The next school day came and went, and the suspected students and teachers gave no signs of being Goners, or fallen heroes.
Hopefully tonight I would be able to contact my manager, Rachel Davis, and give her an update on my progress.
Last night was risky, too risky. If any of my intruders had discovered anything, I’d have to disappear again. . .
Not when I’m this close I thought, leaving the school grounds.
I made my way down the cracked sidewalk to my apartment, or, what was left of it after last night’s intrusion. I stepped over the shattered remains of my front door and sighed irritably. With doors of any kind came protection from nosy hobos and privacy from the rest of the third floor inhabitants. Thankfully, my true valuables were hidden safely.
Suddenly, I heard a ruckus in the apartment below mine, the slightly nicer apartments for what few middle class remained in Sunstreak City.
“It is called awesomeness, my dear Kallous,” said a male voice in the room below, “something you sincerely lack.”
I arched an eyebrow, wondering what could be taking place. I crouched down, pressing my ear to the floor to hear more. Then, the wicked old building produced the loudest groaning creak known to man. The inhabitants of the room below went silent. I stood up quickly and ran for the doorway, but not before bullets came whizzing through the cardboard-thin floors.
I chided myself for running, but it was too late now. . .
I heard the struggle progressing below the floor, however, I couldn’t clearly tell if any of the men had left the apartment to hunt down their eavesdropper or not.
I threw an old shall on over my already old clothes and placed a floppy old hat on my head. I sat down in ghetto-like hallway of the third floor, my back to the wall. Most of the hobos did nothing but sit all day, it was the perfect disguise.
I sank farther into my large shall as I heard heavy footsteps approaching.
Just wait, K, wait for the passing. . .