✪ Greyson ✪
As the group dispersed, I tried to force their whining thoughts out of my mind. I really didn't care that Racquel thought her hair would get messed up in the process, or how Saracen didn't want to get killed. Tch. Worrying would only make this plan a more complete failure. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the douche that I had been paired with. Rhys. I sent Ayre what I thought was a pitying look, but she didn't seem to catch sight of it.
I peered down the bridge of my nose at Rhys, who was a full ten inches shorter than me. He was shaking like crazy. I could see beads of sweat forming under his hairline.
What if we DO die??? No wait... Greyson would probably kill me first! Wow, what if he DOES kill me?! Then... Then...
Raising my eyebrow at the kid, I willed him to just shut up. Wishful thinking. Without a warning, I turned my back to Ayre and Jett and loped out of the dorm. The gate guards were about three minutes away, in walking distance. As long as Rhys stayed quiet and kept his thoughts to a minimum, I would be able to get the passkey to the gates without any major effort. Ten yards behind me, I heard Rhys'cracking voice calling after me.
"Greyson, wait up! I need to come with you!" His footsteps thundered on the tiled flooring; this guy just wasn't good at keeping quiet.
Turning my head a couple inches, I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Thank you, Captain Obvious. I could do this job without you, you know."
Rhys was oblivious to my hint, and he rushed up to meet my pace. "I could, like, duplicate myself and... And..." He sent me a plaintive gaze, searching for the words that would make me change my mind.
I quickened my steps, trying to get out of the five yard range, so that his thoughts would quiet down a little. "My point exactly." For a moment, it was silent, and I thought that Rhys had turned around and gone back to Ayre or something like that, like the coward he was. But very faintly, I could still hear him counting prime numbers in his thoughts. Need I repeat this; Rhys was a douche. A complete failure.
The pitch black sky stretched out around the base, only lit by the pale moon. It made it easy for us to not be seen; We easily blended into the shadows. The towering columns of the gates were the perfect place to hide behind, while sneaking towards the guards.
Inching around each column, I struggled to get a closer look at the two guards, while Rhys' eyes darted all around, expressing his obvious paranoia. One of the guards was extremely robust, and he seemed to be the least-alert. The coffee in the mug in his hand splashed over the rim, as his arm shook spastically. The other guard was tall and lanky, holding only a flashlight in one hand. I brought myself a little closer so I could tune into their conversations.
"-is how you control the gate. I think this is the fifth time I've told you tonight!" The skinny one was arguing with the other. Irritation leaked through his voice. Pausing, he took a look around, and I almost thought that he had spotted me. All my doubt was erased, though, as the fatter gateman stuttered.
"I know, I know, my memories are goin'. Lemme get this straight though." More than a hint of a New York accent seeped into his slurred phrases. Coffee spilled onto his barrack uniform. "Da code for da gate... I'm forgettin' it."
This comment earned him a fierce slap on the shoulder. "You drunken idiot, that's the most important thing! I can't believe the colonel put you on the night shift." He tsk-ed and wiped the side of his nose with his thumb. "For the last time, the code is 38162 then three asterisks."
"Asterisks, meaning da little star thingies?"
I assumed this was more of a hypothetical question. I didn't wait around for the conversation to end (though I had a pretty good idea of how it was going to) and I focused on memorizing the code as we headed back to the dorms. All of the digits were supposedly supposed to meet back in Jett's room for final clarification.
38162***. 38162***
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There ya go... Still a failure of a post, but I finished it, so be happy!
