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They pulled into the driveway of a big brick house that supposedly belonged to Dustin Henderson's girlfriend, Suzie, and piled out of the van.
"So what's the game plan here?" Dylan had hardly been briefed on the plan. The boys had just showed up at her door, looking for a place to crash and someone to help. All the details had gotten jumbled in the mix. "We walk and say 'the government kidnapped our friend and we need you to use your computer nerd skills to locate her?'"
"What we're not gonna say is 'computer nerd skills,'" Mike rolled his eyes. "Dylan, I know you've only been nice for a very short period of time but that's not how you get someone to help you."
"Actually, we're not going to say any of that." Said Jonathan, breaking up their squabble. "She can't know the truth."
"Then we should probably come up with some kind of story before we—"
Dylan's sentence went unfinished as Argyle knocked on the door. "Or we could just knock on the door with without even the semblance of a plan. Yep."
She glanced at Jonathan with a look that said 'that's your friend.' He smiled at her, looking like he was holding back laughter.
The front door opened to reveal a small boy who looked like he could've stepped out of Lord of the Flies. He was armed with a rubber bow and arrow and with only a deep scream as warning, he fired it off at Mike, hitting him square in the forehead. The kid continued to scream.
Dylan leaned forward and whispered in Mike's ear. "That's what you get for acting like such a dickhead, dickhead."
"You know, I thought I was almost 2,000 miles away from my sister." Mike said, ripping the arrow from his forehead. "But when you speak it's so annoying, it's almost like she's right here."
Dylan laughed and plopped a kiss on his cheek as she entered the house. "That is so sweet, Mike. I always wanted a brother."
The inside of Suzie's house was even more chaotic the deeper they ventured inside. She wasn't sure but Dylan thought that maybe this many little kids under one roof might be illegal. At least when the lack of supervision was considered. There were some kids imitating some sort of elvish war, some filming what seemed to be a terrible movie, and even some fighting over cooking instructions. The little one, who shot Mike, seemed to be named Cornelius. Or else that is what was screamed at him when he shut off the breaker to the main power.
"I think this might be my own personal hell." Dylan whispered to Jonathan behind her. He nodded in agreement.
The teenage girl who was now manhandling the little Cornelius into the time-out corner finally acknowledged them amongst the chaos. "Who they hell are you?"
Argyle seemed smitten into stupidity by the girl. Jonathan, more reasonable, explained they were here for Suzie. The group followed Eden's directions and located Suzie outside her room on the roof. Suzie was understandably confused by their presence in her room but came back inside to speak with them anyway.
