So I finished an outline for this story, so I finally know what I'm doing. You know, as much as I ever do. If it goes according to plan, it'll be about 60 chapters. So...yeah.
So here's Chapter 27. Enjoy!"Have a little faith, Lady." ~PuddleduckChapter Twenty-Seven
TailgatingInside the truck, Yeliah is filming Sam in nightvision. Sam opens her phone and the light comes on.
"I have one bar," she says. "I hope it's enough."
After searching the entire museum, Starsong, Puddleduck, Megan, and I walked out to the van. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I looked around the parking lot, but it was empty.
"Maybe they took a walk somewhere," Starsong said.
"Maybe," I said. "But where? And why? Why wouldn't they say something?"
"I don't know," she said sadly.
My phone rang. Everyone watched anxiously as I took it out and looked at the screen.
"It's Sam," I said. I answered. "Sam, where are you guys?"
Samantha's voice was almost drowned out by the loud noise in the background. What I could hear sounded distant. It echoed and the sound kept dropping out.
"We're in the.....a truck," she said.
"The truck?" I asked. "What truck?"
"I don't.....dark in here."
"I can barely hear you."
"My signal.....don't have much time."
"Can you see anything?" I asked. There was no reply. After a few seconds of silence, I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at the screen. I'd lost her.
"Damn it," I said.
"What did she say?" Megan asked.
"I think she said that they're in a truck," I said.
On the other side of the parking lot, as if on cue, an white tractor-trailer pulled out from behind the building. We all stood and stared at it.
"Like that one," I said.
Puddleduck was the first one to run for it and the rest of us followed, waving our arms and screaming like maniacs to try to get the driver's attention. He pulled out onto the street and Puddleduck and I followed, but the truck was already speeding away.
"The van!" Starsong yelled. She and Megan were already running back.
"Tell me you have the keys," I said as we ran. Megan already had them in her hand and held them up to show me.
None of us bothered with seatbelts. As soon as the doors were closed, we were pulling out, but as we turned onto the street, the truck was already turning the corner.
"Don't lose him!" Puddleduck said.
"I won't," Megan said.
When we turned onto the next street, the truck was a good dozen car-lengths in front of us, but we could still see it. I took out my cell phone, knowing that my parents wouldn't be happy when they saw the bill. I dialed Sam's number again, but it went straight to voicemail. So did Yeliah's, Spunky's, and Amberwood's.
"Damn it," I said.
We followed the truck for about fifteen minutes but never caught up to it. Finally, on a busy street, another truck pulled between us. When that truck pulled away, our truck was gone.
Have you ever heard four people say four different swear words at once?
We pulled into a filling station. Megan was the first one out of the car.
"I'm calling the police," she said. The three of us got out and joined her.
"Did you see the license plate?" I asked.
"No," she said.
"The name of the trucking company?"
"Then what are you gonna tell them?"
Megan looked up from her phone. "Do you have a better idea?"
"I think I do," Puddleduck said. "Starsong, where's that guidebook?"
"In the van," Starsong said. The puppy jumped out as Starsong grabbed the book off her seat and handed it to Puddleduck. I watched over Puddleduck's shoulder as she flipped through and found the listing for The Dick Institute. She pulled out her phone and dialed the number.
"What, you think they're just gonna tell you where it's heading?" I asked.
"Have a little faith, Lady," she said. The puppy gave a little bark.
"Not you," I said.
"Hello," Puddleduck said in an accent that I think was supposed to be Scottish. "My name is..." She looked around and her eyes landed on the puppy. "Lily. I work with the trucking company. I believe you had a shipment leaving today, but I'm afraid we've misplaced some of the paperwork. Can you tell me where it was going?" We waited in anxious silence for a long moment. "Edinburgh. The Museum of Scotland." Megan and I shared a smile.
"Excellent," Puddleduck was saying. "Thank you...The trucking company, yes. The name?" She frantically looked to us for help, but we had nothing to offer. "It's..." She made a short bunch of static noises. "Thank you. Bye."
She hung up.
"Edinburgh," Megan said. "Perfect."
"We won't even have to go out of our way," Starsong said.TnB Travel Journal
This better be the right truck, or I'm gonna be so pissed.
It seems a little shorter than usual, but oh well.