~Tate’s Point of View~
“What are we even looking for? Surely there aren’t drug packages in the school,” I whisper, as Megan and I move through the woods.
I hear her feet stop and I turn back to face her as she studies the map in her hand. Leaning in, I see at least four spots we’re supposed to hit.
“Looks that way though I think this one might be outside,” she whispers, pointing to a star. I shake my head, not liking this a bit. It literally seems as if everything we do is a damn set up. No wonder drug dealers just get caught all the time, they’re f’n morons.
*But who is going to bust us? The Shadows,* Colt snorts, stating the obvious. I suppose that’s true. I have to imagine that they’re still watching the school even though Trek says it's closed for the week.
*They pick some dumb
