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The thing with Nickel did not work that well and now his team does not want to speak to me. Which means I only have two people currently that I can use this against without people suspecting me. |
Golf Ball placed her pen in her notebook as a bookmark to track where she was writing.
She leaned against a standing whiteboard tapping the top of a dark erase marker against one of her cheeks.
She wrote down a vague explanation so that her subject wouldn't be too curious about her plan.
The door of the room that she was in opened. Tennis Ball entered with another person. “I got him,” he said.
“Thank you!” Golf Ball replied. She let out a sigh of relief.
“So what’s your idea with this?” Tennis Ball asked.
Golf Ball’s eyes widened. “That’s none of your concern!” She yelled.
The little guy in the room with them went up to one of the bookshelves in the room.
Both Golf Ball and Tennis Ball yelled “Don’t touch that!” (Tennis Ball added a hey at the beginning though)
Those words were not listened to, the smaller person immediately touched one of the items on the shelf.