The Ire of Maggie Walsh.
The search for hostile seventeen had been a bust.
Well, not a complete bust, because at least we now knew that he couldn't hurt a single living being, but I never failed and it was now a case where I could no longer say that.
I stood at the head of the pack, as Professor Walsh easily was earning her reputation as the evil bitch monster of death.
It was mainly Forrest's fault, and as she thundered on about why it was so important that we capture him, going on and on about how national security was literally at stake and certainly the entire future of our operation, stuff that we all knew, but in military parlance, were being reminded of again, and listened with wide eyes, I found myself staring at Forrest, because we would have had him if he could actually count to three and had not blown it for myself and Graham.
He looked back a me, as if to tell me not to look at him, but my gaze at him was icy.
It wasn't only him, though.
We may have had another shot at him, if I had been able to stay on his tail, but then Buffy had to come along, and then be so stubborn. That girl had something peculiar going on, but I couldn't put my finger on it and if it kept up, then she was going to become a pretty meal for a vampire.
Then there was that whole deal with that guy showing up and it was obvious that she was with him, so a good chancwe with a peculiar girl was gone. It stunk, but she would probably just end up driving me crazy, with the whole not-listening thing, anyway.
Maggie finished up and we all took turns punching Forrest on the arm as we went back up to our dorms.
Well, not a complete bust, because at least we now knew that he couldn't hurt a single living being, but I never failed and it was now a case where I could no longer say that.
I stood at the head of the pack, as Professor Walsh easily was earning her reputation as the evil bitch monster of death.
It was mainly Forrest's fault, and as she thundered on about why it was so important that we capture him, going on and on about how national security was literally at stake and certainly the entire future of our operation, stuff that we all knew, but in military parlance, were being reminded of again, and listened with wide eyes, I found myself staring at Forrest, because we would have had him if he could actually count to three and had not blown it for myself and Graham.
He looked back a me, as if to tell me not to look at him, but my gaze at him was icy.
It wasn't only him, though.
We may have had another shot at him, if I had been able to stay on his tail, but then Buffy had to come along, and then be so stubborn. That girl had something peculiar going on, but I couldn't put my finger on it and if it kept up, then she was going to become a pretty meal for a vampire.
Then there was that whole deal with that guy showing up and it was obvious that she was with him, so a good chancwe with a peculiar girl was gone. It stunk, but she would probably just end up driving me crazy, with the whole not-listening thing, anyway.
Maggie finished up and we all took turns punching Forrest on the arm as we went back up to our dorms.