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"ALRIGHT!" Jon exclaimed.
All the kids crowded together at Brian's dining room table. His parents were out for the day, so it was a good time and place to plan.
"So, we're the only ones who know the truth about where Evan went," Luke said, making his younger brother sit down. "We had evidence that the police wouldn't believe because we're a bunch of kids and teens." They all nodded. "So today, we're here to form a crack-team. We've weighed all the options and finally, we think we've found the perfect jobs for everybody."
The kids perked up and listened intently, getting ready to even write things down.
"As seen Ryan and I are the oldest," Luke said. "We're Captain and Co-Captain. We've had a little more time to deal with the world and work in group projects."
"Wait... is Ryan captain because he's oldest?" Brock asked.
Ryan shook his head. "I lost rock-paper-scissors."
The kids managed a few laughs, but then immediately listened again.
"For the brains of the operation, we've decided to appoint Jaren," Luke said. "Kid, you've been bumped up a grade and you're always doing all that weird science stuff, too. You're qualified for this job."
Jaren nodded and wrote down his role.
"Next up, the medic," Luke said. "Brock, your mom is in the medical field and you've admitted you've picked up some stuff from her. It's your job to patch us up if we're injured, alright?"
"Gotcha," Brock said, writing it down. "I'll ask my mom more stuff about work."
"Alright, next person," Luke said. "John Keyes."
"Me?" John asked.
Luke nodded. "Bro, you've got an absolute arsenal of weapons full of nerf guns and extra ammunition. Your parents even bought you something some of our parents won't. High. Impact. Rounds."
"Ooo," Everybody else said.
"John, this is why we're making you the weapons expert," Luke said. "You know anything and everything about nerf, especially ammo."
John nodded and typed the note into his phone.
"Next up," Ryan said. "Brian. Buddy, you've gotten into some serious fights. Most of them were with Tyler."
Tyler nodded, delicately touching a bruise on his cheek. Brian shrugged.
"Hey, I have to defend myself a lot because I like to wear skirts," Brian said, crossing his arms. "T'ey're so much more practical!"
"Right?" Scotty asked.
"Okay, moving on from the fact y'all wear your sisters' hand-me-downs," Luke sighed. "Brian... we're appointing you to be the brawler."
"And what does the brawler do?" Brian asked.
"You've gotta fight the neighbor in close encounters," Ryan said. "You've got muscles, Bud. Especially from all that baseball you play."
"Speaking of," Luke said. "That brings us to our next positions. Craig, you're the greatest pitcher our school's baseball team has seen in years. You've got incredible aim, Dude. That's why you're the sniper."
"Bro, I got a sick nerf sniper rifle and bow you could use for that stuff," John told Craig. "By the way, my arsenal is completely open. I'll match anybody with anything."
"Perfect," Ryan said. "But, there's another baseball player in this room; David."
The boy looked up as his friends wrote down their roles hurriedly.
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Fallen Brother
FanfictionThey were just kids when it all started. They all knew it was the creepy neighbor down the street, even if the adults were oblivious. Now, they must come together to take down the neighbor and get their friend back.
