artisticrainey Messages: 1228 Registered: July 2012 Location: Northern Ireland
Karma:
Field Commander Switzerland
Friday, April 13, 2068, 5:45 p.m., Tracy Island.
"Where are they?" Gordon muttered under his breath. He had come back to his room to escape the wrath of his little brothers, who he was sure were still looking for him, and John and his older brothers, who were still probably angry at him, for his mis-aimed prank. Now he was looking for his personal music player... or at least the batteries for it. So far everything he owned was missing their power cells.
"What's going on?" he growled. He kept looking, throwing things aside as he searched. He threw his pillow on the floor and a note flew up into the air as he tossed it.
He grabbed the note and read. It was in Alex's neat handwriting.
"Your batteries are being held for ransom. Fix the scores and they will be returned to you."
Gordon shook his head. "How did those little twerps get in here?" He sighed and shook his head. "I'd better get to it... before Dad hears about everything."
He left his room, and headed down to the game room, not hearing the giggle of two little boys or the triumphant high fives they gave each other.
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