DAY TWENTYSIX 19:47PM

The Pwned

Max awoke from his nap. His eyes flickered open when he heard the buzz of a housefly zipping past his ear. It was an alarm that triggered him. 

It was still too cold for houseflies to be around, and it wasn't hot enough out for it to be here.

"Thanks my friend," Max said. He got up and stretched. 

He looked around the motel room. The evening sky was dull and dark. He caught a reflection of himself in a mirror and he had to chuckle; for some reason he was thinking of Martin Sheen in a movie directed by Coppola. Max did a pseudo character pose, and chuckled.

He strolled into the bathroom and showered. He could feel the energies around him, things were falling into place, like a domino game on a schoolyard. Still there were three things left he had to do before the big show.

DAY TWENTYSIX 14:05PM

Ticking The Seconds

Suki pulled the car into the campground; it was closed for the season but it didn't matter since Scorpio had taken the bolt-cutters to the main gate. 

Donnelly got out of the passenger side of the car and went around back to the trunk as Suki popped it open. He reached in and took out a big black bag.

Suki stepped out of the car and stood up and took a deep breath and then let it out. 

"Where are we going to set this up?" Donnelly asked.

Suki glanced around and pointed to where the picnic tables were piled up like dominoes. "There." 

"It's all clear," Scorpio said as he approached Suki. He had done a survey of the campground. "You sure this is the place?"

Suki turned and smiled at him, a pleasant warm smile. A smile that told him all he needed to know.