Suddenly the door
to their club room flew open with a bang. The sudden noise had Noriko
swirl in her seat.
Urufu came
dashing inside with the student council treasurer behind him.
“Noriko, we
have a problem. You,” he pointed at the treasurer, “sit here and
take Noriko's com unit.” Urufu grinned at her. “Getting exiting
now, so let's see what you're made of,” he said to her.
She pushed her
walkie talkie across the desks and looked back at him. “What's
going on?” she asked, barely noticing the treasurer taking his seat
and frantically emptying his school bag on his desk.
Urufu reached
down and fingered the walkie talkie she had before her until moments
earlier. “You had it turned off, so I guess you didn't hear.”
“Hear what?”
Across the desk the treasurer lined up an array of pens and paper.
“He'll fill you
in. We're setting up an HQ here. I have to run.” And with those
words Urufu grabbed a walkie talkie from the rack and was out of the
club room.
“What on
earth?”
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