Everybody Wants To Rule the World Chapter Four Written By: LadySwan "Hi Mila!" a group of girls chorused. Mila turned to look in their direction. She saw a bunch of her new cheerleader friends standing by their lockers. She waved to them. As she continued down the hall, she heard wolfish whistles. Again, Mila turned to look where it came from. She saw a good- looking boy, probably a Junior, smiling at her. Mila bit her lip shyly and smiled back. She continued walking. It seemed as soon as she had joined cheerleading, her place in the popular crowd had grown. It seemed as if everyone knew her, and were her friends, and almost every boy she passed would watch her walk away. I wonder why Sydney never told me being this popular was this fun, Mila wondered to herself, as she continued to notice boys watching her walk pass them in the hall. I bet Sydney's gotten a lot of dates this way. I wonder how many dates I'll get. And then she remembered. Garrett. He had only been gone for around three days, and already she was thinking about going on dates. Wasn't she the one who made Garrett promise not to cheat on her? No, Mila decided. What I want are fun dates to go on for boys and girls, no strings attached. Besides, to Mila, not cheating meant not getting a new boyfriend. She would just be going with friends on dates as friends. Mila found herself smiling again as she caught one Senior's eye as he watched her wolfishly, though standing next to another girl. She could get used to all this attention. : : : : : : : : Still sitting at the back of the truck, JT and Neil sat, this time they weren't gagged, but still tied up. They were able to talk, but the only they did talk about was how serious their conversation was. And then, the truck pulled into another stop. JT and Neil groaned as they ended up tumbling around again. The bad guys had been stopping like this since yesterday. Sometimes it wasn't even that important, but every time, they checked to see if they were still there. Yesterday at least, when they had stopped, the Baldies had tossed in some food for them and had taken off their gags. But then, they continued their trip. Their trip seemed to take days, two to be exact, but JT could tell they were only going around in circles. It was easy to keep track of the trucks direction, especially since they had nothing else to do or could do. From what JT could tell, they were either still in Swans Crossing, or in a town next to it, nowhere further. And so JT was really surprised when the truck's back door opened, and the four Baldies, roughly pulled them out. JT looked up at the bright sky and was blinded. It felt so long since he had last seen the sun. But he didn't see it for long. The four big men dragged JT and Neil into a huge warehouse. JT tried identifying the warehouse, but it didn't look familiar. Maybe they weren't in Swans Crossing anymore. But then again, since when did he go looking at the warehouses in Swans Crossing? They were thrown into a dark room, no windows, a small bathroom, but it looked even more uninviting than the back of the truck. It was very dark and damp. It even smelled a little. And JT was almost certain he felt something scurry between his feet. Something small. Something, like a rat. He cringed. And then they heard the men laughing through the door. They were talking in a foreign language, but from time to time, they would use some English words like tell, force, boss, Pegasis, and JT and Neil gasped when they heard Barek. Barek. He WAS in on all this. They couldn't believe their ears. Barek, he had been such a great friend at the beginning. Sure he seemed mysterious, but everyone had their secrets, didn't they? JT groaned as he lightly knocked his head against the rock wall. If only there was a way they could tell Callie and Jimmy what they had discovered. But their wasn't. JT began to wish he had never heard of Ub2b. : : : : : : : : Nancy made her way to cheerleading practice at the end of the day. The grass was a brilliant shade of green, the sun was shining brightly, and there was an occasional slight breeze. It was a great day. But as Nancy sat down on the field with the other cheerleaders, she frowned when she noticed there was something missing. Mila and Glory. They weren't anywhere in sight. Mila said something about meeting up with her teacher after school let out, but Nancy wasn't sure. She was only sure that Glory was still moping about JT and was in no shape for cheerleading. But now that both of them weren't around, Nancy stood out as the girl who was the least popular among the cheerleaders. Nancy always felt so insecure around these girls, especially when Mila or Glory weren't there with her. Nancy had thought that being a cheerleader would have made her more accepted into the popular crowd at school, when in reality, the people in the popular crowd got to know her as this wanna-be. Nancy had no idea how she even became a cheerleader. She wasn't as great as Mila or even Glory or all the other cheerleaders. But somehow, she had still made the squad. She wondered briefly if it had something to do with Ms. Langer and her mother being best friends. But Nancy was too happy to be a cheerleader to care. But Nancy began to wonder if all the cruel looks from the other cheerleaders were worth being a cheerleader at all. : : : : : : : : Sydney and Callie made their way to room 105 for their first official school newspaper meeting. Sydney daydreams about her getting to know David Collins a lot better than just an acquaintance, while Callie still wonders what might happen when she and Jimmy stake out Barke later. "Thanks for coming, Callie." Sydney tells her friend. "It's nothing. It's not like I had a choice or anything." Callie says. "Besides, it might be nice to get my mind off of JT and Neil for a little while." Their conversation stops as they enter the room where a couple of people are already there. They take their seats towards the left side of the classroom. David Collins is already there, standing at the front of the classroom, talking to Mrs. Dalton. Sydney tried prying her eyes away from him, trying not to make it obvious she liked him. She looked around the room, and saw a couple of Freshmen and Sophomores, but mostly Juniors and of course Seniors. Just then, Mrs. Dalton decided to start the meeting. "Ok people, I want to thank you all for coming. You all will be working on the Swans Crossing High Newsletter, which is a weekly newsletter. So you know you all should be putting a lot of work into it. I'll turn you over to David who will explain further. David." she said, giving the floor to him. As Mrs. Dalton steppes aside, David took center stage. "Great newspapers usually have great staffs. And so we'll need one too." He picked up a piece of chalk and wrote on the board Editor- in-chief, Associate Editor, Managing Editor, Associate Managing Editor, Art Director, Associate Art Director, Layout Editor, Associate Layout Editor, News and Features Editor, Associate Features Editor, Associate News Editor, Literary Editor, Editorial Staff, Writers, Artists, Layout Artist, and finally Photographers. He began by assigning people to a certain job. Since David was already Editor-in-chief, that position was filled in immediately. Stuff like the Editors and the associates of Art, News and Features, the Editorial Staff, the Artists and the Photographers were easy to fill out. And then David turned to Sydney. "How about you, Sydney? Surely you don't want to be JUST a writer." Sydney's mouth dropped open and felt her mouth go dry. "Um, well, I guess I could be the Associate Layout Editor, I guess." It was the first easy and available thing Sydney could think of. David smiled and filled in Sydney's name next to the blank. He turned to Callie. "How about you?" "Um, I'll just stick to being a writer." Callie told him, shrugging. Callie was still thinking about how the stakeout would go, and when David had asked her, she realized she didn't even want to put a lot of effort into a paper that would come out weekly. She decided a writer was the easiest way out. Sydney was still thrilled that David remembered her name. She was planning on putting a lot of effort into this newsletter. A lot. She was grinned from ear to ear. She looked back up at the board. She wondered who her 'boss' would be. And then next to Layout Editor, she saw Alex Hunter. Sydney remembered him. He was a Junior. He was really smart. But he was also really cute. The guy was sometimes shy and quiet, but he had this adorable smile. Sydney was actually looking forward to getting to know him better as well. : : : : : : : : Sandy walks down the Swans Crossing High hallway after school hours. She had to stay and talk to her Math teacher for a little while, and missed walking home with Saja. It didn't matter much. She was going to see him later at the Soda Shop at 5. She decided to stop by the Ladies' room so that she could wash her hands. She entered the door, put down her stuff on the counter and turned on the faucet and began washing her hands. And then she stopped. She heard the faintest sniffle. She quickly dried off her hands and turned back to the stalls to see who was in their. She looked under, and finally saw some feet in the left-most stall. She peaked in through the hole. "Glory? Is that you? What's wrong?" Found, Glory unlocked the stall's door and came out. Her eyes were red and puffy and she looked horrible. Horribly sad that is. In her hand were a bunch of crumpled tissues. Quickly, Sandy took some tissues out of her book bag and handed it to Glory. "Here. Are you still worried about JT?" Glory nodded soberly. And then she burst into tears all over again. "But it's not just him. It's almost everything! First Garrett goes back to France, Mom has been acting pretty strange lately, and now JT and Neil are in the hands of some real creeps. I knew it was wrong of JT and Neil to keep on continuing their experiment, especially after we knew there was something seriously wrong here in Swans Crossing, but I didn't do anything to stop it! It's all my fault!" "It's not your fault," Sandy consoled Glory. "No one knew how evil these guys were. No one knew how important their experiment was." She gave Glory a hug. "There's something in the air." Glory complained. "It seems as if everything that can will go wrong." Sandy found herself sighing loudly. "Yeah, isn't that so?" Glory turned to her friend. "Oh yeah that's right! How could I forget, you left the band yesterday! Oh, Sandy!" They hugged each other again. "It's alright I guess. I didn't like how things were going. I should have left long ago." Sandy shrugged, taking a tissue herself. Glory bit her lip. "I just wished things would become better again. If one more thing goes wrong I'll scream!" : : : : : : : : David adjourned the meeting, and Callie was anxious to go already. "Callie, please just stick around for a little while!" Sydney pleaded. "I can't Sydney, Jimmy's waiting for me. I gotta go. I'm sure you can talk to David by yourself. Ok?" Callie waved to her. "Bye!" Sydney waved back to her friend, as she watched her leave. She turned back to look towards the front of the room where David was still standing. Sydney would have gone up to him and started a conversation, but he was already talking to three other people. So she decided to wait for a moment or two. She subtly headed towards the front of the room. And then she ran into Alex. "Hey!" she greeted him in a friendly tone. She might as well, if he was going to be her boss. He smiled at her. "Hi." "So I guess you're going to be the Layout Editor, huh?" she said lamely, trying to make conversation. "Yeah. So I guess that would also make me your boss, huh?" "Yeah. I guess it would." "Don't worry, I won't order you around, too much." he joked. Sydney laughed. And then she looked over her shoulder to see if the three were still talking to him. They weren't. But instead there were two other people talking to him. She turned back to Alex. Alex gave her a half-smile as he noticed where Sydney was looking at. "So I guess you have it in for David Collins, huh?" Sydney blushed. "Am I that obvious?" "Not really, but I can usually tell these things." He smirked. "Half the girls who joined the staff only joined because of him. Is that true with your case?" Sydney shook her head. "Nope. I only joined because my friend Callie wanted my moral support when she joined so that SHE could meet David." Sydney fibbed. Alex smirked again. "Oh really now. So why would she leave and you'd stay if you were only here to lend some moral support?" Sydney opened her mouth to defend herself but nothing came out. She found herself blushing again. "Ok, ok, so it's really the other way around." she admitted. "But it's actually pretty fun so far." Alex shrugged. "It is, actually. But it was a lot more fun last year." he said with a wistful look in his eyes. "Oh I'm sure it'll be a lot more fun this year." Sydney argued. "The staff this year is a lot better than it was last year." "It is not!" "Is too!" They laughed when they realized their argument/conversation had gotten out of hand. They smiled at each other. "Fine." Sydney declared. "It will be." "We'll see." Alex said mysteriously. They laughed again. Looks like David Collins isn't the only reason I'm looking forward to being on the newspaper staff this year, Sydney thought to herself happily. : : : : : : : : Mila was walking down the hall of Swans Crossing High, a little after school had let out. She felt a bit sad that she wasn't able to go to cheerleading practice, she had to go and meet her Chemistry teacher. Since she had never taken up the course before, she was a bit behind her level and had to do some major work to catch up. She stopped by her locker to get some books that she needed to study for the night for her lessons tomorrow, placed them in her book bag and closed her locker. She stepped outside of Swans Crossing High and inhaled deeply. She smiled. The fresh air was great. Since Mila only lived six blocks away from the school, she had decided to walk home. "Hey Mila!" a Junior Mila met yesterday said, popping up from behind a tree. "I thought you might still be here." "Hey Greg. What's up?" Mila asked smiling coolly. But inside, Mila's heart was thumping wildly. A Junior she had met only yesterday remembered her name, and it seemed like he had been waiting for her! "Can I walk you home?" he asked. "Sure, my house is only six blocks away." she told him. As they walked towards Mila's home, they talked and talked about all sorts of things, school, sports, cheerleading, couples, old or new romances between classmates, a lot. Mila was really getting excited and she almost knew that Greg was going to ask her out on a date. She left out the fact that she was dating Garrett Booth who was in France. She was glad that his name never came up. And then interrupting them was Mila's cellphone which started to ring. Mila smiled at Greg apologetically, and took her phone out of her bag and answered it. "Hello." "Hi Mila, it's Owen." a way-too-friendly voice called out. "Owen, uh, hi." Mila said in an embarrassed tone. "What do you want?" "Well, I'm home already, and I was wondering if you could come over and we could start practicing, because I think we need to start anew because Sandy is gone and-" "Owen, I don't I can make it today." Mila interrupted, looking at Greg. "Oh. Ok. Um, how about tomorrow after school then?" Mila's mind raced. If today went well with Greg, then she just might even have a date with him tomorrow, or she could get him to walk her home again. "Tomorrow's not so good for me either. Look Owen, I'm really busy right now. I'll call you when I'm free. Ok? Bye." she said, hanging up on him without waiting for an answer. She quickly clicked off her phone and smiled at Greg. "What was that all about?" he asked. "Oh nothing." she said with a wave of her hand. "Ok then." He took her hand and they continued talking as they walked down the path leading towards the Rosnovsky mansion. Things were working out for Mila, just the way she wanted them to. : : : : : : : : "How long do you think we'll be stuck in here?" Neil asked JT, as he fingered the rock pattern on the wall. "It's pretty weird, you know? They haven't even asked us for the formula of Ub2b yet or anything." "Don't hold your breath." JT warned. "I'm sure they will sooner or later." JT was pacing around the room, trying to find a way to escape their little prison. "Where are we?" JT could hear Neil ask softly. "We're either in Swans Crossing or someplace close to it. We were just driving around in circles." "Oh ok. Do we give them the formula?" "No way! Why would we do that?" "What if they threaten us with a gun or something?" "I dunno...." "Or worse, what if they threaten us with the lives of one of our friends again, like what happened to Glory?" JT grew silent. He definitely did not want them to harm Glory once more. He felt the weight of the responsibility of the safety of his friends. JT grew more and more sad than angry by the minute. What if he would never see his friends ever again? Or his family? Katie? More than anything JT wished he could turn back the clock to the beginning of summer when he and Neil decided to work on Ub2b and then forget the whole thing. JT angrily pounded his fist on the cold stone. But he knew it was useless. He leaned against the wall and sighed. Glory, if only he could see her beautiful face one more time at least. : : : : : : : : Garrett sat by his window, looking out longingly, wishing he was back in Swans Crossing. It was ok here in France, with friends like Michel, but still, there were also his French lessons he did not have a clue about, and also the head master, who was watching Garrett so carefully, he wanted out even more. France wasn't home. It wasn't at all like Swans Crossing where he had all his friends, Mila, Glory, Jimmy, and even Sydney. He missed all of them like crazy. He wondered what Mila was doing, and if she actually missed him! He hadn't received a letter from her yet, he wondered if it had gotten lost in the mail. Everytime he called her, she was always out. Garrett then remembered the promise they had made the day before he left. Never to cheat. Garrett snorted. There wasn't much chance of him cheating on her. He was in an all-boys boarding school. And this school was strict! They never let them go out. They had to sneak out to see the girls. But Garrett didn't care much about the French girls. All he knew was the girl he was destined to be was in Swans Crossing, and that was all that mattered. Maybe she just needs to be reminded to write to me, he decided. He took out some paper and began writing her a letter. At first Garrett briefly wondered what he could write about. And then he remembered to tell her that he wasn't cheating on her, and that he had heard about what had been happening so far from Sydney. He made sure that his letter was far from anything poetic that might make her remember and ask him to write her a poem. It was a bit difficult writing Mila a letter about all these things, and Garrett wondered why. When he had written to Sydney, he was able to write freely without stopping to think or anything. Maybe it had been easier for him to write, because she was just a friend, and because Mila was his girlfriend, he had to make this perfect. Stumped, Garrett opened up his desk drawer once more and took out Sydney's letter and read it again. A smile was on his lips as was reading it. Even as he read her letter over and over again, it still made him smile every time. Over the summer, he and Sydney had done some pretty rotten things to each other. Now that their fight was all over, it seemed to have given Sydney some room to mature. And she had, she was being great. She was like the only best friend he could talk to, the one he never had had, until now that was. Garrett snapped out of it, and remembered he was supposed to be writing a letter to Mila. He re-folded Sydney's letter carefully and put it away, and went back to Mila's letter. But he was still stumped. "This would all be easier if I was still back in Swans Crossing instead of here." Garrett muttered angrily to himself. Garrett sighed miserably. : : : : : : : : Callie and Jimmy were at the post office, checking JT and Neil's box to see if they had received anything they needed for Ub2b. They wanted to check if maybe there was something that they could use, a clue maybe. JT and Neil had left them their key before their kidnapping. When Callie opened the box, she saw a single envelope. She saw right away that it was Sydney's birth certificate. Jimmy saw what she held. "What's that?" he asked. "It's for Sydney," Callie said, quickly stuffing it into her bag. "Wait, before we go to the Tool N' Die to go and stakeout Barek, I need to drop this off at Sydney's. It's on the way, anyway." "Ok..." Jimmy said slowly. "Why? What's in that?" "I can't tell you. It's very important to Sydney. Or at least, it was..." Callie trailed off, remembering that Sydney had told her that Garrett had trashed the birth certificate he held, and that they were now friends. "Ok." Jimmy said. He was still curious, but he decided not to push it any further. They left the post office, got on their bikes, and made their way to the Rutledge mansion. Sydney wasn't home yet, so Callie left the envelope with Ralph, telling him that it was very important. Callie went back outside, and joined Jimmy who was waiting by their bikes. "She wasn't home?" he asked. Callie shook her head. "It doesn't matter." She got onto her bike. "What really matters is the stakeout. We have to be really quiet." she told him. "I can be quiet." he told her. And the he started his engine. It roared like it always did. Jimmy winced. "Maybe we'd better leave our bikes somewhere else and then just walk to the Tool N' Die." "Good idea." Jimmy agreed. They started both their engines, and left them at Jimmy's place, which was only two blocks away from the Tool N' Die. They made sure that no one was watching them and then by foot, they headed towards the Tool N' Die, knowing that Barek should still be there. : : : : : : : : Sydney stepped into the Rutledge mansion and sighed happily. She was on cloud 9. After Alex had left, Sydney had gotten a chance to talk to David. They had chatted like old friends, and before parting, Sydney remembered David telling her, "We'll have to get together sometime soon." Sydney was still giddy with excitement, she almost bumped into the hall table. She shook her head and checked the mail to see if there was anything for her. Bills, junk, more bills, and then she stopped short. There was a letter to her from Garrett! Sydney was happy that he had written back to her. She picked up the letter, and was about to head up to her room, when a larger envelope caught her eye. She picked it up. And then Sydney's eyes widened. This must be my birth certificate from Callie, Sydney thought to herself. She grabbed it, along with Garrett's letter and quickly headed up the stairs to her room where she could see it's content in private. Garrett's letter will just have to wait, Sydney thought to herself, putting his letter down on her dresser. I never did find out if I was Sydney Rutledge or Sandy Swan. If I ask Garrett now, it could probably ruin our friendship. I need to find this out for myself, she decided. She sat down on her window seat, but before she opened up the envelope, she looked out her window and looked at Glory's window. How I wish Garrett was still here. And then her gaze drifted down to No Man's Land. Sydney then snapped out of it and tensely began to open the envelope. She pulled out the piece of paper, which was her birth certificate. She looked at the name. Sydney Rutledge. And then the right foot print. No swan birth mark. Sydney was shocked. She didn't know for a moment whether she was happy or not. And then a small smile appeared on her lips. "I am Sydney Rutledge." she whispered. But then her smile faded. "But why did he lie to me?" Sydney got her answer when memories from summer came back to her like a slap in the face. She remembered how she disappointed him the day she had walked away, and then again how cruel she had been to him at Mila's slumber party. She barely blamed Garrett for what he did to her because of what she did to him. But she wasn't going to get mad at him. That was all in the past now. Now they were friends, and they were going to stay that way. She smiled again faintly. She went over to her dresser and picked up his letter. And then she plopped down on the bed and began to read his letter. She was happy that Garrett's response was a positive one, and that he joked a lot in his letter like his usual self. His letter was a sign of promise, a promise that they would remain friends from there on, and Sydney was glad. After reading his letter twice, Sydney went over to her desk. Instead of starting on her homework, she pulled out a pad and began to write her response to him. But after her greeting, she paused. She was glad that his letter had been a positive one, and she knew that where he was, he shouldn't even have to be, but she knew she couldn't write a positive letter to him even though she wanted to, by keeping the friendship between them sealed. The whole birth certificate thing was kind of bugging her. She put back her pad in her drawer, along with Garrett's letter and her real birth certificate. She would write him a letter tomorrow, when everything would be different. Right now she had some neglected homework to attend to. : : : : : : : : Coach Gromme took a deep breath and sighed happily. He stood in the shade of the big oak tree by the baseball field in the park. The grass was a brilliant shade of green, and the sun was shining. This was the perfect whether for baseball season. And soon, the playoffs would begin. Then he looked around at his surroundings. The playoffs could begin if he got his players to practice. They would practice if they would be there. No one was there. Coach Gromme looked at his wristwatch and frowned. It was 4:50. He remembered telling his team that practice started at 4:30 sharp. And usually, all of them were on time. Maybe he had gotten the wrong date. Coach Gromme shook his head and frowned. Nah, couldn't be. He remembered seeing Jimmy in Gym class the day before. He had reminded him, and told him to remind everyone else. Jimmy had agreed, but Coach Gromme had noticed he had looked a little spaced out when he was talking to the boy. He walked over to the dugout. There lay all the equipment he needed for practice. Now all he needed were the players. "Where are those guys?" he asked himself outloud. : : : : : : : : Cornelia Booth sat down on the chair opposite her doctor's as she waited nervously for the results. Never in her whole life had she imagined that this might have happened to her. She took deep breaths to calm herself. Take it easy, Cornelia, she told herself. It's not certain yet. Finally, after waiting for long and endless minutes, her doctor finally came back and took a seat in his chair. He had the results of her test in his hand, which he then placed on his desk. He looked very solemn. Finally, the suspense was eating her. Corneilia broke out, "So is it confirmed? Is it that bad?" He looked up at her, his face unhappy. "We tried everything we could, but your kidney just couldn't take it. You have kidney disease." Cornelia's face turned white. "You'll need a kidney transplant. And right now, we're all out of the ones you need. It'll be awhile before we find the right one. In the mean time, you will have to come back three times a week for dialysis." Cornelia let out a sad, disappointed sigh. "Ok. If that's what it takes. I'll do it." She tried forcing a smile. "I can get through all this." Her doctor smiled at her. "That's the spirit." She slowly stood up from her chair. "Well, thank you, doctor, for the news. Now I have to get home to tell my family." : : : : : : : : As quietly as they could, Callie and Jimmy hid behind walls as they made their way inside the Tool N' Die. They were careful not to brush loudly against the plants, for fear that Barek might hear them. Callie, who was shortly followed by Jimmy, entered through the back door, where luckily, Barek's back was facing. They hid themselves behind a couple of boxes, away from Barek's sight. They waited endlessly for him to make a move, say anything anything at all that might make confirm their suspicions about him. But their he sat, by the counter, working on some engine. The room was completely silent, except for the clanking of the screwdriver Barek was using while working on the engine. Finally, when Callie was about to give up, they heard a soft beeping noise. Barek looked around to see if anyone was watching and saw no one, so he took out what seemed to be a small black item that seemed to be a radio of some sort and said, "Browler here." Callie and Jimmy watch him curiously, as he presses a tiny black item, in his ear, which they assumed was how Barek could hear whoever he was talking to. They couldn't hear what the other party was saying, but they could hear Barek loud and clear. "So you've finally caught the two young scientists. Well, well, it looks like JT and Neil are in for a ride." Callie put her hand over her mouth to stifle her gasp when she heard Barek mention her two friends names. So he did know that they had been kidnapped. And maybe even where they were. Jimmy places a hand on his girlfriend's shoulder. They knew JT and Neil were in trouble. Deeper trouble then they had ever imagined. "No. We won't do that to them just yet." Barek said. "I will be there soon. We'll deal with them together. I'm on my way. Browler out." Barek turned off his radio and stood up from the table. He put the engine aside on another table. He started to head out the door, when he paused. Barek bent down, and rolled up the bottom of his left jean. He took out another small item. "They've got them." he said into it. Callie and Jimmy figured it was another radio. But why did he have two? "I'm on my way there right now." Barek put back the radio and unrolled his jean. He made his way outside the shop and closed the door. Callie heard him get onto his bike and left. Just to be safe, Callie and Jimmy counted to a hundred before getting out of their hiding spot. When it was safe, they stood up, their bones aching from being in the same position for a while, and they made their way to the counter and sat down. "Hmm. He forgot to lock up." Callie commented, looking at the door. "He must have been in a real big hurry." Jimmy turned to look at Callie with a dead serious look on his face. "Callie, I think we're in deeper than we thought. What do you think Barek is going to do to JT and Neil?" "I don't know." Callie said, shaking her head. "But whatever it is, we've got to stop them!" To be continued... 1999 LadySwan If you have and comments, suggestion, questions, ideas, or any kind of criticism at all, please email me, LadySwan, at ladyswan_1@hotmail.com ! Thanks!!! :
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