Justin took this in. She was right. That would be uncomfortable. "What were you doing when Karver found you?"

Weydon looked up at him in surprise. Turning her eyes to the floor, her fingers fiddled nervously. She hated when people asked her questions -- especially about things they knew nothing about.
Weydon let out a sigh. If only everyone knew. She wished she could look Justin right in the eyes and tell him absolutely everything. Then things could be made right... or they could go terribly wrong. It wasn't worth the risk. At least, it wasn't now. Maybe someday...
He was waiting for an answer. She had to tell him something. "Well... I guess I don't really know what you mean by 'found me'...."

Frank wanted to yell at Alec for saying his title in a singsong voice. Singing would give them away. He wanted that treacherous son of his brought to him dead or alive. Preferrably dead so that he would not have to torture him to death himself. However the case, this needed to be discreet or else they could all land in jail. He barked into the phone. "You have thirty seconds tops!"
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Stacey looked at the clock. "Let's go."
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Micah licked his lips. He figured he could use some of the stolen money to buy...but he was running out of that too. He typed back: Sure. When's the first game?
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Justin ran a hand through his thick hair. "I mean, how did she kidnap you?"

Justin ran a hand through his thick hair. "I mean, how did she kidnap you?"

Weydon stood up quickly, her eyes filled with rage. "What?! Is that why she's in jail?! No one told me!" She stared at him for a few seconds. "No one tells me ANYTHING!!!!!"
She ran out of the room, unable to see through her blinding tears. She couldn't stop running. Everything had gone wrong.
Suddenly she bumped into Maralyn.

Micah licked his lips. He figured he could use some of the stolen money to buy...but he was running out of that too. He typed back: Sure. When's the first game?

"Week after next, Friday night!" Grace typed excitedly. "It starts at 6! Look for me down with the cheerleaders! I'll meet you after the game!"

Nate grinned and replied "I don't know but it will be a truck, so how has everything been back here at home" he said, eager for some news of town. As he said this their drinks arrived, he picked up his Dr. Pepper and began sipping it.

Nate sat in the boat, guns roared around them, they were exactly three hundred yards from the sands of the beach, the beach that at the end of the day would be covered in blood, blood of the soldiers around him, a perhaps blood of his own.

Nate ducked behind a tank blockade, machine gun scattered off of the blockade inches from him. He looked up to see the man who was standing next to him fly back into the water…

Nate snapped back to the present as Peter began telling him what had happened in town recently.

"Thirty seconds," Alec repeated. "I can do it in less: He's. In. Ditto."

Alec stood up from the hotel room's swivel chair. "Relax a little, Boss. I'm in my room." He ripped open a bag of Sun chips. "Oh, and on an unrelated note, where are you anyway?"

He put the cell phone on speaker and began to munch. "Do you feel like sending backups?"

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Ally shrugged. "Lead the way, then. You know where he lives?"

Peter was in the middle of telling Nate about some strange new kid in school, who seemed very antisocial, when his friend's mind seemed elsewhere. "Nate...are you all right?"
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Stacey grinned, "Looked in the phone book online while you were talking to that ugly guy out there." She sauntered out the door, with Ally following behind her.
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Frank hated being told to calm down. "Yeah, I'll send back ups." He turned from his phone and yelled out to his minions, "Micah is in Ditto Town. Show no mercy. Go along with Alec and make sure the kid does his job." He went back onto the phone. "I sent back up. You better not let me down. I want him tortured, preferribly dead so that I don't have to kill him myself. Do the job if you want to live."
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Micah responded to Grace. 2 weeks? sounds perfect. Can't wait! He could feel some relief. For once in his life, he could actually enjoy his childhood.

"Oh!" Maralyn exclaimed as she felt someone bump into her. The phone slipped from her poised hand and down to the receiver. She turned and looked to see Weydon crying. "Weydon! Why are you crying sweety!?" she asked gently trying to bend down to be at the girls level.

*****

Cassandra watch the houses and street signs zoom past. They were going awfully fast across Ditto Town, trying to reach her babysitters on time. It was always a rush, and her Mother never seemed to realize how dangerous it was. Stop light, then stop sign. Finally they pulled up in front of a pleasant white house.....

Cassandra was standing at the door, her Mother holding her hand with an iron grip. Her lip began to quiver and she looked up at her Mommy, wondering if she saw her big watery brown eyes. "Mommy....." she whimpered tugging.

"What is it!? Can't you be patient for a minute or two!?" Her Mother snapped. She persistently pushed the door bell

"Mommy.....my hand" she said trying to remove it painfully.

"Stop squirming!" Her Mother protested as her daughter managed to work her hand free from her grip. Anger flared in her eyes. Her already fiery mood shot up because of this simple thing. "Cassy!!" she scolded harshly and she found her hand raising up, and coming down before she could stop it.

The red mark on her little girls cheek was almost unmistakably a slap and Cassandra began to cry. Her Mother punched the door bell once more then rushed down the cement steps and slid into the car.

Cassandra found herself standing alone on the doorstep. She turned as the door opened.

Brian shrugged "Don't know....maybe spaghetti" he said taking his drink as they were delivered. Peter began to talk to Nate again, this time about what had happened in Ditto Town since his absence. Brian noticed Nate's eyes staring into the space...as though he was thinking of something that took his full attention. Then the young man shook himself back to reality. But Brian began to think. He had heard of men getting back from war and forever being tramatized by the terrible things he had seen. Brian then averted his gaze down to his soda. I wonder if things will be the same between Peter and Nate. Peter hasn't changed but after war, I'm sure Nate changed.

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Caleb drove up in his sports car and parked on the curb. He hopped out nimbly pulling his six-foot frame from the car "Tim! Hey!" he called as he approached "Melisah ran away? Why!? Need me to help find her?"

"Excuse me, but I got my wallet back, didn't I?" returned Ally, giggling and pushing Stacey to go faster.

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Alec fought back a smirk as Frank didn't bother to cover the mouthpiece. His leader rattled off his instructions once again, and Alec's stomach clenched a little. "Um...um, right. Absolutely. Do the job."

The job. The whole reason he came here wasn't to warn Micah, or hide Micah, or smear the boy's reputation so that he couldn't go running to the police. It was to shut him up in a rather permanent manner.

Oh, Frank had assured him before that it was just like any other kind of heist, that this was just stealing life, just one moment it's there and the next it's gone. Simple. Easy. Done.

And incredibly scary.

"Oh!" Maralyn exclaimed as she felt someone bump into her. The phone slipped from her poised hand and down to the receiver. She turned and looked to see Weydon crying. "Weydon! Why are you crying sweety!?" she asked gently trying to bend down to be at the girls level.

Weydon looked up at Maralyn. There was something so kind, something so unintimidating about her eyes.
Weydon had been keeping to herself so long... she had wished so painfully to open up to someone -- to tell them everything. But she had never met anyone, besides Karver, who she felt she could trust. But maybe she could trust Maralyn...
She opened her mouth to speak-
When the doorbell rang...

~Riella

Nate looked at Peter "Oh, yeah, I'm good" he said as the waitress walked up again and asked them for their orders, Nathaniel replied "I'll have the Hamburger and Fries" he replied.

Nate took aim, pulled the trigure back and fired, instantly a machine gun which had been butchering his fellow soldiers went silent. Nate charged forward and leaned against the bunker in which the machine gun was situated, Dave and Skylar joined him.

"Get in there men!" Uncle Dave yelled at them.

Nate shook himself and looked back at the others.

Micah responded to Grace. 2 weeks? sounds perfect. Can't wait! He could feel some relief. For once in his life, he could actually enjoy his childhood.

"Awesome!" Grace wrote back. "I can't wait either! It'll be soooo fun!"

"Sydney prefers acoustic guitars. What do you recommend when it comes to them?" Bridget asked, glancing at the brochure and then at Johnny.

Stacey giggled, rushing out onto the side walk, with Ally. She held out the paper she got his address on. His address is right here. He's the first guy I've met that actually wanted my attention!"
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Peter ordered his food, then turned back to his friends. He wondered why Nate seemed so distant and wondered if Brian noticed it too. "Well, I'm glad you're back."

Nate smacked himself in the side of the head "So am I" he said smiling "So how has things been for you, Pete" he asked his old freind, knowing the rollercoaster life that his ordinary freind rode was not very ordinary.