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Back in Black - Chapter 17 by scarecrow98, literature

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Back in Black - Chapter 17

“You have to be kidding me.” Dubstep turned to look at Meadowlark. “I thought you said you had a helicopter.” “I do,” Meadowlark said defensively. Like Dubstep, she was out of her civilian clothes and in her fighting attire once again. “It’s a little worse for wear, maybe, but it runs just fine. Well, usually…” “Sure, until it falls out of the sky.” Dubstep kicked the side of the old, rusted military copter. “And I don’t think I want to be in it when it does.” “You’ve made your point, Dubstep.” Patriette gave the helicopter a skeptical glance herself, but patted Dubstep reassuringly on the shoulder. “We work with what we have.” “Okay…” Dubstep made a face, but climbed into the cockpit. “I just wish we had a real helicopter.” “Gun is charged.” Nightkiss walked up to where Meadowlark and Patriette stood. “Any word from Night Raven?” “Not yet. But she probably can’t get any communications out without compromising her position,” Patriette said. “Yeah, that or she’s already been

Nosy Dolls: Trick or Sleep - Part 1 by scarecrow98, literature

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Nosy Dolls: Trick or Sleep - Part 1

“Alright girls, this is it.” Samantha Gray grinned, pulling out a flashlight and clicking on the beam. “Showtime.” “Ah, okay…” Marsha Maynard adjusted the large white glasses on her face, peering through the darkness at the shadowy shape of the looming mansion before them. “But…I mean, do we really have to do this at night? Wouldn’t it be way easier to do it during the day?” “The lights have only been seen in the old Jackson place at night,” Tracie McNeil said, slapping Marsha on her shoulder. “It’s the perfect time for an investigation, Marsha.” “Yeah, but…” Marsha swallowed, looking up and down the street they stood on nervously. “I mean, do we really have to do this on Halloween?” “Oh come on, Marsh,” Sam said with a laugh. “What are you afraid of? Ghosts?” “Uh, no…” Marsha twisted her hands nervously around the flashlight she held. “Nothing to be afraid of,” Tracie said confidently, crossing her arms. “If it is a ghost then we’ll clobber it.” “You can’t clobber a ghost