Mira and P.B. made it to their Uncle Column's hidden sub's dock. "Do آپ want to take the stairs یا the elevator?" P.B. asked. Mira wiped away the sweat and put down the pack. "The elevator. Do آپ remember the unlocking numbers?"
P.B. scratched her head and then went forward. "Let me see. January 31. So, it should be 131." Pushing the buttons, she smiled as the doors opened. The air conditioner turned on as the doors closed. Mira sighed and sat on the bag filled with clothes and the few food reserves that had been at the cabin.
P.B. sank to her but into the corner allowing the soft hum of the elevator to put her to sleep.
Rory heard the elevator climb down from the سب, سب سے اوپر and wondered who it was. Could it be Martin and Clara? No. Those 3 kids of theirs would make a racket and with Clara so pregnant Martin wouldn't dare. Uncle Malcolmn maybe, but with what they'd caught on the radio he'd have to get far too much permission for his ego. Mom had made quite the impression on Voro. Unfortunately, too much. As now he proclaimed that it was her, he had intended to marry not P.B. He'd even put a bounty on the 3 of their heads to make them مزید the target instead of him. How the hell was this going to turn out in the wash? Rory snorted and went to greet the company as the گھنٹی, بیل dinged in the hallway.
Malcolmn swore a blue streak as the tower kept pussy footing with the needed permission to land. " If آپ don't let me land right now! I'll ram this baby down your damn throats!" There was a large moment of silence. Some squabbling in the background and then a huffed voice came on. "You may land but آپ can't land here. We're trying to catch kidnappers. Plus, your plane is far too big. We just don't have the room to accommodate your craft. The landing strip is 20 miles towards... " Malcolmn turned off the radio and cut back, he knew exactly where. It had been near 15 years since he and his twin brother had found the cave where Column made his sub's dock. He could feel his wife staring at him as he made the corrections. Margret looked at her husband, who snickered. "Mom sweet mom always gets into trouble. God help me I love her." Their 3 girls giggled when he glanced back he saw them pouring over the internet. "What are آپ looking at?"
Marsha gave her father a raised eyebrow. "As if آپ wouldn't know." Their father laughed and went back to piloting his newest beauty. The one mom was going to kill him over when she seen the nose art. Marsha 'Mustang', Sarah 'Spitfire', and the youngest of the triplets was named
Harriet 'Hudson'. Marsha cut in on the Japanese Zero for sale with their bank statements. "Well maybe we could talk the museum down. I mean it will have to be crated and sent ہوم before we get home. " Harriet shook her head.
"Not with the kind of terrible budget they have. They need every last coin." Sarah blew a bubble with her bubble
wand, she watched the bubble as Harriet opened the door into the rest of the plane's cargo bay. Dad liked to keep most of the babies original except for the ones he would keep himself. Those would be modified to accommodate posh living quarters, parachutes and survival packs. While the rest could still take on a tank and some soldiers if need be. The bubble bounced around before popping on the insulated wall. "Well that one made it pretty far this time." Marsha کہا while their mother came out of the bathroom toweling off her face. Mom loved dad enough to hold most of the stomach problems down this was only the 3rd time.
Harriet offered her the virtual game glasses, not googles.
"You sure آپ don't want them?" Harriet nodded her head.
"Yeah, I have to finish my homework anyways otherwise I'll get an A-." Marsha and Sarah groaned rolling their eyes. Harriet wanted to be valedictorian of their high school so badly she did extra assignments to make sure she was سب, سب سے اوپر of her class. "You both could take a lesson from her." Dad yelled back. "We do, Harri does our homework too. Just like Uncle Column did yours." Sarah retorted. Their mom chuckled and shook her finger at Sarah while grabbing the virtual glasses from Harriet's upraised hand. "She won't need them we're only 15 miles from the landing so just sit یا lay down and buckle up."
Renji looked at the mark on his forehead in the pond's water in the Rukia's garden. "Can it get darker to match the tattoos?" As if it heard the mark darkened and widened to blend in with the other tat's on his face. Renji's eyes widened. "Whoa now that's awesome. What else can آپ do?" As he watched the eyes in the dragon's head started to glow. "Renji!" Rukia's voice made him lose his balance and fall face first into the pond. Rukia pulled him back while he gasped and spit out a mouthful of fishy water-fish included. Putting her foot squarely on his chest she pushed him flat on his back. Her face frowning her arms crossed. She wanted answers. "Don't lie to me Renji that was Ichigo wasn't it! After everything that was him!" Renji sat up so swiftly Rukia found herself up to her waist in her own pond.
Where a little مالٹا, نارنگی مچھلی swam up to her. Unlike the others this one seemed unafraid of the disturbance. It even seemed to be overjoyed at her appearance. Jumping and circling even cozying up to her. Putting her hand down it swam into her palm. "Renji? Where did this مچھلی come from? It wasn't here last month...Wait it looks familiar. No how could it be?" Renji sat on the ponds concrete surround
"Yeah about that, it's complicated and not only my secret to keep." Rukia paled and almost squeezed the مچھلی in her palm. "H..He's a Smith isn't he." Renji scratched the back of his neck. "Well there's مزید than just him. " Rukia blinked. Renji uncovered the mark. "Me too. Abel کہا he handed out at least two others. We aren't sure just who but we need آپ to keep quiet. Until we aren't under a capture order. Plus we're so new we don't know half of what we need to, I even went to the لائبریری and couldn't find anything on the Smiths. Like they never even existed."
Rukia frowned. "But where did he get his weapon? And how did he do this?" She raised her hand where the مچھلی refused to leave. Renji seriously frowned. "I can't. آپ have to promise to keep our secret and آپ haven't. Even telling آپ what I did without your promise was stupid of me."
Rukia let the مچھلی go before hitting Renji squarely in the nose. Knocking him off the surround and onto his back.
"Guess I deserved that." Renji کہا pinching his nose while offering his hand to Rukia who waved it off. "Tell me now."
Rolling his eyes he gingerly sat on the surround again keeping his distance from Rukia.
Jamie stretched as they moved through the shadows wondering just how long the loggers would miss out on all the radio and tv descriptions of the so-called kidnappers and supposed victim. Added that the bounty wouldn't hurt.
Keisuki's wasn't that far but far enough when your being hunted. P.B and Mira had been told to stay at Columns and send Rory and Flack. "Are آپ sure we're going the right way?" Lips whispered to her as they made another crossing. Jamie snorted. She may have been away from the starting point but she wasn't dead.
Mira and P.B. had jumped out of the car 1/2 to the pick up place. Causing Flack to swear and twist the car around. "Damn it! آپ two get back here یا mom will kill me!" The two just laughed and ran into the darkness.
The High King walked towards the Smith's Book. It rolled down the page and then turned. He stopped and caught himself angry, amused and excited. But to keep things quiet he needed them dead. He sighed. "Come down the both of you. I need your special talents. " Two shadows slipped down to his side. "We are here to serve you, my lord." The High King smirked. "Send out the dogs to take out the fire. Do not come back until the work is done and bring back the body. Their head will look well in my trophy case." The two bowed and vanished from the room.
Assassin Magi's always got their target no matter how long it took. Xant snorted as he went down the to his cages to get his toys. Xend shook his head. "If it is an actual Smith your toys won't last long." Xant laughed. "You know as well as I there are none that powerful left. Must be some convention making those pages turn. My beauties will have no trouble making those meager powers a tightly packed meal....mmm maybe one of them could be turned.
A Zombie Smith, now that would be of interest.
P.B. scratched her head and then went forward. "Let me see. January 31. So, it should be 131." Pushing the buttons, she smiled as the doors opened. The air conditioner turned on as the doors closed. Mira sighed and sat on the bag filled with clothes and the few food reserves that had been at the cabin.
P.B. sank to her but into the corner allowing the soft hum of the elevator to put her to sleep.
Rory heard the elevator climb down from the سب, سب سے اوپر and wondered who it was. Could it be Martin and Clara? No. Those 3 kids of theirs would make a racket and with Clara so pregnant Martin wouldn't dare. Uncle Malcolmn maybe, but with what they'd caught on the radio he'd have to get far too much permission for his ego. Mom had made quite the impression on Voro. Unfortunately, too much. As now he proclaimed that it was her, he had intended to marry not P.B. He'd even put a bounty on the 3 of their heads to make them مزید the target instead of him. How the hell was this going to turn out in the wash? Rory snorted and went to greet the company as the گھنٹی, بیل dinged in the hallway.
Malcolmn swore a blue streak as the tower kept pussy footing with the needed permission to land. " If آپ don't let me land right now! I'll ram this baby down your damn throats!" There was a large moment of silence. Some squabbling in the background and then a huffed voice came on. "You may land but آپ can't land here. We're trying to catch kidnappers. Plus, your plane is far too big. We just don't have the room to accommodate your craft. The landing strip is 20 miles towards... " Malcolmn turned off the radio and cut back, he knew exactly where. It had been near 15 years since he and his twin brother had found the cave where Column made his sub's dock. He could feel his wife staring at him as he made the corrections. Margret looked at her husband, who snickered. "Mom sweet mom always gets into trouble. God help me I love her." Their 3 girls giggled when he glanced back he saw them pouring over the internet. "What are آپ looking at?"
Marsha gave her father a raised eyebrow. "As if آپ wouldn't know." Their father laughed and went back to piloting his newest beauty. The one mom was going to kill him over when she seen the nose art. Marsha 'Mustang', Sarah 'Spitfire', and the youngest of the triplets was named
Harriet 'Hudson'. Marsha cut in on the Japanese Zero for sale with their bank statements. "Well maybe we could talk the museum down. I mean it will have to be crated and sent ہوم before we get home. " Harriet shook her head.
"Not with the kind of terrible budget they have. They need every last coin." Sarah blew a bubble with her bubble
wand, she watched the bubble as Harriet opened the door into the rest of the plane's cargo bay. Dad liked to keep most of the babies original except for the ones he would keep himself. Those would be modified to accommodate posh living quarters, parachutes and survival packs. While the rest could still take on a tank and some soldiers if need be. The bubble bounced around before popping on the insulated wall. "Well that one made it pretty far this time." Marsha کہا while their mother came out of the bathroom toweling off her face. Mom loved dad enough to hold most of the stomach problems down this was only the 3rd time.
Harriet offered her the virtual game glasses, not googles.
"You sure آپ don't want them?" Harriet nodded her head.
"Yeah, I have to finish my homework anyways otherwise I'll get an A-." Marsha and Sarah groaned rolling their eyes. Harriet wanted to be valedictorian of their high school so badly she did extra assignments to make sure she was سب, سب سے اوپر of her class. "You both could take a lesson from her." Dad yelled back. "We do, Harri does our homework too. Just like Uncle Column did yours." Sarah retorted. Their mom chuckled and shook her finger at Sarah while grabbing the virtual glasses from Harriet's upraised hand. "She won't need them we're only 15 miles from the landing so just sit یا lay down and buckle up."
Renji looked at the mark on his forehead in the pond's water in the Rukia's garden. "Can it get darker to match the tattoos?" As if it heard the mark darkened and widened to blend in with the other tat's on his face. Renji's eyes widened. "Whoa now that's awesome. What else can آپ do?" As he watched the eyes in the dragon's head started to glow. "Renji!" Rukia's voice made him lose his balance and fall face first into the pond. Rukia pulled him back while he gasped and spit out a mouthful of fishy water-fish included. Putting her foot squarely on his chest she pushed him flat on his back. Her face frowning her arms crossed. She wanted answers. "Don't lie to me Renji that was Ichigo wasn't it! After everything that was him!" Renji sat up so swiftly Rukia found herself up to her waist in her own pond.
Where a little مالٹا, نارنگی مچھلی swam up to her. Unlike the others this one seemed unafraid of the disturbance. It even seemed to be overjoyed at her appearance. Jumping and circling even cozying up to her. Putting her hand down it swam into her palm. "Renji? Where did this مچھلی come from? It wasn't here last month...Wait it looks familiar. No how could it be?" Renji sat on the ponds concrete surround
"Yeah about that, it's complicated and not only my secret to keep." Rukia paled and almost squeezed the مچھلی in her palm. "H..He's a Smith isn't he." Renji scratched the back of his neck. "Well there's مزید than just him. " Rukia blinked. Renji uncovered the mark. "Me too. Abel کہا he handed out at least two others. We aren't sure just who but we need آپ to keep quiet. Until we aren't under a capture order. Plus we're so new we don't know half of what we need to, I even went to the لائبریری and couldn't find anything on the Smiths. Like they never even existed."
Rukia frowned. "But where did he get his weapon? And how did he do this?" She raised her hand where the مچھلی refused to leave. Renji seriously frowned. "I can't. آپ have to promise to keep our secret and آپ haven't. Even telling آپ what I did without your promise was stupid of me."
Rukia let the مچھلی go before hitting Renji squarely in the nose. Knocking him off the surround and onto his back.
"Guess I deserved that." Renji کہا pinching his nose while offering his hand to Rukia who waved it off. "Tell me now."
Rolling his eyes he gingerly sat on the surround again keeping his distance from Rukia.
Jamie stretched as they moved through the shadows wondering just how long the loggers would miss out on all the radio and tv descriptions of the so-called kidnappers and supposed victim. Added that the bounty wouldn't hurt.
Keisuki's wasn't that far but far enough when your being hunted. P.B and Mira had been told to stay at Columns and send Rory and Flack. "Are آپ sure we're going the right way?" Lips whispered to her as they made another crossing. Jamie snorted. She may have been away from the starting point but she wasn't dead.
Mira and P.B. had jumped out of the car 1/2 to the pick up place. Causing Flack to swear and twist the car around. "Damn it! آپ two get back here یا mom will kill me!" The two just laughed and ran into the darkness.
The High King walked towards the Smith's Book. It rolled down the page and then turned. He stopped and caught himself angry, amused and excited. But to keep things quiet he needed them dead. He sighed. "Come down the both of you. I need your special talents. " Two shadows slipped down to his side. "We are here to serve you, my lord." The High King smirked. "Send out the dogs to take out the fire. Do not come back until the work is done and bring back the body. Their head will look well in my trophy case." The two bowed and vanished from the room.
Assassin Magi's always got their target no matter how long it took. Xant snorted as he went down the to his cages to get his toys. Xend shook his head. "If it is an actual Smith your toys won't last long." Xant laughed. "You know as well as I there are none that powerful left. Must be some convention making those pages turn. My beauties will have no trouble making those meager powers a tightly packed meal....mmm maybe one of them could be turned.
A Zombie Smith, now that would be of interest.
