Sean Cimino

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Today could be the best day in my bumpy life. The day where I will test the guts of Sean Cimino. It might mentally scar his life, temporarily, or maybe even permanently but who knows? You can’t predict Mago. When he finds out that I’m behind this ultimate scheme, he will send me to the slaughterhouse along with pigs that will be turned into bacon that you people eat. “Nate?” I shook him lightly,

            His little eyes fluttered open, “What is it?”

            “It’s time to go. Get dressed.” I scooped him off the bed. Nate, Andy, and I are staying at another house of Andy’s friends. He has friends scattered all over the country and I’m amazed.

            “Okay.”

            “Ally, where’s your phone?” Andy asked,

            “In the counter.”

            “Are you sure that Sean’s challenge is that bad?”

            I shrugged, “It is to him. You don’t know our inside joke.”

            “You’re right, I don’t because you guys are weird.”

            “I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you.”

            “So tell me more.”

            “What do you want to know about?”

            “How can Sean turn into a little wimpy girl when it comes to torpedoes?”

            “Because torpedoes are big and scary!” Nate exclaimed,

            “Uh…” Andy’s eyes widened a little,

            “He thinks it’s the weapon.” I whispered to Andy, “Just play along, he can’t know.”

            He laughed, “You’re right, they’re gigantic! No wonder why Sean is afraid.”

            “I know right.” I nodded,

            Andy dialed the numbers and waited patiently, “No answer.”

            “Maybe they’re still asleep, try again.”

            He redialed the number and it was quickly picked up, “What’s next?” Cubbie demanded,

            “I guess I called you too early.” He chuckled,

            “Just tell us what to do.” Mark groaned,

            “Mister Sean Cimino?”

            “What, mister kidnapper?” Sean retorted,

            “I’ll see you at the market, tough guy. It’s going to be great.” And then he hung up.

            “That was brief.” I said,

            “Whatever it takes to get you guys back.” He stated, “I’d do the same thing if you were kidnapped too.”

            “I won’t get kidnapped for real, okay? Maybe murdered, but not kidnapped.”

            “Well, you’re not going to get murdered under my watch. I can promise you that.” He seriously stated,

            “Won’t it be cool if I was shot or something?”

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