"Dammit, just how much longer do we have to wait?" A whispery voice bellowed across the empty space.
The dimly lit bathroom was silent except for the occasional drip of a leaky faucet, and the whispers of anxious teens.
"Hey, Mr. Genius, how long do you think we'll be waiting for?" whispered Brock, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. He huddled close to his friends, his eyes darting nervously at the crack underneath his chin..
Well, he and his friends were all hidden in the bathroom ceiling, a spot they purposefully created for such a mission tonight.
Tch!~
"Relax, Brock," Kong replied, trying to sound braver than he felt. "The groundskeepers will be gone soon. Then… it's freedom till dawn."
