Tater Tot Banana
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Thread Topic: Tater Tot Banana
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Harper shrugged. "But the fact that you can actually do this," he said. "I can't do anything like this."
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Crypta was clearly flustered but pleased at that. "Thank you."
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Harper sat down in a nearby chair. H was thinking about how he should start talking about who he was running from.
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Crypta got the message and perched herself on a comfy sofa, looking at him expectantly.
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"I - I didn't want to tell you anything because otherwise they'd come and most likely kill you if they didn't persuade you to be recruited. If you knew anything it would mean death," Harper started.
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"I understand," Crypta said. "But they'd most likely kill me anyway if I didn't join forces with them. Please continue."
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"It's an organization of assassins," Harper said. "They call themselves Division. They train you to become the best assassin. I was just done with it. Done with killing and stealth and power-hungry leaders. So I ran. If they catch me they'll put me through so much pain I'll be begging for them to kill me and end it.
I helped one of my friends escape a few years ago. They captured him and tortured him worse and worse every hour, every day, until he was dead. And then they inflicted pain on me. Not as much as him, because I wasn't the one that ran away and they still found some worth in me, apparently." He shuddered just thinking about it. -
Plot Twist Idea: Crypta was actually a data analyst there and that's why she had so many advanced escape systems.))
Crypta let out a little gasp. "Oh my God. What are we going to do?" -
(Maybe. . . Your choice)
Harper sighed. "Get away," he said. "We can't stay here forever, and now that they know about your house they'll be keeping it under constant surveillance just like they do for anywhere they have eyes on." -
Ack, I can't decide))
"Good idea," Crypta said. She pressed a button and the room folded in on itself, before falling down a shute. A backpack fell onto a nearby platform just moments later.
"Say, are you any good at driving?" she asked, lifting her dog up. -
(alternate ending again?)
"Yes," Harper said. They had to train in that too. -
Lol, I guess so))
"Good," Crypta said. She popped a garage door open to reveal the oddest looking car one could ever have seen. It looked like a car that had been buried by a dumpster, but judging by the mischievous glint in her eyes, it was far more useful than it appeared. -
"Do you usually carry your rooms with you?" Harper asked, thinking that's what the backpack was when he had seen the room fold up.
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