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stick into one of the kidnappers. I pulled it out and shoved it into the other guy. As my tenisitis calmed down, everything turned back to normal motion and the kidnappers tumbled to the ground with bloody stomachs. I turned back around to see Kilera smiling. The white van behind her exploded. The farm pix-elated. We were standing in black. "Don't worry, the landscape will show up soon." assured Kilera. Soon enough, a new landscape pixelated around us. It was London, England. Old fashioned cars passed us by. My clothing were the same and people were eyeing us funny.
"There!" Kilera pointed towards the London Clock Tower.
"There's a block of gold on the arrow. We have to reach it before the clock turns twelve, or else it's going to slip off and we fail." said Kilera. I nod. I check the time. It's 11:50. Ten more minutes before the clock strikes twelve. And the worst part is that the clock tower is on the other side of London.
"We have ten minutes. We can run there but..." I don't want to ask if she's tenisitis. Some people take it offensively. "Don't worry. You can run there. I'll take the other guys." Kilera gestured towards men in black coats walking towards us. I nod. I will myself to run as fast as I can towards the tower. But nothing happens. Great. I should have asked my dad how to work my tenisitis before he died. My nerves tingled. I knew something was near by. Something I didn't want near by but would probably help my tenisitis react up. As the 'thing' got closer, my nerves got nervous by every second. I turned around to see a hobo (no offense) glaring at me. He had wild eyes and wore clothes that any hobo in the 1900s would wear. I took a step back. He kinda freaked me out. "Jenice is that you?" he asked taking a step closer. "I'm sorry, uh, do I know you?" I asked him taking another step farther.
"I knew you wouldn't remember me. It's Victor, your uncle, remember? I ran away with Ursula!" he cried taking steps closer. I shook my head scared and started jogging away. I only five more minutes to finish this mission. I felt cold hard hands on my shoulders, pulling me back with such great force I had to go back. I jabbed my elbow into his stomach but a younger voice came out. I turned around to see Jace rubbing his chest. "You don't look as bony as you actually are." he mumbled. He still had one of his hands on my right shoulder. "Okay, that's great. Now, lemme go so I can go get the thing." I told him. He grabbed me by my elbows and pulled me closer to him. "Listen, you've got to get out of here." he whispered in my ear. "What? No! I don't have time for this, Jace! Please let me go!" I squirmed in his arms.
"Nop." he said popping the 'p' at the end. I knew what was going on. He was drunk and had somehow escaped into the simulation.
"Jace, what did you drink?" I asked him. Jace pulled me into a hug.
"Nothing much, you know. Like a beer or two." he whispered in my ear.
"Please, Jace. Let me go." I pleaded. I squirmed in his arms. I looked around to find Kilera but she was nowhere in sight. Jace sighed in my ear. "Why is it that every girl other than you smells like strawberries?" asked Jace. "I dunno." I continued to squirm in his arms.
"You know what you smell like?"
"No. What?" I seriously didn't know.
"Like oranges."
"That's great. Now can we stop hugging?"
"Yes. But before you squirm out of my arms, you have to promise me that you won't run away."
I rolled my eyes and a plan formed in my head.
"I promise."
Jace released me but didn't release my elbows.
I looked around hurriedly for Kilera and I thought I saw her on the Hour Arrow.
"Jace, I have to go help her" I told him.
Jace gripped my arms tighter.
"No. Rule number three sixty five point eight. Never stop anyone doing something good or helping the home team."
"So? What does that have to do with her?" I asked him. He was hiding something. I just knew it.
"Tonight's her test. We haven't been sure when she joined that she actually wants to be one of us." explained Jace.
"Talk in simple language." I ordered him.
"We think she's working for the government."
"Who's we?"
"The whole Atlas."
"Atlas?"
"Basically the head organization of our little army."
"..."
"So, if she saves that gold block, she's apart of the government. If she doesn't, she's not one of them...or us."
"What?"
"One of our soldiers the other day saw Kilera on her techno-"
"You mean of those see through iPads?"
"Yeah. And she was trying to access Block 8 information."
That was really hard to believe.


Imprint

Text: Ramneet Corp.
Images: Google
Publication Date: 11-30-2012

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Dedication:
To... I'm sorry, I don't know who to dedicate this book too.