A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale
Dorms of Our Lives
By Wasamon, Souffle Girl, and Malagua
with the assistance of the usual suspects
Season 4, "A Picnic Outing"
----Still Saturday, early afternoon
"Okay, here's what we got so far..." It was, Jack was loathe to admit, not much at all. Of their surveillance missions that morning, only Vapo-rub had delivered any reliable intel. That Shieldwall kid had proven as beta as he seemed -- Mac'n'Cheese had complained of boredom -- and as for the fag... Jack was still trying to make sense of the one report that Shake'n'Bake had sent in. Queries for more intel had gone unanswered.
"Right now, the trap is at band practice. Insert your own flute jokes here," he said to much sniggering. "How much longer she'll be down there, we dunno, but the school picnic and battle event are officially kicking off at three, and she said she'd be there."
"We hit her before, or after?" asked Gouyasse.