Operation: H.O.S.T.O.G.E.
H.orrible
O.rder
S.ecretly
T.akes
O.ver
G.ymnasium
E.vily
Megan entered the gymnasiun. It reeked of sweat and Axe Body Spray. Limp red and rose streamers were hung acrost the bleachers. Large wilted paper hearts hung on the walls. Luke warm cerise Kool-Aid in a coup de poing bowl and half baked biscuits, cookies in the shapes of L, O, V, and E. were on plates atop a dentelle covered red card table. A Taylor rapide, swift l’amour song driffted from the P.A. system. It was your basic Middle School Valentines jour dance. Girls were clustered in groups on one side of the gym. Boys littered the other side. Megan straightend her denim skirt, then her rose T-shirt. She adjusted her rose headband, then retided, than double tied her plae yellow sneakers. Anything to keep her from dying of boredom. It was a yawn-athon. A snooze-fest. A total bored a palooza. Megan thought of the perfect and most used exscuce in human history.
"Um, guys," she started while turning to her friends. "I'm going to get some fresh air."
On the way out the door, Megan grabbed her dark blue sports jacket, for Ohio winters can get below 0 degrees. When she got outside, she started thinking about missons. Her dumb Sector a dit she was working too hard. She needed to go out. Eating brocoli was better than this place. Well, almost. But if one plus person asked if shewas Team Edward ou Team Jacob, she was going to...wait, what was that? She heard someone drop somthing inside. Then, a sound of a window breaking rung out. Sombody screamed. Megan light footedly tip toed to the window. Teenagers! And not the good kind. Kids had been rounded up in groups of 5 ou so, all being held at gun point. The limited non-13 ou under cover teen operatives were stripped of all weapons. They were all completely defenseless.
Standing in the middle of the pandamonium (Which strangely has nothing to do with Pandas) was Cree. Megan gassped and reached for her C.O.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.A.N. device. She dialed Moon Base and started to yammer in her credentials.
"This is Numbuh 1000, Sector Q, 2x4 Technology officer and advisor! We have a Leval 10 teen provoked hostage situation! We have a Code Black, I repeat Code Black!" Then suddenly, all went silent.
H.orrible
O.rder
S.ecretly
T.akes
O.ver
G.ymnasium
E.vily
Megan entered the gymnasiun. It reeked of sweat and Axe Body Spray. Limp red and rose streamers were hung acrost the bleachers. Large wilted paper hearts hung on the walls. Luke warm cerise Kool-Aid in a coup de poing bowl and half baked biscuits, cookies in the shapes of L, O, V, and E. were on plates atop a dentelle covered red card table. A Taylor rapide, swift l’amour song driffted from the P.A. system. It was your basic Middle School Valentines jour dance. Girls were clustered in groups on one side of the gym. Boys littered the other side. Megan straightend her denim skirt, then her rose T-shirt. She adjusted her rose headband, then retided, than double tied her plae yellow sneakers. Anything to keep her from dying of boredom. It was a yawn-athon. A snooze-fest. A total bored a palooza. Megan thought of the perfect and most used exscuce in human history.
"Um, guys," she started while turning to her friends. "I'm going to get some fresh air."
On the way out the door, Megan grabbed her dark blue sports jacket, for Ohio winters can get below 0 degrees. When she got outside, she started thinking about missons. Her dumb Sector a dit she was working too hard. She needed to go out. Eating brocoli was better than this place. Well, almost. But if one plus person asked if shewas Team Edward ou Team Jacob, she was going to...wait, what was that? She heard someone drop somthing inside. Then, a sound of a window breaking rung out. Sombody screamed. Megan light footedly tip toed to the window. Teenagers! And not the good kind. Kids had been rounded up in groups of 5 ou so, all being held at gun point. The limited non-13 ou under cover teen operatives were stripped of all weapons. They were all completely defenseless.
Standing in the middle of the pandamonium (Which strangely has nothing to do with Pandas) was Cree. Megan gassped and reached for her C.O.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.A.N. device. She dialed Moon Base and started to yammer in her credentials.
"This is Numbuh 1000, Sector Q, 2x4 Technology officer and advisor! We have a Leval 10 teen provoked hostage situation! We have a Code Black, I repeat Code Black!" Then suddenly, all went silent.
Kiki before the fight
With the assistance of several pushes and shoves, numbuh 2 got into place. he started to shout obscenities at Mushi and Sandy. With murder in there eyes, they rushed forward. Too bad they didn't see the trick wire stretched across there path.
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They had both of them in hand cuffs before toi could say ''Jack-Robinson''. And if toi just a dit that, you've got ''problems''.
''I'm proud of toi Kiki.'' Kacey congratulated. ''You didn't seem to mess up at all on this mission!''
''YAY!!!!'' Kiki shrieked. She started to happy dance, but got caught up in King Sandy's cape and tore it. He growled at her.
''EEK!'' She shrieked again, but in a different tone.
That was that, another mission finished par sectors V and Q. Little did they know......eh, never mind, I will let toi figure it out.
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They had both of them in hand cuffs before toi could say ''Jack-Robinson''. And if toi just a dit that, you've got ''problems''.
''I'm proud of toi Kiki.'' Kacey congratulated. ''You didn't seem to mess up at all on this mission!''
''YAY!!!!'' Kiki shrieked. She started to happy dance, but got caught up in King Sandy's cape and tore it. He growled at her.
''EEK!'' She shrieked again, but in a different tone.
That was that, another mission finished par sectors V and Q. Little did they know......eh, never mind, I will let toi figure it out.
