«We Could be Heroes»

[RoostersAreAwesome]

They had been give a day to think it over, hadn't they? That was twenty-four hours. So the latest they could meet was... about midnight tonight, right? Because that was when they had been given the proposition last night. So maybe they could do both.

He backed out of his chair and flipped it around, tucking it under the table. "Guys, I'm going to check up on this," he tapped the newspaper, "real quick. I think we have time to run over there before heading down to the police station." To our deaths, he thought, but not aloud.

"I'll come with you." Crow offered quickly, getting up. Hopefully Noel is ok...

 

[RiverStorm]

They had been give a day to think it over, hadn't they? That was twenty-four hours. So the latest they could meet was... about midnight tonight, right? Because that was when they had been given the proposition last night. So maybe they could do both.

He backed out of his chair and flipped it around, tucking it under the table. "Guys, I'm going to check up on this," he tapped the newspaper, "real quick. I think we have time to run over there before heading down to the police station." To our deaths, he thought, but not aloud.

Tayn sat up quickly almost tipping her seat over. "I'm coming with you" she said grabbing her new backpack off the floor.

"I'll come with you." Crow offered quickly, getting up. Hopefully Noel is ok...

River glanced at them "I`ll come too,"

 

[Laodicia]

(Yay 2 free arms I'm back)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Gage picked up the newspaper, now nervously looking for an address or phone number. There was a mailing address for the company, but none for the writers. He nervously scanned over the article again. That's spelled wrong, he thought, but shook it off. Now was not the time to be a grammar nazi.

 

[Laodicia]

Tayn anxiously tried to read through the back of the newspaper waiting.

 

[RiverStorm]

Gage picked up the newspaper, now nervously looking for an address or phone number. There was a mailing address for the company, but none for the writers. He nervously scanned over the article again. That's spelled wrong, he thought, but shook it off. Now was not the time to be a grammar nazi.

"Please tell me we know where we are going?" River asked

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

But surely the editor would have- No. He fought with himself. It doesn't matter. Look for the address, phone number, something. He thought to his ancient flip-phone and started to get nervous. If he had to call the stinking office... that's misspelled, too.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

"Please tell me we know where we are going?" River asked

"Well, uh..." he said nervously. "I was just going to wing it... haha, see what I did there? Wing it? Ha ha ohh, I hate this." Shut up, he told his inner grammar nazi as he crumpled the pages, trying to flip them faster.

 

[RiverStorm]

But surely the editor would have- No. He fought with himself. It doesn't matter. Look for the address, phone number, something. He thought to his ancient flip-phone and started to get nervous. If he had to call the stinking office... that's misspelled, too.

River looked at him expectantly

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

He sighed and crunched the papers closed again, staring at the front page. That's supposed to be an A, that one is missing a T... At... T, H, E... wait.