Hello, My Name Is: Death
(ATTENTION: THE FOLLOWING PART OF THIS CHAPTER IS IN HAUS'S POINT OF VIEW, THANKS, AND toi MAY NOW CONTINUE READING)
I picked up the phone, dialed a number, pressed CALL and waited for an answer.
And I got one.
"Hello?" A voice on the other line picked up and said.
"Hello, Kyle, this is Haus."
"Hey, Haus. What brings toi calling us all the way here?"
"My men are dead." I responded.
"I've heard." Kyle answered. "I send my reguards."
"Thank you. Anyways, there is a Final Fight coming up soon. I need men. Do toi think toi and your men are up for it?"
"I think my Death Clan can handle a little butt kickin'. When do toi need us?"
"As soon as toi can get here for training."
"We'll be there suivant week. Bye."
"Bye." I hung up, and laughed to myself. "They will never see this one coming!"
(ATTENTION: ALRIGHT, THIS PART GOES BACK TO CYD'S POINT OF VIEW. THANKS, ENJOY, AND toi MAY NOW CONTINUE READING)
So, we are settled. We will spy on Haus, not me, but someone else...maybe, figure out his men count, rapporter back, surprise attack, then kill and win! It's as simple as that. Who's gonna' be the spy though?
"Jerek?" I asked, raising my hand.
"Who is the spy?"
"Good question. The spies are you, Tabra and I." Jerek answered, all eyes and ears on us.
"Oh, okay. Wait...what!?"