woke up so no one would see us.
It would take a while to move all the stuff from Asda back to the centre of town. The scavengers would be traipsing back and forth for several days. But Glen would only be going once and Jeremy was the only council member I’d told we were going today. If we were attacked, I would have proof that Jeremy was the traitor. After I eliminated him as a suspect, I could do the same again, finally working out who the spy was. But as the main aim of the mission was to get Glen’s GPS satellite locator, we really didn’t want to be attacked; Jeremyseemed the least likely traitor to me, so that’s why I’d given him the correct information.
“I won’t have time for breakfast,” Blake muttered. “I hate fighting on an empty stomach.”
I passed him the bowl of porridge I’d commandeered and his face lit up. “If we’re lucky there won’t be any fighting,” I remarked.
He took the bowl and put it on a chest of drawers just inside the room. “Depends on your point of view. The more fighting the merrier for me!”
I tried not to roll my eyes. “Whatever. We’re gathering in the foyer so get your group and meet us there. Oh, and Kyle wanted me to remind you to bring the empty bowl back.”
***
We left just over an hour later. As I’d told Cody, Jeremy was taking his scavengers to check out an Asda up near Garthdee. He’d been reluctant to go before now because it was such a long way from the town centre. Blake and I were officially his extra protection. Glen was just another kid who’d volunteered to join the scavengers.
“Are you OK?” I asked Glen.
He nodded, slightly out of breath. Glen was one of the only people I knew who was still unfit in the chicken apocalypse.
“Never better. We’re finally going to get the GPS satellite locator. I couldn’t be happier.”
“And you know that if we get into any trouble you’re to run and hide, right? You don’t need to prove yourself and fight.”
He gave me a crooked smile. “You don’t have to worry about that,” he assured me.
He gamely chugged along, pushing one of the trolleys that would be used to transport our hoard back home.
Blake walked beside me, idly swinging his shock-stick. He looked perfectly happy. This was all an adventure to him.
“So how do you think this is going to go?” I asked.
He shrugged. “It’s going to be a total mess. But with any luck I’ll get a crack at the thing that got Sally.”
I looked at him sidelong. “Do you really think it’ll attack us? What would be the point?”
He returned my stare. “What would be the point? We’ve got two council members with us on this. Four if we count ourselves. We’re the most tempting target around.”
He was right: if the spy was going to report any target to the chickens it would be us. I felt uncomfortable that Blake was saying it out loud.
“Not many people know that Glen’s a council member, though. He doesn’t get out much. Most people wouldn’t even recognise him.”
“True, I guess. Well, you never know. We could get lucky.”
I turned to face him, annoyed. “This is serious.”
He took a long look at me. “You’ve got to chill down, Your Ambassadorness. Fighting chickens is fun.”
“Well, I don’t think so.”
He smirked and shook his head. “Nope, doesn’t seem you do. Shame, you should try having fun sometimes.I thought someone who’s such good friends with the famous Jesse would be up for more of a laugh.”
I’d managed to not think about Jesse at all so far today. It had been a day and a half since we’d spoken on the radio, and I hadn’t heard from him since. Hazel said if they got any information about him being captured she’d let me know, but I was still constantly worried.
“I’d laugh if Jesse ever said anything funny,” I replied to Blake.
“You don’t find him funny?”
“I find him tolerable. Just.”
Blake just shook his head. “You’re quackers.”
A suspicion formed in my
It would take a while to move all the stuff from Asda back to the centre of town. The scavengers would be traipsing back and forth for several days. But Glen would only be going once and Jeremy was the only council member I’d told we were going today. If we were attacked, I would have proof that Jeremy was the traitor. After I eliminated him as a suspect, I could do the same again, finally working out who the spy was. But as the main aim of the mission was to get Glen’s GPS satellite locator, we really didn’t want to be attacked; Jeremyseemed the least likely traitor to me, so that’s why I’d given him the correct information.
“I won’t have time for breakfast,” Blake muttered. “I hate fighting on an empty stomach.”
I passed him the bowl of porridge I’d commandeered and his face lit up. “If we’re lucky there won’t be any fighting,” I remarked.
He took the bowl and put it on a chest of drawers just inside the room. “Depends on your point of view. The more fighting the merrier for me!”
I tried not to roll my eyes. “Whatever. We’re gathering in the foyer so get your group and meet us there. Oh, and Kyle wanted me to remind you to bring the empty bowl back.”
***
We left just over an hour later. As I’d told Cody, Jeremy was taking his scavengers to check out an Asda up near Garthdee. He’d been reluctant to go before now because it was such a long way from the town centre. Blake and I were officially his extra protection. Glen was just another kid who’d volunteered to join the scavengers.
“Are you OK?” I asked Glen.
He nodded, slightly out of breath. Glen was one of the only people I knew who was still unfit in the chicken apocalypse.
“Never better. We’re finally going to get the GPS satellite locator. I couldn’t be happier.”
“And you know that if we get into any trouble you’re to run and hide, right? You don’t need to prove yourself and fight.”
He gave me a crooked smile. “You don’t have to worry about that,” he assured me.
He gamely chugged along, pushing one of the trolleys that would be used to transport our hoard back home.
Blake walked beside me, idly swinging his shock-stick. He looked perfectly happy. This was all an adventure to him.
“So how do you think this is going to go?” I asked.
He shrugged. “It’s going to be a total mess. But with any luck I’ll get a crack at the thing that got Sally.”
I looked at him sidelong. “Do you really think it’ll attack us? What would be the point?”
He returned my stare. “What would be the point? We’ve got two council members with us on this. Four if we count ourselves. We’re the most tempting target around.”
He was right: if the spy was going to report any target to the chickens it would be us. I felt uncomfortable that Blake was saying it out loud.
“Not many people know that Glen’s a council member, though. He doesn’t get out much. Most people wouldn’t even recognise him.”
“True, I guess. Well, you never know. We could get lucky.”
I turned to face him, annoyed. “This is serious.”
He took a long look at me. “You’ve got to chill down, Your Ambassadorness. Fighting chickens is fun.”
“Well, I don’t think so.”
He smirked and shook his head. “Nope, doesn’t seem you do. Shame, you should try having fun sometimes.I thought someone who’s such good friends with the famous Jesse would be up for more of a laugh.”
I’d managed to not think about Jesse at all so far today. It had been a day and a half since we’d spoken on the radio, and I hadn’t heard from him since. Hazel said if they got any information about him being captured she’d let me know, but I was still constantly worried.
“I’d laugh if Jesse ever said anything funny,” I replied to Blake.
“You don’t find him funny?”
“I find him tolerable. Just.”
Blake just shook his head. “You’re quackers.”
A suspicion formed in my
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