The young filly had enough, she grabbed a stool. And climbed to the haut, retour au début shelf of the closet and grabbed a white box, inside was an empty revolver, a box of bullets, and an opened letter. She read the letter aloud to her friends:
Dear Braeburn, It has come to me and my soilders attention. That toi must elimanate any distractions from your task, I have enclosed a map on the bottom of this box. Please meet me at the highlited area before dark tonight.
"What do we do? Your Uncle is working for a possible terroist, and he a dit to eliminate any distractions. WE`RE` distractions."...