I whirled around and saw an African American girl with a zipped up jean jacket, regular jeans, and skater shoes. I was about to tackle her and start demanding answers, but Sara held back. Cyrus, Wait! She's not one of them. She can help us. Ok, I won't attack for now. But if you hear one bad thought let me know. Keep reading hear mind. Okay. I stared hard at her. "Who are you, and how did you find us?" She smiled. "My name is Angie. I followed you from the Walmart place you robbed. I won't tell anybody, cause you guys saved my life." She said. Saved her.....Oh, right. This was the girl I nearly trucked back when we busted Longarm....out. "What do you want?" I asked. She just smiled and said, "Just to repay all of you for helping those people. Even though you are theives, I think of you as heroes in a way." I muttered, "Yeah, sure. Heroes." I spoke up so she can hear me. "And how is it do you plan on repaying us?" Her smile dissappeared. "Well, what is it that you want?" I walked closer so that we were standing face-to-face. I was a full head taller than her. I said with a mocking tone, "How about a home? A safe place that will shelter us from weather, animals, and mad-men bent on destroying us?" She stared strait back and said, "I can do that. My dad is the ceo of a major realstate company. We have a lot of houses all over the country. Where would you like to live?"
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