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We watched as Mrs. Miller walked to the front desk and asked for Greyson. The woman shook her head. Mrs. Miller smiled politely and took a seat in the lobby anyway.
Step one. Complete.
“Let’s get this plan in motion,” Remy said, surveying his SWAT team, which included Frankie, Muffin, Mya, and me. “Remember, stick to the plan!”
“I got this,” Muffin stated. “Just remember my Disneyland ticket you promised.”
“You’ll have it tomorrow.”
Muffin dashed inside. Her job was simple. Destroy and cause havoc.
“Frankie and Mya, you’re up.”
“I’m so nervous,” Frankie giggled as they slipped through the doors.
Remy and I watched as they stepped to the front desk. Frankie bellowed in a loud, furious voice, demanding that the hotel refund his money. Mya played along, though not nearly as loudly
