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Out of the Frying Pan and Into The Fire!!! – Page 1

The time came for our escape, right after the volleyball game. The five girls and I went back to the complex and freed Noah. We all went into the dining room, where Jenn fished out the shirt and jean “halves” and the girls quickly started putting them on. “You know, I think I like them better without the jeans.” Noah commented.

“Can it Noah! Remember, you almost didn’t leave with us today.”

“All right, all right. I get the picture.” All dressed, I led the group out of the dining room, down the hall, and out of the building. Outside, I saw no one coming. We all ran toward the fence and leaped over it. Once over, we tried to get bearings on the way to go to get to the main building. After we had got our bearings, we made camp a mile away from the building. “What are we stopping for?” Noah asked.

“Obviously, by now, the girls back at the complex have noticed that we are gone, and are going to try to find us.”

“Obviously.”

“So, I think we should split up into groups of two, all going separate correct ways, to the main building. We’ll meet there.”

“I understand.”

“Good. Jenn and I will go off East. Noah, you and Stacey will go straight ahead. The rest of you will head west. Go out about a hundred yards, and then head for the building. Hopefully, we’ll be there by nightfall. If not, camp out and we’ll see you there.” We all bade each other good luck and continued on our way.

Jenn and I headed east, and then turned ninety degrees to head toward the building. We were well on our way when Jenn asked, “So, who is this Tracy person?”

“Tracy is my girlfriend. She was kidnapped last Wednesday, and I’ve come to find her.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah she, and a bunch of other secretaries for a Building and Loan in Nanopolis, Oregon, was kidnapped, and I was hired to protect her. Only I couldn’t. You see, I’m a detective.”

“Oh.”

“Is that all you say, ‘oh’?”

“No.”

“Good. Jenn, may I ask where you work?”

“I work here.”

“Huh?”

“I was on Skid Row for the longest time. Then, one day, this man came to me and a bunch of my friends. He offered a life, friends, and a job. How could we refuse? So, we came here and started working. How were we to know that we would be humiliated, and forced to do menial tasks? I never thought I would be hurting anyone.”

“So, you have no idea who’s behind this, or what it’s all about?”

“Not a clue.” She responded.