Chapter 8

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'Sup guys!How's summer going? Even though some people already started school. My school starts on September 3rd so I have a few  weeks.

Super 8

2239 hours

Ben's POV

Erica had been talking about the plan for 20 minutes now, but my eyes had been threatening to close for longer. Basically, we were going to the Stephen A. Schwarzman building in front of Bryant Park to look around, and get information from an event. Turns out when Erica and Cyrus were getting information from Jenny, she had spilled where Murray was going to be, and who he was trying to recruit her to. There was a large Digital Marketing conference that was going to take place tomorrow in the late afternoon at the library, (idk if a conference would take place there, so just roll with it) which we were hopefully   going to sneak into. It made sense Murray would be going as he was as much of a "nerd" as I was, and I was actually kind of interested in all the gadgets that were going to be there. He would probably also go to  report back to whoever he was working for.

I snapped back to attention as she finished her spiel with, "Sleep good tonight, because we are leaving tomorrow, also does anyone have any questions?"

I was about to ask about who else was going to be there, and how we were going to get in, but she ignored me.

    "Ok? No questions." She promptly left, leaving us to discuss and process before Cyrus threw us out of his room. He approved Erica's plan and left to do something that was probably shady(Who do you guys think acts the shadiest?) to get us more info.

    After she left Zoe groaned, "Ugh, why is Murray also involved in our missions. And why isn't he gravely injured or dead by now? He isn't even good at fighting."  Mike rotated his head around to look at me as I was also not very good at fighting. Zoe blushed as she realized her mistake and sat down.

    Mike just shrugged and changed the subject , " All we're going to see is pieces of smart, and configured metal."

    "We aren't there for the cool technology, we're there for the mission," I said.

    Clearly annoyed, Zoe answered , "I know we are there for more information, but I barely got anything from the computers, or Murray's yakking."

This suddenly piqued my interest as I realized Murray could bring us to the head of whatever organization was leading this, and we might be able to figure out what's going on.

    "Hey Zoe, do you remember what Murray said?" I askes.

    "Yeah, he basically said something about some large mogul meeting with the CEO of the company whose name is Joshua, but it's obviously Joshua Hallal."

    "Do you know where?" I questioned further.

"At the conference, duh" she responded.

I just shook my head, said good night and walked back to our room. When I walked in Erica was nowhere in sight, so I took the liberty of choosing where Mike, and I would sleep. Before getting into the bed I wore normal clothes because by the amount of times Erica had jumped on top of me for recon, I had learned to be dressed and ready. By the time I got out of the bathroom Zoe and Mike had come back and were looking at Zoe's phone. I plopped on to the bed and pulled the scratchy quilt over me even though it was only October. I heard them whispering but I didn't really care as my mind raced with thoughts. I had been staring at the chair in the corner for a while, before Mike turned off the lights and went to his side. Erica was still not back but I knew she was probably safe, because she was well.. Erica. I heard Mike snoring 20 minutes later and I sighed at the fact that now the chances I was going to fall asleep had drastically decreased. I tried to leave the room as quietly as possible, but I was met with someone nearing the door. I quickly looked out the peephole but the hallways were dark, and my eyes were blurry with tiredness. I lightly pressed on the door handle to slip past the pacing figure but they opened the door first. It was just Erica but I didn't know that so I instinctively thrust my hand forward, right into her.

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