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[color=f49ac2]❣ Curveballs - The Wombats ❣[/color]
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Mieke didn’t particularly appreciate being called an [i]“untrained and ignorant child,”[/i] but she reminded herself that it was, honestly, the truth. Still, she appreciated Leonard offering to show her the ropes.

[color=f49ac2]“Thanks. That would be a big help.”[/color]

She listened as Armstrong continued, her stomach twisting at the mention of potentially having to “execute” the perpetrator. When she answered that letter, she hadn’t agreed to possibly killing someone. There was no way she could go back home and continue life as usual after that.

[i][color=f49ac2]“Well,”[/color][/i] she thought, trying to calm her nerves, [i][color=f49ac2]“Maybe they just don’t know what they’re doing and we can talk some sense into them. Or maybe it’s not even a person doing this at all! It could be literally anything!”[/color][/i]

She was making a valiant attempt at being optimistic, but it wasn’t really working.

What was behind the door when it swung open did a much better job of wiping her mind clean. It looked like a man wrestling a crocodile. Definitely not anything she expected to see today. Her expression was blank as she regarded her last teammate. The crocodile, not the man. Obviously.

Armstrong introduced him as Hogan, and Mieke reacted the only way that made sense to her.

[color=f49ac2]“Hi, Hogan.”[/color]