Ermm... I'm having just a teensy bit of writer's block with this story. :T So bear with me!
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Chapter 16
"Tell me why we're here again?" I said, looking up at the high ceiling. I tried to ignore the migraine creeping up on me from all the ruckus around us. So far, I wasn't doing so hot.
"In my military days, rumor had it that the Ralling Rocks Organization is located--" Mr. BTM was cut off by Ryan, who interrupted, "I thought it was called a 'league'." Mr. BTM shot him an annoyed look, but Alan and I nodded in agreement. Alan stroked his chin thoughtfully and voiced his agreement. "Yeah, why isn't it a 'league'? Why an 'organization' now?" Mr. BTM facepalmed, his hand making a distinctive slap after meeting his face. I giggled.
"Fine. Rumor had it that the Falling Rocks league," he paused and looked at each of us as we nodded in approval, "is located under the train station." Mr. BTM pointed at the shiny marble floor, and the four of us glanced down in unison.
"Uhh... Has anyone actually proven that guess?" Ryan asked, still staring suspiciously at the polished floor. Mr. BTM gave him yet another peeved look, but obviously, Ryan didn't notice.
"Not a 'guess', a theory," Mr. BTM corrected, "and no, no one has proven this theory." My jaw dropped. Hold the phone! I sucked in an anxious breath and held up my hands quickly. I looked around at our little group.
"Woah, woah, woah. You mean, we're the first ones to test this theory? Why?!" I said anxiously, shifting from foot to foot, still holding up my hands.
"Well, this was my theory..." Mr. BTM said, and added, without any hesitation whatsoever, "I was a disliked and ignored kid in military school." Ryan, Alan, and I exchanged looks of understanding. We all nodded in unison. No wonder Mr. BTM is such a sour puss.
"So what makes you think--" I was stopped suddenly by Ryan's hand smacking over my mouth. It made the same sound as Mr. BTM's facepalm. I winced and gripped the edge of his hand and tried pull it off of my face.
"Enough with the pessimism, Jenna. Just focus on the mission here," Ryan told me, finally removing his hand. I scowled at him and smacked his shoulder. Hard. But Ryan just let out a chuckle.
"So let's split up," Alan said, rubbing his hands together. I frowned. Suddenly, Ryan threw a lazy arm around me. "I call Jenna," he said quickly. I grimaced, successfully removing myself from his arm.
"But why are we splitting up?" I asked.
"To search for possible routes that lead underground," Mr. BTM said. My eyebrows were still tightly knitted together.
"So it's settled," Alan said, passing out transmitters (or whatever you call those communication headphone thingies), "Ryan goes with Jenna, and I go with George."
Ryan wrapped his arm around me again. I tried scowling, but for some reason, I blushed instead.
Not good. And really weird.
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Sorry it's so freakin' super-dee-duper short. -.-
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