Cyrus Noble Chapter 9

When we finally sat down at a fast food restaurant, I started digging in. Jazz was eating slowly. I asked, "Something wrong?" "Huh?" "You're not really eating anything." She glared at me. "I'm trying to eat like a normal human being and not like an animal like yourself." I looked around and saw that one or two people were staring at us, I mean, me. I straightened and took not so big bites. Ugh. This is killing me. Jazz was looking really sad after we finished. I looked over to where she was staring. There was a family sitting there. A dad telling his wife and two kids something funny, and the kids were giggling. I looked down at the table. I said, "Come on. We better get that map so we can get back to the others." She nodded. "Right. Of course." We walked to a visitor's center and looked at the map displayed on the wall. We were in Canada. Oh, I guess that explains the french accent I heard every now and then. I told this to Jazz and she just raised an eyebrow at me. Okay, jokes are not my speciality. We bought a map of the immediate area and walked out. We were walking across town to the other side of the town so we could get back to the others. And so the awkward silence could stop. We didn't get that far. Jazz thought it would be a good idea if we made a short cut in a back-alley. She might have been right if there weren't gunshots to be heard as soon as we entered. Jazz fell first, with a dart in her arm. I felt an impact in my arm. I looked to see a dart in my arm too. I plucked it out and staggered, leaning against the wall. I heard a voice and saw something emerging from the shadows. "Target still standing. Reloading weapon." I tried to focus again, but I was fading. I felt another impact in my arm and everything blacked out.