Chapter Seven: Arrangements

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by INFStudios

by INFStudios

-Paul-

I walked into my room and put my game face on. I lied in my bed, closed my eyes, and eventually fell asleep.

He came again, but I stopped him before he could speak.

"I'll do it!" I yelled. "Meet me at the park at noon tomorrow. I'll have the gem ready."

"Very well," he responded.

I suddenly woke from my dream in a cold sweat. I took a shower and got dressed again. I checked the clock, which read 8:46 p.m. I decided to go out and tell Thorne he agreed.

I arrived at his office a few minutes later, then knocked on the door.

"Mr. Thorne? Can I come in?" I ask.

"I don't know, Paul. Can you?" he replies. Oh. My. God. I've got just the perfect thing for this!

"When I was using 'can' I was using its secondary model form as a verbal modifier asking for permission, as opposed to expressing an ability. I thought since you were smart you would know that. My bad. May I come in?" OH, YEAH!!! THAT WAS HILARIOUS!!! I have been memorizing that meme since I first found it!

"Fine," he sighed. LOL!!!

I held back a strong smile as I entered the room. He was filling out a form.

"Hey, just wanted to say I took a nap and he agreed. We gon' kick his ass, though. We have it scheduled for noon tomorrow. By the way, he seemed like a dude in high authority, so he's obviously a leader. He had a deep voice, so he's meaning for people to fear him. He's definitely on the bad side." Just Sherlock Holmes'd that biz.

"Good, then we're making the right decision by disintegrating him and utterly annihilating him." he said, still not looking away from his work. Okay, then.

I headed back to my room to try to turn in for the night.

But I couldn't.

I lied awake in bed, thinking about what might happen tomorrow. What if it all goes wrong? What if the missiles are duds and we're screwed? Just all sorts of scenarios running through my head. And who knows? They might happen. I guess I'll just have to wait till tomorrrow.