The Following Ficly Takes Place Between 7:00 AM and 8:00 AM

07:01:37 AM

Randall came around the warehouse and met Sara at the front of the building.

“Jack’s being held along with his father in the southeast corner of the building,” Randall explained. “We’re looking at four hostiles, likely to be armed.”

Sara shook her head. “We’re outmanned and outgunned,” she said. “Any ideas?”

Randall shrugged.


Randall and Sara turned around. Arnold was huffing and puffing toward them.

“Edgar!” Randall exclaimed, “How did you get here?”

“Took the bus,” Arnold said.

Randall and Sara looked past Arnold. Sure enough, a yellow school bus was parked at the curb. Their classmates were filing out the door and assembling in the lot.

“Oh yeah,” Arnold added, “And I brought back up.”

Randall clapped Arnold on the shoulder. “You did great… Milo,” Randall said.

Arnold beamed as he let the acknowledgement sink in. For just a moment.

“Milo?” Arnold countered. “I’m Bill-Freakin’-Buchanan!”

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