Curiosity for a fancy house in Kensington doesn't keep Geordie's mind active for long he's got too much get up and go. The three of us are sat on my bed having a lovely time looking through my Salvador Dali book when bang Geordie's striding over to us. Drops himself into the chair which he refrains from spinning. Rests his chin on his fist, with an elbow on his knee, watching us with a less intimidating version of his glare. "I wanna know your threes’ plans.”
Charlie meets his glare. “Four. You’re part of the team."
“I’m the one Thunders wanna catch. I’ve no right sticking round ya. Charlie your face will be scarred for life because of me. All those trainees died because I was at Cloud High. We're no longer a team.”
“I got this scar for speaking out of line. Everyone died because Midni
