby asked, curiously.
"Just checking on things. I'm going now though. See ya later," Zimed said, leaving the garage.
"Ok. See ya later," Abby said, making sure everything was safe.
