Camp Terror: Meeting
Tom and Connor had gathered everyone inside Tom's caravan to warn them of the approaching threat. They were not that amused. "I was relaxing!" Erin had yelled. "What is so important that you had to drag me in here!"
"The terrorists coming towards us. You know, the ones who we can't kill in anyway," Tom sighed.
"We've got to hide everything that could make us appear as a threat," Connor continued. "Any weapon, any laptop, any phone. Everything. And one more thing: Stop everyone from running. If they run they die."
"Thank you Connor," Tom smirked as he slid his laptop underneath the seat, burying it deep under the bedding that was shoved in there. "Now go. You have five minutes."
"How do we stop this?" Cameron asked while everyone rushed out of the vehicle. "We can't use our powers, we can't be NCIS. What do we do Tom?"
"We improvise," Tom smirked as he knelt down and opened one of the cupboards. "We may be powerless, and we may be gunless: but we are not weaponless," he smiled at his young friend showing off the black-headed, brown-handled mallet.
"We use our surroundings," Cameron nodded, understanding what Tom wanted him to do. "I'll blend in and get as close as I can."
"Don't get caught," Tom warned.
"I won't," Cameron laughed as he faded into darkness leaving Tom alone with a mallet.
Outside he heard the instructions of the terrorists, ordering everyone into rows next to the road; and over the top of them he heard his team telling people not to run. Guess this is it, Tom thought to himself. This is why we train to fight without our powers.
"Anyone in here?" a man's voice called. Tom stayed silent. Then footsteps. Slowly the man moved towards the caravan. Intent on checking inside. "Come out now and I promise it won't hurt as much."
Tom quickly hid the mallet with the handle down his trousers and the head tucked underneath his Halo shirt. How far can we fall before we succeed? Tom thought to himself before standing and walking out of the door with his hands in the air. All while trying to keep his watch from beeping.
"Hurry up!" the man snapped and grabbed Tom's shirt and threw him towards the door.
Suddenly everyone went silent. One single gunshot echoed from Connor's tent. Hide. Tom thought to himself as he was rushed forwards towards the crowd of people. Hide Connor.
"The terrorists coming towards us. You know, the ones who we can't kill in anyway," Tom sighed.
"We've got to hide everything that could make us appear as a threat," Connor continued. "Any weapon, any laptop, any phone. Everything. And one more thing: Stop everyone from running. If they run they die."
"Thank you Connor," Tom smirked as he slid his laptop underneath the seat, burying it deep under the bedding that was shoved in there. "Now go. You have five minutes."
"How do we stop this?" Cameron asked while everyone rushed out of the vehicle. "We can't use our powers, we can't be NCIS. What do we do Tom?"
"We improvise," Tom smirked as he knelt down and opened one of the cupboards. "We may be powerless, and we may be gunless: but we are not weaponless," he smiled at his young friend showing off the black-headed, brown-handled mallet.
"We use our surroundings," Cameron nodded, understanding what Tom wanted him to do. "I'll blend in and get as close as I can."
"Don't get caught," Tom warned.
"I won't," Cameron laughed as he faded into darkness leaving Tom alone with a mallet.
Outside he heard the instructions of the terrorists, ordering everyone into rows next to the road; and over the top of them he heard his team telling people not to run. Guess this is it, Tom thought to himself. This is why we train to fight without our powers.
"Anyone in here?" a man's voice called. Tom stayed silent. Then footsteps. Slowly the man moved towards the caravan. Intent on checking inside. "Come out now and I promise it won't hurt as much."
Tom quickly hid the mallet with the handle down his trousers and the head tucked underneath his Halo shirt. How far can we fall before we succeed? Tom thought to himself before standing and walking out of the door with his hands in the air. All while trying to keep his watch from beeping.
"Hurry up!" the man snapped and grabbed Tom's shirt and threw him towards the door.
Suddenly everyone went silent. One single gunshot echoed from Connor's tent. Hide. Tom thought to himself as he was rushed forwards towards the crowd of people. Hide Connor.
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